Poems About Tolerance Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about tolerance seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Ones For Your Consort Wish To Be Chosen
"The ones for your consort wish to be chosen,
Your Highness." was what one woman said to the prince
who watched two other women strip down, placed his
hands on the middle one's shoulders and said "This one."
Your Highness." was what one woman said to the prince
who watched two other women strip down, placed his
hands on the middle one's shoulders and said "This one."
#romantic
#beauty
#fiction
#sensual
#tolerance
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To Prove That She's Now Mature
You
see, Dad.
The reason
why Bonnie had
let herself pose nude
for this portrait is to
prove that she's now mature and
able to decide what's best for
herself. And if you're still not cool
with it, then that's your rotten luck, Old Man!
see, Dad.
The reason
why Bonnie had
let herself pose nude
for this portrait is to
prove that she's now mature and
able to decide what's best for
herself. And if you're still not cool
with it, then that's your rotten luck, Old Man!
#father
#fiction
#dialogue
#sensual
#tolerance
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My Biggest Joy
You could
say that my
biggest
joy would be that the
whole family would
still be able to
love each
other no
matter.
say that my
biggest
joy would be that the
whole family would
still be able to
love each
other no
matter.
#family
#dialogue
#acceptance
#tolerance
#nonfiction
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A Bitch’s Tomorrow
Many think her size and gender is a disadvantage
But many found out the hard way that she can manage,
“Not only able to take a blow to the pussy, but also to the head
Showing that her period is not the only blood she can shed,
“She is not about that fake flirting and ass switching
Being barefoot, asshole naked and pregnant in the kitchen,
“Got caught up in a rape situation-now she lives with that regret
Now from her, men will get a different kind of wet-wet,
“Treating fools like a blow job bitch who is about to bite ...
But many found out the hard way that she can manage,
“Not only able to take a blow to the pussy, but also to the head
Showing that her period is not the only blood she can shed,
“She is not about that fake flirting and ass switching
Being barefoot, asshole naked and pregnant in the kitchen,
“Got caught up in a rape situation-now she lives with that regret
Now from her, men will get a different kind of wet-wet,
“Treating fools like a blow job bitch who is about to bite ...
#anger
#strength
#tolerance
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Gay Abandon
Growing up in the 90's,
reading books with a happy imagination,
that meant
a Reckless Action with Unrestrained Joy,
and left it at that,
Now,
it means
forgoing all empathy, compassion, tolerance,
and running into the hating claws
of the far right;
and there ain't nothing happy or alright about any of that.
reading books with a happy imagination,
that meant
a Reckless Action with Unrestrained Joy,
and left it at that,
Now,
it means
forgoing all empathy, compassion, tolerance,
and running into the hating claws
of the far right;
and there ain't nothing happy or alright about any of that.
#happiness
#gay
#tolerance
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Note And Picture On A Pillow
Matt woke up on a
Saturday and saw a note
and picture on a pillow.
It was a photo
of Helen whose note said "Thanks
for letting me spend the night."
Saturday and saw a note
and picture on a pillow.
It was a photo
of Helen whose note said "Thanks
for letting me spend the night."
#friendship
#home
#morning
#fiction
#tolerance
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Her Lips Are Like Pink Curtains
Her lips are like pink
curtains covering
the braces made of
metal that are on
the teeth in her mouth.
curtains covering
the braces made of
metal that are on
the teeth in her mouth.
#grief
#relationships
#fiction
#dialogue
#tolerance
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temperance
a quatrain
The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy
mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is
a man of high and heroic temper.—Aristotle
pins and needles pierce unguarded flesh
as, naked, i navigate my path;
tho my trickling blood bleeds hot and fresh,
i am wont to keep controlled my wrath.
ridiculed by sage and psychopath,
sanctioned by the greed of selfish men,
i am won't to keep controlled my wrath;
thus may i maintain my acumen. ...
