Anti Poems - Poems about Anti

The words we speak can bring life or bring death.. It could be the suicide, of the persons last breath.. Be mindful of your thoughts before you impart.. You never know when, that could finish a heart.. ...

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Pride, one thing they taught us in south With everything we do all way the cooking No wonder everyone wants live taste of tradition Passed down generations it make mouth's water The morals of man strongly respected Southern pride, where your word is bond And people are laid back and different We believe in whooping...

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The safety net dangles blows, twists, and turns in the increasing winds cut from its moorings, and the people fall grasping for the shredded and useless remains evisceration of social programs Medicaid, food stamps consumer protection job security cuts to vital research alienation of long-faithful allies emulating dictators instead flouting of the courts rescinding environmental laws erasing history and all vestiges of non-white accomplishments making America white again issuing edicts to silence all...

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DOGE DO(D)GE is a game: Accepting praise - never blame. It's a dodge all right! DO(D)GE shifts Left - then Right; Disruptive through winds of change. It's a dodge all right! DO(D)GE bans brains and skills; Destroys the best in its wake. It's a dodge all right! DO(D)GE is a sink-hole; A real musky, murky mire. It's a dodge all right! But, when DOGE expires GOPhers will be...

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His women All my life, I have done my best in avoiding to be a father The reason was to avoid the drudgery of married life That brings us to Elon Musk and his many children  Some of them through the natural way others conceived  artificially, as he believes in building a stronger who can  tackle the future, I agree with...

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Lillian’s Echo Lillian sat in the dayroom’s dim embrace—a survivor etched in time. The air clung to stories, whispered secrets, and the lingering scent of suffering. She, the one-character legend, spun her tales—prose blabber, raw and unfiltered. Born into the system’s cold arms, Lillian emerged onto Brooklyn’s unforgiving streets as an adult. There, she tasted the bitter...

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Can you ever be pleased, mankind? Everything we try, yet we're met with night. We're nerds, unaware of the truth's light, When all that pleases you lies in deceitful sight. "Do not be conformed to the pattern of this world" Yet we strive to fit, in a world that's flawed from birth. Truth's told when falsehoods behold your desire's flame, Emulate to...

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Storms don't end quickly Without space, we cannot heal Love yourself with time...

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She cries during songs that no one else listens to all the way through. Her heart catches on moments like it’s made of thread, tangled in things most people walk past without noticing. The girl who feels everything has a soul that doesn’t just hum, it sings, even when no one’s listening. She gives away...

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She walks like she’s carrying invisible things, memories stitched into the curve of her spine, questions no one’s ever answered clinging to her sleeves. The weird girl with messy hair doesn’t know how to sit still. Her thoughts move like storms, unpredictable and electric, sometimes kind, sometimes cruel. She writes poems in her head when...

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Total freedom of expression that incites death, suicide, and destruction. it is not freedom, but terrorism..., subservience and slavery... it is not a thing of God... BUT RATHER A...

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The day, the soil lab took care of him, and I sighed Categorical exclusion, You were there, but almost Nye! My outspoken, my hidden, my own darker trace My grace, rancid disgrace, my song and my own mess Did I ever tell you? I loved you with all my heart, I loved you all! I had no desire, there, my...

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I opened it like a wound unwrapping itself, the envelope soft from time, your name trembling in a handwriting I had learned to forget. You said sorry. In ink, not voice. In past tense. As if my years of silence were a thing you could fold into a paragraph. I had already buried you in the quiet way people bury the living, not with dirt, but with detachment. I built...

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A tattoo that may have been from youth Could be of a religious reference too How horrific it would feel you would be blue Torn from your life family country rights refused Some may accuse you of being in a gang Yet KKK and Proud Boys are the very same Not any of them are arrested put in chains Double standards are...

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What if you are an emerald empath With the ability to feel cries or laughs That are like energy with a spiritual path That give insight unique to mental maths You may be of one fuchsia faith or maybe not But the soul is being bathed by another heart A two spirited person not evil nor innocent Feelings like a...

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