Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son
A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need
When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair
Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again
I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave
Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat
Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me
She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole
Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices
My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created
Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes
Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
In my quest of life sublime
I face a mountain I must climb
There dwells up inside of me
A growing amount of hostility
My anger is growing day by day
Regardless of the prayers I pray
Like two grinding tectonic plates
One is love and the other is hate
As the plates slowly grind away
Price of hate my love must pay
Like a beautiful exotic dance
Hate is held in dark romance
Like a lone mountain flower
Love shall hold mystic power
The two sides of a single face
Only one can rule this place
Off to hell fallen angels go
Is this the fate of my soul?
Is the meaning of this rhyme?
Bound by the hands of time
For all to hear and all to see
Love and hate each dwell in me
Love and hate each have their goal
I wonder, which shall win my soul
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2011
~ SLAP the POET ~
First, you come to splat my baby SKAT!
Now I'm gonna give you a slap like this and that.
You call yourself, Doc the Poet & Notorious FLIRT.
OUCH! Doc, being you must really hurt.
Thank you for waking me from my cat nap.
Now it's time to bend you over my lap.
I will spank you like a kid for talking crap.
Teaching you a lesson that will make you snap.
I will slap my hand across your face.
For posting your Acrostic disgrace.
On my face was a smile that you post
With a look you'll never know
Doc, like a kid, you call them my towers.
Claiming my twins carry certain powers.
In a poem, Chris A. Once called them melons.
While my Hubby climbs and calls them Mount. SAINT Helene's.
Take some notes when you read this.
Don't talk about another mans double "D's" pillow kiss.
Don't make yourself out a poet fool.
Keep your cool and clean off your drool.
Don't end up like my Hubby who is lost in my abyss.
It's not my wits that got your dumb a$$ caught in reminisce.
~ SKAT ~
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010
There’s are ghosts in your head that just won’t die
While there’s a liar in your eyes on whom I can’t rely
And there’s a method to your madness, but no one knows
That something’s not right until its ugly face shows
Because the ghosts just keep screaming, too loud for you to hear
That when you thought I was gone, I’d always stayed right here
And though the liar tried to trick me, saying words you’d naught believe
So that I took on all your monsters when all I needed was a reprieve
But soon you tasted my blood to find that you liked the taste
Longing, wanting more, so you laid me waste
Though I begged and I pleaded for you my dear
You only heard and saw ghosts never really there.
And when you saw your blood, it proved the last straw
That horrible scream that unhinged your jaw,
I knew never again could I come to call you mine
As foolish a faith as that of a Divine.
For you, there was only the ghosts inside your head
Haunting your eyes and the liar with all his words yet said.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2011
some may pray
believe as you wish
life is the main dish
you may even hate me
just don’t hang me from tree
how we live is our choice
you may hear your god’s voice
live and let live that’s my life
see you in the afterlife
Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013
You frown with disapproval since you have a pedigree.
Born in the USA, you say, ancestors crossed the sea.
Proud of your German heritage, and I am just a hick.
Your phony pearls, your knock-off bag, you always look real slick.
You treat me like I'm nothing with your nose turned up so far.
I'd rent that space if in the need of a place to park my car.
But a shiny cover does not value always quite equate.
I'm sure your "antique" silverware is only silver plate.
No, value comes from something more that's hidden deep inside.
It's born of love and empathy, not silly, baseless pride.
It doesn't come in just one color, an accent or a creed
Hitler was rich but I'd rather come from Cesar Chavez' seed!
So I'd rather have an ice cold beer with a gifted Mexican
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin!
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2016
I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!
As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!
In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power
Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find
I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings
I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil
Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter
The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?
Copyright © Neha Godambe | Year Posted 2012
The word I hate the most is the word “CLOSURE"
It is used constantly, so much as to over exposure.
We want closure on our feelings, closure on events
CLOSURE to me is when something shut, not something to supplement
I want this feeling to end, not put a closure on it
My feelings won’t go away by closing a door they still won’t quit.
For those that want to use it please go ahead feel free
But please don’t use closure if you want to talk to me.
So now my little gripe comes to an end or is it CLOSURE
You see you have got me doing it, I am now losing my composure.
If someone can give me a word to use instead of it
I’ll be grateful till the day I die and be one very happy Brit.
Entry to Michael Falatico's “What word do you hate most” contest
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
Oh how I hate thy haughty hours oh Halloween!
Your thorns and thistles are these terrifying teens
who wear worried looks, walking, wobbling…woeful;
daring doors and deeds that are dreadful.
