Best Stigma Poems

A long day…today…
A sad night…tonight…
If only I knew what was right.

Pretending to understand why you would leave me.
Pretending to understand why I let you fly free.

Considering all the possibilities you carried in your realm.
Considering all the reasons why you felt overwhelmed.

I needed you to live;...

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Once there was a man called stigma easy
“Take life as it comes”, his lovely policy
Blame game, strategy - dare not
Integrity, commitment - compromise not
Bloody stigma has gone crazy!...

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There's a stigma in her heart like 
A scorpion in the throat,
There's a black stain on her white
Causing nothing but plight.
All eyes think she never will be right,
So they said, "let us laugh and have 
Our sight".
So the stigma claimed to be her king.
Eventually the...

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The heritage 
went for a sale. A tree 
stands denuded, after 
a nudie.

An orange land hides 
the broken remains of terra 
cota. I wanted an earthen 
inkpot and a reed pen.

There was a wounded word 
on the tongue. A  
dragonfly leaves the voracious 
appetite...

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when your world is too much to bare
when your life is to weak to share
when you let yourself slip from life
when you realize there is no where to hide
when the pain continues on and on
asking others where they go when they're gone
when you lose interest...

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[this is about someone in my family who is suffering from PD symptoms]

They look at him but he feels 
their smiles never really reach 
their eyes and he senses a
kind of stigma around him.

Losing control of movement
creeps on him more often now
he stumbles clumsily on
his...

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Mental health stigma within the military
Injuries you just can't see
Many sufferers have taken their own lives
Leaving behind families husband's and wives

In honour of those who ended there plight 
It's time to show this isn't right
Awareness, look out for each other
Brothers and sisters from another mother

R.I.P...

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Grandma had a garden
that she carefully tended to
she talked to her fruits and veggies
as she made her walk through
On this particular day 
my hardball went astray
landed smack in the middle
of her green garden inlay

Swiftly yet gently
she grasped me by the hand
proceeded to give me 
a...

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Shame and fear of ridicule; chief contributing factors
for shrouded public awareness about depression, by bravely...
            addressing it openly, we remove its stigma.



Date written: 09/22/2019...

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like a selfie 
that wasn’t taken
I’m the guy in the street

I know 
you’re captioning me
from your side of the road

and the shops 
with their massive eyes
are making me too viral


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my long grey trunk
and thick greying skin
is finally
wearing thin

nobody talks to me
and so what
if I whispered
from the rooftops

despite being repeatedly
murdered
I can clear a room
in seconds

I earned the points, 
all the stares
and I'm damn sure
I'll use them

it's tricky
in a ceramic world
oh, and you're standing
on my cape

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Born into this world, my opinion never mattered 
Had no voice yet today my tears flow like a stream 
Born into hardship and poverty, its no fault of mine 
No need to ask my pains... for the fast receding of my flesh showcasing my bones...

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In the midst of the raging waves,
they watched her gulp the callous cunning darts.
Her crumbly heart cruelly impaled; the fate that enslaves.
So fondly she’d mask the marks.
Her soul would ache and bleed from life’s glaives.
She cried an ocean for redemption from a life perpetually stark.
In...

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I met a woman fleeing from the triad.
Crossing on a ferry, far from her home
She told me of the life she once had.
In Bosphorus, struggling to hold on. 

Her hair was wrapped in a headscarf. 
Dreamed about the changes coming. 
with a shy smile and...

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The faceless name of stigma
with more eyes than not
go side steps and looks
there, media begot

Whose singing and slur
with stick and with stone
the backhanded harm
confiding to home

With strength that’s locked up
minds reeling to shout
the jangling of keys
to let that strength out

It’s a tentative stride
walking into the...

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