Underdog Poems - Poems about Underdog

As an underdog given a short leash on life alternately titled give one targeted scapegoat a break, an unquenchable thirst for moolah before I wake from nightmare of computer hackers. I tread upon the oblate spheroid along the edge of night glistening like a blade runner wielding a knife. Dark shadows hoover from the outer limits of the twilight zone illuminating one bisel...

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Underdog Have you ever been counted out Before you were counted in You felt like you took a lot of losses But in the end, the goal was to win You faced all kinds of obstacles and battles Shaken up like a rattle Like a horse with a saddle You ran til you could not...

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Great tiny apple Consequence of branches untrimmed Will anyone bother to learn That you are Defiantly delicious? ...

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Anybody, who is struggling, Is my people The one with the color purple, Who will one day earn and own the ring. I love fighters, who are not backstabbers, I don't like haters or fake lovers, I adore freedom fighters As I abhor bullies and predators. I love the underdog, Who works smart, trains hard And who fears neither fire nor fog. That doesn't mean I...

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Underdog Alleluia By Mark D. Stucky Why do we love underdogs? Why root for ragtag Rockies and scruffy low-rated teams coming from behind to win? Why adore unlikely triumphs against impossible odds? Our culture can still remember underdog-filled Bible stories, from David and Goliath’s battle to the meek inheriting the earth. And America was once an underdog, rebelling against earth’s mightiest empire. Although Britain wielded superpower might, and colonists fielded...

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Polly Purebred was a bit too stuck up for my taste. But Underdog was always there, with a heave and a haste. I remember being shocked when I saw him in color in 1964. Picturing him in blues, not reds, now seeing him down to his core. He flew across the screen at Polly’s first whistle. His cape was smooth...

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Anybody, who is struggling, Is my people The one with the color purple, Who will one day earn and own the ring. I love fighters, who are not backstabbers, I don’t like haters or fake-lovers, I adore freedom fighters As I abhor bullies and predators. I love the underdog, Who works smart, trains hard And who fears neither fire nor fog. That doesn’t mean I like...

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The Underdog The underdog wasn’t expected to last this long The status quo, the elite were sharing, Didn’t return as expected World order in the balance, at tipping point All those who were fed, are now struggling to eat The world banked on democracies defeat. Ukraine is still standing Punch drunk but aware The aggressor and expected victor being Mutilated on the field and...

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Just a garden variety generic wordsmith teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy; self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie de vivre charisma, which oft times witnessed gentle green giant gentile goy essentially me being a decoy occasionally rocketing, outsourcing, kickstarting, feigning tubby an Anchorite, ahoy! Life in the K9 corps ain't so doggone ease zee absolutely daunting, hence lemme share with...

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Insecure bullies seek their prey Prepared for attack Finding a vulnerable target To fulfil the worth that they lack Their victims are not the weak They are the kind, gentle or unsure They don’t possess meanness That is the bullies irresistible lure Victims are often described as the Underdog I believe this term does not pertain The only dog between a bully and their...

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They laughed at us when we selected our books but we learnt how to read. They poured scorn on the way in which we held our ink but we learnt how to write. They got comfortable in the airs and privilege but we learnt how to persevere. They scoffed at the way we talked and danced and sang...

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When you lose Remember There will be another blessed day There will be another play Another fuse To burn, to stay alive And to do high five. Life has a ton of surprises Remember Forthcoming are more prizes There will be a blissful day There will be another play Never give up, stay well And alive; and wait for the bell. Let the ball roll May it be in the...

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Jab. Jab. Jab. An underdog's blessed gloves enter battle. Fighting for the reigning title. Left. Right. Right. Left. With a divined dance of the feet, a silver throne to be his seat. Upper cut. Liver shot. Angels swirl around the ring, an upset soon would be seen. Mocking tongue. Eyes widen up. Lightning in veins, thunder in punch, a young warrior makes his opponent hunch. Unleased bow......

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cat looks to you for a steady feed occasional scratch vague companionship nothing more-nothing less... you're not his friend, you're his pet the times you're at your pinnacle is the time he's somewhat less... when your deep into your blueness is when he becomes quite oblivious. ...

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In believing you have misconstrued what this was and what was meant for you and the part you've played in the time you've stayed.. The hunter became the huntress the prey seized the day .. It is i who is Ase' ( ah-shay) A ceremonial reservation of self preservation Discussions to be had in the...

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