Cruising for candy: the core of thy course oh Halloween!
kind kids from keen kindred knock their kith and kins,
playful princes paint pure palaces in pale, purple and pink;
Spreading stones and soiling streets with sweets... that stink.
In the hollow of thy haunting hands… oh Halloween!
mighty men melt at the melodrama of masked men…mean;
Trick or treat, terrors or treasures? The termites ask the tall trees,
waiting, willing and working to waste their wares and wears.
Oh how I hate thy hit and run habits… oh Halloween!
Sharing sudden sweets for strangers you have never seen;
heating up the heartbeat of happy husbands and wives,
you turn lively, lovely lads into lurking and longing lives.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2009
Come 'ere kitty eyes so green
Tell me why you're so dang mean
Climbin' curtins and the walls
Midnight rampage through the halls
Chasin' air but never rats
You should know I hate cats!
*just a note: i dont hate cats...(as long as they realize and behave as dogs)...any i have been owned by realize this and quickly learn to fetch, come, sit, no, and master the english language...as such....this kitten(now a cat) is my son's: Oliver, appropriatly named, who is the real-life version of "Garfield" in every possible way...and dearly loved :)
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
The higher your IQ,
the less your friends like you.
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014
This malevolent word - Hate
May keep you from Heaven's gate
If it's carried in your heart
God will ask, "Where thou art?"
He says HIM you can never know
If hate resides within your soul
So release your grip and set it free
Let forgiveness reign, while hatred flees.
Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012
ICE COLD TURGID TRAMP
FRIGID VICIOUS VAMP
YOU BLACKENED MY SIGHT
YOU’VE FROZEN MY CHEST
I CAN’T BREATH
I JUST SEETHE
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
Most leaders are barking dog
Only few are good, seem loyal
Viewing sights are weak almost
Position made alike, no fault.
Eyes see wealth and wealthy
Poor are likely barb to them
Bid of dealing conducts with
Same level people or powerful
Poverty and suffering for them
No caring and major matter
No meaning of falling tears
Less earning in all day working
No hope of ventilating good life
Own future is futile for oneself.
Dead hope, locked door all trouble
Intolerable piercing moments
Unbelievable and unexpected hegemony
Padlocked the whole ruling system
Politics produces into the candidate
Pretending like dead, dumb and deaf
In the time of entering into the doorsteps
Spreading oath, sweetly and politely
We are here for all and everybody
Truth and trusty statements of liars.
Copyright © Kamal Raj Dahal | Year Posted 2013
I ask why you insist on torturing me.
My question is met by dark Egyptian eyes
That enchant me even in their confusion;
You tell me, in that lovely dancing accent,
That you don't know this word.
And then that you do, but are still confused...
You aren't sure what you could have done
To hurt me...
I inform you that you do not know
The true meaning of torture.
Torture is your lips, just the sight of your lips-
You bite your lower lip without thinking; this too is torturous.
Torture is the smooth brown skin at the base of your neck I want to touch so bad it hurts,
Just barely exposed by the buttons left casually undone at the top of your shirt.
Torture is thick black curls that beg for fingers to run through them-
You run one hand through them thoughtlessly as I'm slowly becoming undone.
Torture is you noticing, you seeing in my eyes that I want you,
And your own bright black eyes that taunt me; "So what are you gonna do?"
Torture is the sharp intake of your breath that tells me that you want me,
With out the hard pressure of your body on mine I want so badly.
Torture is the betrayal of my body as it becomes yours; it's without my permission
That my body moves as it would to meet yours- I hate you for putting me in this condition.
Torture is my skin becoming heated until inside my veins moves not blood but flame,
And you encourage the fire until I fear it'll consume me; I'm already beyond insane-
Torture is me begging you to stop, and you pushing me ever further,
Until I'm sure that the greatest pain I've ever felt is this burning, aching, fever.
Torture is you telling me that I should go to sleep,
Acting as if you've done nothing at all to me.
Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014
I Hate the News
By Franklin Price
Just want to say, I hate the news.
Reporters drive me to more booze.
They spin the news as they see fit
It's hard to make some sense of it
They tell the story their own way,
The truth or not is what they say,
Complete or partial; out of context.
Never surprised, what they say next.
Where is Cronkite, Chet and Dave?