The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy
mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is
a man of high and heroic temper.—Aristotle
pins and needles pierce unguarded flesh
as, naked, i navigate my path;
tho my trickling blood bleeds hot and fresh,
i am wont to keep controlled my wrath.
ridiculed by sage and psychopath,
sanctioned by the greed of selfish men,
i am won't to keep controlled my wrath;
thus may i maintain my acumen. ...
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#inequality
#tolerance
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(Part 2) I Hate Computer Cookies Trilogy
I hate that poetry is mocked yet writing lyrics is cool. Ignore the critics. Express yourself on a page, trust me, it will set you free.
I hate people who dare to paint their front door illuminous green, no, no, no. You are not edgy and cool and pushing the boundaries, you are out of touch,just like undercuts, 16 hole Doc Martens and Def leopard back patches.
I hate back seat drivers, if I ever want a co-pilot I’d ask. Nobody ever goes up to the pilot of a plane and offers “ Hey Bud, might be quicker if we swing by the Cape Verde Islands there!”
I hate small...
I hate people who dare to paint their front door illuminous green, no, no, no. You are not edgy and cool and pushing the boundaries, you are out of touch,just like undercuts, 16 hole Doc Martens and Def leopard back patches.
I hate back seat drivers, if I ever want a co-pilot I’d ask. Nobody ever goes up to the pilot of a plane and offers “ Hey Bud, might be quicker if we swing by the Cape Verde Islands there!”
I hate small...
#funny
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#wisdom
#tolerance
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We are one
We were born from blood!
Blood and fire!
We received the baptism and passed it on!
Wolf cubs, we tore each other apart.
Fangs and claws should have been our coat of arms!
Who are we today?
How do we look towards tomorrow?
When yesterday's fears haunts us,
When everything seems different than it was...
Who are you, my neighbor?
What do you want from me?
What do I hope for from you?
How would you like us to be tomorrow?
Millennia spin in our blood
Like a rolling wave they come towards us!
You're not my...
Blood and fire!
We received the baptism and passed it on!
Wolf cubs, we tore each other apart.
Fangs and claws should have been our coat of arms!
Who are we today?
How do we look towards tomorrow?
When yesterday's fears haunts us,
When everything seems different than it was...
Who are you, my neighbor?
What do you want from me?
What do I hope for from you?
How would you like us to be tomorrow?
Millennia spin in our blood
Like a rolling wave they come towards us!
You're not my...
#uplifting
#gratitude
#heroic #tolerance
#heroic #tolerance
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Bad temper
The Lily of the Valley
Blossoms beautifully
Its fragance is light and fresh
But poison runs through its veins,
A dark side
It surely hides
Somehow similar to this flower
Two sides are part of this girl
On her happy days,
Like a nightingale
Sitting on a cherry tree's branche
She sings the greatest melodies
But when angry,
Becoming a deadly tornado
She destroys all in her path
Blossoms beautifully
Its fragance is light and fresh
But poison runs through its veins,
A dark side
It surely hides
Somehow similar to this flower
Two sides are part of this girl
On her happy days,
Like a nightingale
Sitting on a cherry tree's branche
She sings the greatest melodies
But when angry,
Becoming a deadly tornado
She destroys all in her path
#tolerance
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My heart
her heart
isn't perfect
it is layered with emotions
pulsing through thick veins
it has been punished
brutally
it has felt utter joy
kindness
love
there are times
she is shaken
by its depths
memories are carried
in the deep wells
pumping life into each
sacred moment
many times she
has wondered
marveled at this
muscle
that feels too much
its desire to go on
without knowing
how or why
it still beats
rhythmically ...
isn't perfect
it is layered with emotions
pulsing through thick veins
it has been punished
brutally
it has felt utter joy
kindness
love
there are times
she is shaken
by its depths
memories are carried
in the deep wells
pumping life into each
sacred moment
many times she
has wondered
marveled at this
muscle
that feels too much
its desire to go on
without knowing
how or why
it still beats
rhythmically ...
#love
#patience
#LifeAsAWriter #tolerance
#LifeAsAWriter #tolerance
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DU Poetry : Poems About Tolerance Seeking Honest Critique