Tolerant Poems - Poems about Tolerant

I refuse to be used as shaytan's play thing, Whispering for this and that, poking and prodding my pressure points, To try to get me to give up and to sing the song of sinning, But unlike a toy which you Push and it makes noise my soul is fighting to stay up, like a diver coming up from...

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Son , keep my wise words for your  bright  future: As a future leader, privilege discipline in everything you will do. A ruler has  much power when his people are with him. Learn to understand the voices of the people you rule. A wise leader knows that power does not mean to control and ill...

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In endless dark tunnel, winding incisive anguish delves deep tireless through insensate sensual strata. Visual surface of being sheared to shards by excruciating trauma, sinks to benumbed depth of tolerant unfeeling... seamless stillness. __________ January 16, 2023 For Brian Strand Contest No 1170...

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So, as said you sir the sun did still rise albeit in a blur among shaded skies. Where clouds did gather at a dunces brainstorm for a dance and a blather upon a pseudo platform. Hustling to heady highs saturating their misbehaviours soon they will crystallise forget their facilitators. As sure as they will fall and make foe with the floor we will stand smart, tolerant and tall savvy...

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When terrible things in life become more common They become less terrible And a societies norm There lies the danger We become more tolerant and complacent And we tend to just look away So our hearts are no longer torn. From the homeless on the cold streets To the old Lady attacked and beat By evil thugs Not just content with robbing To buy drugs. It's...

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That sorrow may grow To purify your soul Be tolerant be cool That's a price you pay A cost to get higher flow In truth, this life is really too short life Comparing to the infinite Shangri-La life...

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He feels he possesses a high tolerance. Living side by side with those he abhors Tolerating the smells and the sounds of those lesser men. He is of a proud race, blonde hair blue eyes. A future master of the world he bides his time, tolerating those lesser men. Smiling, imagining the day when he will rule. When he will take what should already be his. Fortunately he...

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Sometimes I'd like to be a light somewhere. But then this magic burdens me the worst; and I'll not show the least of worth or care. So from when the doctor hit I knew I changed And even before I opened up my eyes Somewhat belittled and somewhat deranged Little I knew how much my burden resized. To my family soul with...

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