They are turning in their graves
I know for sure they cannot rest
Seeing the truth put to the test
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016
Somebody tell me what the hell happened to Cupid
Everyone everywhere walking around acting stupid
There is no love anymore and the World is full of hate
C'mon people we need to change before it's too late
Politics and Religion all of us take up sides for the fight
Well I've got news, your side, their side, neither is right
It doesn't matter if you’re a terrorist killing or a lawyer suing
Be more than a human being, it's time to be a Human Doing
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
my son was born with a disconnected mind
he catches on if you give him time
i love that he carries on a normal life
i hate that he will never have a wife
he loves animals and building things
i hate to tell him that he can not sing : )
his appetite so big and around the clock
you will find him from time to time with only the one sock
he gets so excited about just the little things
oh what joy he brings
he talks to everyone that passes through
why some people are mean i have no clue
i ask God to please keep him near if i am called home before him
he never liked just being called 'jim'
his sisters and brothers treat him well and give him no slack
...and his love for them does not lack
my dear son mommy loves you so
you are special in my heart i want you to know
and if I could tell the world to stop treating as if you have a disease
this would make mommy so very pleased
Copyright © jackie thomas | Year Posted 2013
Washed away sitting in my bedroom
Windows sit open flowers can't bloom
Endless procedures continue to resume
Can't live a normal life with a dirty room
Watch my mind begin to sit and unfold
Logic doesn't matter so I catch a cold
Forget to shower again today
Self hate takes over and I fade away
Copyright © Granola Bars | Year Posted 2013
Broken, shattered, torn little pieces,
Of my self; I continue to lose the way,
Dealing, deserving, dishing out,
A suitable punishment there is not,
A bloody trickling of tears,
Covering the body in sickness and in fear,
Stretching the length of my insides,
My shame knows no bounds, besides,
Who could fix this broken thing?
So lost in a cliche of words that is so a maze, bring
Me, this lost lamb, no shepard to be had,
No, deserving hardly, I willingly walk the other way.
Shall I not desert the others?
I shame mothers and I shame fathers,
Stay away from me!
Only pain and misery that will be.
Copyright © Joshua Brown | Year Posted 2013
About A Cruise I Hate
There seemed to be so much turmoil
Something my perfect trip would spoil
With weather being bothered by a storm
Caused by cold front while over a warm.
Direction of cruise suddenly had to change
My mind and thoughts must re-arrange
Knowing Eastern Caribbean was the best
Not wanting west side part of our quest.
Some things about a cruise I always hate
Going on one of them never like to wait
And what I will want to do some how
Is would really rather go here and now.
Does this sound familiar?
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
I hate the way that you're not here to kiss me or run your fingers through my hair
I hate the way that sometimes I can't tell whether or not you care
I hate the way you never come to me; you wait for me to come to you
I hate how easily I forgive you for anything you do
I hate the way that sometimes you can't get your mind off my t&a
I hate it when I can't talk to you everyday
I hate the way you make me want you really bad
I hate the fact that you have the power to make me sad
I hate the way that I can't tell you no
I hate that when you're with me I never want you to go
I hate it when you make me cry
I hate that I can't let you make me moan and sigh
I hate the way you're scared to commit even though you know I'll never leave
I hate the way you think being a worthy man is something you'll never achieve
I hate the way you think you need to give me things when all I want is you
I hate the way that sometimes you don't have a clue
I hate the way you're always right
I hate that I don't even want to put up a fight
I hate the way you don't seem to care whether or not I text or call
I hate how fast you made me fall
"but mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all." -10 Things I Hate About You
Copyright © Persileen Grace Moore | Year Posted 2012
this ones for my mom and dad
i treat them so bad
i hurt them with painful words
i told him he was a waste of my time
it's probably useless
to write you this
i wish i coul hang from the rafters in my home
cause my parents don't want me no more so now i'm alone
all i want is their approval
but the words i say are so brutal
over the years i've caused you and mom to cry many tears
and in your hearts and minds i've bestowed many fears
but don't forget i've cried too
and yes it was not all because of you
but it still doesn't make what we did right
but i have many good choices in sight
you'll always be my mommy
cause for better or for worse you still love me
dad no matter how many blows we throw
i love you that i just wanna let you know
i hate being miserable and having this burning heartache in my soul
i hate the things i did but your love i feel you hid
the blood my wrist shed
and yes theyhave bled
the pain of not being able to come home
all the times we fought on the phone
i don't mean what i say
so here i am tring not to fight another day
my heart is right pleas accept my apology tonight
i may not be the best son
i love you mom and dad
i'm truely am sorry i treated you bad
Copyright © scott moebius | Year Posted 2012
Where from Here
How would we find light by embracing the dark
All the hate and fear men seem to embark
We know this in our hearts but still raise our sword
Gods given a peaceful loving world that we should always move toward
The world we create is from a sick and broken mind
If our egos don’t soften it will be the end of mankind
Eons of hate passed down through the ages
Taught to our children given rise to unknown rages
If we look to God we can break the bonds of this fear
And finally live as one and joyfully see clear
For life is meant to work and this is Gods plan
For there has been love in our hearts since all life began
It’s not letting God in but it’s letting Him out
For he is part of us all and you can’t live in doubt
The pulse of the universe lives in every beating heart
This loving creation that we all are apart
So lets put all else aside and make peace our dream
And rise up to faith and become one with the unseen
Copyright 2011 4/1/2011
Copyright © rick monachello | Year Posted 2011
I really hate to be a big crude prude
But what do you consider to be finger food?
