Respect Poems
#respect
Respect poems, poetry about being respected, treated well and cared for. Also poetry about being admired for accomplishments and abilities. Poems about respect in relationships, friendships and society as a whole.
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The world of children's eyes.
INSIDE ROARE
The world of children's eyes.
What is hidden in your beautiful eyes?
A world of balloons and lots of sweets.
Maybe a chocolate castle, a marzipan prince.
A pink room, full of toys.
I know I can't do everything you want.
I know I can't live with you forever.
That a prince will come on a white horse
and he will take you away and I will be alone.
Only your twinkle in your beautiful eyes will remain.
What is hidden in your beautiful eyes?
Full of love and small sacrifices.
A mouth...
The world of children's eyes.
What is hidden in your beautiful eyes?
A world of balloons and lots of sweets.
Maybe a chocolate castle, a marzipan prince.
A pink room, full of toys.
I know I can't do everything you want.
I know I can't live with you forever.
That a prince will come on a white horse
and he will take you away and I will be alone.
Only your twinkle in your beautiful eyes will remain.
What is hidden in your beautiful eyes?
Full of love and small sacrifices.
A mouth...
#happiness
#love
#motivational
#respect
#emotions
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when old school isn't bad...
there came a day when we had to tell her
explain to my old fashioned & very sheltered mother
her beloved granddaughter was dating a woman
we all knew it had to happen...eventually
that chore my girl shamelessly left to me
afraid to see the disappointment...
...or worse...
...disapproval on her grandma's face
I couldn't fault her for her concern
I'd felt the sharp edge of my mother's tongue myself a time or 2
...she can be short tempered & sometimes intolerant
shutting down what she doesn't fully understand...
it's not...
explain to my old fashioned & very sheltered mother
her beloved granddaughter was dating a woman
we all knew it had to happen...eventually
that chore my girl shamelessly left to me
afraid to see the disappointment...
...or worse...
...disapproval on her grandma's face
I couldn't fault her for her concern
I'd felt the sharp edge of my mother's tongue myself a time or 2
...she can be short tempered & sometimes intolerant
shutting down what she doesn't fully understand...
it's not...
#mother
#LGBT
#gratitude #respect
#gratitude #respect
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Drinking the Ocean
I want to drown in a sea of semen
A million men each sucked to completion
I saw my dad’s penis, that’s the reason
I need to suck ‘em all to get even
I’m so sorry dad, but I’m not joking
You’re the reason I’m on my knees choking
On big dicks trying to take the whole thing
Gulping down cum like its not revolting
A million men each sucked to completion
I saw my dad’s penis, that’s the reason
I need to suck ‘em all to get even
I’m so sorry dad, but I’m not joking
You’re the reason I’m on my knees choking
On big dicks trying to take the whole thing
Gulping down cum like its not revolting
#father
#erotic
#beauty
#shame
#respect
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Spilled coffee
INSIDE ROARE
Spilled coffee
I'll still have that day in me
that morning you ruined my day and my life.
All I have in front of my eyes is spilled coffee and my thoughts.
I have our whole relationship before my eyes
and the love you threw away so easily
Why did you even spill that stupid coffee on me?
Where should I go, who should I cry to
it's empty, I don't want to be alone here.
Just a pool of spilled coffee telling me to run and fast.
To whom you say your YES, to me no.
Who you call forever, not me.
Who...
Spilled coffee
I'll still have that day in me
that morning you ruined my day and my life.
All I have in front of my eyes is spilled coffee and my thoughts.
I have our whole relationship before my eyes
and the love you threw away so easily
Why did you even spill that stupid coffee on me?
Where should I go, who should I cry to
it's empty, I don't want to be alone here.
Just a pool of spilled coffee telling me to run and fast.
To whom you say your YES, to me no.
Who you call forever, not me.
Who...
#love
#motivational
#inspirational
#respect
#emotions
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SweetCorn,Where Ya Gone?
I'm Treating you at Last
like Asbestos,
needing to be depleted.
(c)SukiSushiCrown.15-03-2024
like Asbestos,
needing to be depleted.
(c)SukiSushiCrown.15-03-2024
#respect
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AI
AI
is spreading its wings of doom over the world
I needed information about a tax question and
speaking to an AI, It would not give me the email
to this office as it was a secret.
That is only the beginning, I have an off to write using AI
all I need to do is to write the title
and the "Thing" will do the rest, suggest a phrasing, easy to read
Should I write ram, it will suggest goat
I translated a song from Norwegian to English
and had little to do with the song
but the spelling
was perfect
we can see how the use of...
is spreading its wings of doom over the world
I needed information about a tax question and
speaking to an AI, It would not give me the email
to this office as it was a secret.
That is only the beginning, I have an off to write using AI
all I need to do is to write the title
and the "Thing" will do the rest, suggest a phrasing, easy to read
Should I write ram, it will suggest goat
I translated a song from Norwegian to English
and had little to do with the song
but the spelling
was perfect
we can see how the use of...
#love
#kindness
#motivational
#redemption
#respect
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YOUR MIND AND HEART AND SOUL
Have you ever had the opportunity to get involved, with someone who was a breath of fresh air. For lets be real for a moment when we realize, that what you want and need is someone who comes into your life. NOT pimpin but coming into your life. With real confidence and consistency and real communications and a real commitment. Not coming in your life not doing what they say, only the opposite plain and simple NOTHING!!! FOR WE MUST ASK THYSELF IF IM NOT GETTING, WHAT I PUT OUT AND GET THE SAME OLDE THINGS, THAT I HAVE BEEN MANY TIMES GETTING BEFORE. Then what is the point if it ain't real...
#love
#kindness
#strength
#respect
#emotions
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the Saragossa sea
The Saragossa sea
Once I saw where the horizon ends
a ship ploughing the the sky
White tear on pale blue.
I saw the waiting darkness before
the others did
Look, I said, but it was too late
the ship cast anchor behind a cloud
loading mist for Dogger Bank
Take onboard discarded dreams
to plug the dikes in Amsterdam
Sunflowers on the mythical sea
and red-flying fish
My ship is bound for the Saragossa sea
with a cargo of old sailors
where they will stalk the forgotten
Once I saw where the horizon ends
a ship ploughing the the sky
White tear on pale blue.
I saw the waiting darkness before
the others did
Look, I said, but it was too late
the ship cast anchor behind a cloud
loading mist for Dogger Bank
Take onboard discarded dreams
to plug the dikes in Amsterdam
Sunflowers on the mythical sea
and red-flying fish
My ship is bound for the Saragossa sea
with a cargo of old sailors
where they will stalk the forgotten
#love
#strength
#courage #respect
#courage #respect
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the structure of her landscape
i want
each
little moment
of body
and soul,
to kiss
the structure
of her
landscape,
to hold
her music,
to taste
her rain,
countless miles
water, mountains,
deserts,
i see
and lay down
where everything
is the hope
that i
commune with.
each
little moment
of body
and soul,
to kiss
the structure
of her
landscape,
to hold
her music,
to taste
her rain,
countless miles
water, mountains,
deserts,
i see
and lay down
where everything
is the hope
that i
commune with.
#relationships
#beauty
#admiration
#respect
#obsession
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She/Her
From my first breath,
I was guided by women
My introduction to this world
in the arms of a mother,
followed by nurses
scrambling about
to quiet my confusion
The awareness of fear
a baby's cry
only to be calmed
by the feminine instinct
That respect,
starts with a mother
and branches out
to include the daughters
and sisters of Eve
if one is fortunate
to be nurtured
by the loving, maternal variety
On record came Blondie
On cassette, Joan Jett
and I was again mystified...
I was guided by women
My introduction to this world
in the arms of a mother,
followed by nurses
scrambling about
to quiet my confusion
The awareness of fear
a baby's cry
only to be calmed
by the feminine instinct
That respect,
starts with a mother
and branches out
to include the daughters
and sisters of Eve
if one is fortunate
to be nurtured
by the loving, maternal variety
On record came Blondie
On cassette, Joan Jett
and I was again mystified...
#women
#admiration
#respect
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Hold you.
Show me the rhythm that makes you feel sad.
I'll outstrech my hands and guide you.
Leave pain in the past,
and focus on moments of truth.
Hold on decisions, you will come through.
Stay here with me.
I'll be here for you.
I'll be the totem that blessess you.
Out here is reckless.
So I'll be here for you.
Hold you up.
I'll be here for you.
Show me your rhythm.
My love will guide you to your truth.
©SukiSushiCrown.09-03-2024
I'll outstrech my hands and guide you.
Leave pain in the past,
and focus on moments of truth.
Hold on decisions, you will come through.
Stay here with me.
I'll be here for you.
I'll be the totem that blessess you.
Out here is reckless.
So I'll be here for you.
Hold you up.
I'll be here for you.
Show me your rhythm.
My love will guide you to your truth.
©SukiSushiCrown.09-03-2024
#relationships
#support
#respect
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Yeah, I remember…
I was a victim before I could stand.
A toy just far enough down the list
not to matter. It’s not a life that I planned.
Broken bones and blood spatter.
My eyes always burn, the tear ducts
don’t work anymore. A tootsie pop that
took a lot of licks to learn, something
ripped inside and tore.
They shaped my mind into a room
full of boxes. Everything has its place.
No more Thorazine or Roxy's, look
and see my real face.
I love my scars and thickened skin,
sleeved in ink, telling my story.
In the end it all...
A toy just far enough down the list
not to matter. It’s not a life that I planned.
Broken bones and blood spatter.
My eyes always burn, the tear ducts
don’t work anymore. A tootsie pop that
took a lot of licks to learn, something
ripped inside and tore.
They shaped my mind into a room
full of boxes. Everything has its place.
No more Thorazine or Roxy's, look
and see my real face.
I love my scars and thickened skin,
sleeved in ink, telling my story.
In the end it all...
#abuse
#respect
#fear
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