And are some of us kind of slackers
How about cookies or maybe crackers?
Then what about if we fly on a trapeze
And maybe might add piece of cheese
Then what if we were to fall
After we finally had to eat it all.
How about having some fruit instead
Which is better for you Doctor said
That should always be a human trait
And all people will properly regulate.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
When it comes to golf, I am such a sap.
I hate it whenever my ball is in a sand trap.
It’s bad enough when I either hook or slice.
I am aware that my swing does not look nice.
How I would like to shave points off my game.
What I do out on the course will bring me shame.
The word I hate most is “bogey”.
I don’t want to hear it when it is said around me.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
I hate the way there's silence
When I ask if someone's there
I hate the way I'm empty
Left to just sit and stare
I hate the way I'm lonely
When I shouldn't have to be
I hate the way I'm hated
Thrown down on my knees
I hate the way things have gone
Completely taken off course
I hate the way things are going
My screams leaving me hoarse
I hate the way I'm sitting here
Writing down my pain
I hate the way no one cares
I have nothing left to gain
I hate the way I write your name
When I write something down
I hate the way my dreams aren't safe
I wake up with a frown
I hate the way people judge
Their rubric far from fair
But most of all, I hate the way
You think that I don't care
Copyright © Tianna Anhorn | Year Posted 2007
ON READING TO THE LAST LINE OF A POEM THAT YOU HATE
If you hate what you have read
Take good heed to what I've said
Like a meal good verse is fine
Dessert may grace the final line
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
This hate runs through my viens and out my mouth.
This *****litterally isn't good for my health.
My silence is my medicine,
Why share what trouble i've been in?
You were never there, and I mean really there.
You werent there to wipe my tears or fix my hair.
So don't tell me that you ever cared.
Hate has never ran so strong
For someone i barley knew all along
You were a figment of my imagination
and now your a real human creation.
your my dad?
How can you love me when you always so mad?
Its funny how you claim me
but you weren't there to raise me.
Being a dad is more than getting my mom knocked up
I'm sorry what im saying is so upfront.
But it was never you.
and sometimes I wish that *****you told me was true.
How you think I'm not yours.
I mean if you really don't want me
then let that *****be known
and I swear ill be gone.
Copyright © MacKenzie Lesjack | Year Posted 2013
Katie Hopkins; Wild Redemption
Katie Hopkins, what a bitch
She really makes my innards itch
She’s paid to spit and vent her bile
Her views are simply crass and vile
The woman thinks that refugees
Should all die screaming in the seas
And now she is an educator?
Well, Brunel students sure don’t rate her
Poor Katie got no praise or thanks
Just fifty silent backs in ranks
Her thoughts upon the welfare state
Perceived to be just tosh and hate
They sent her straight to Coventry
A damned good place for her to be
She’s blaming social media
For everyone is wrong but her
Not like she’s a cow at all
Or cares if pride precedes a fall
As long as she still earns a wad
She’ll carry on like some bad God
Dispensing poison, spitting blood
Dragging free speech through the mud
In years gone by our ears would twitch
A mob would rise and kill the witch
But that was then, and this is now
Best to simply shun the cow
For centuries of love and learning
Persuade us Katie’s not for burning
She’s bound to go too far one day
For Karma’s not a bitch to play
Eternal justice, endless fall
Oh, Katie won’t like that at all
Forever with the evil dead
And haunted by the things she’s said
Do you really want that, Kate?
It’s not too late to recreate
In love there’s simply no exemption
Just endless joy and wild redemption…
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015