Abc Hate Poems | Abc Poems About Hate

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Things go wrong

Love hurts and people change. Things go wrong and things get strange. But life goes on and you only life it once. Be strong cause things will get better over the months. I thought I was heartbroken, I thought you were my world. You fooled me though, made me think I was your only girl. But all along, you didnt care. Im not sure, your were even completely there. But now I've moved on, when I thought it was impossible. I had to be the bigger person in this breakup, I was responsible. I let it get to me, but I didnt let it ruin me completely. I didnt do anything about the hurt you caused me, I acted so sweetly. I let you walk all over me, I tried to ignore how you disrespected me. But when I ended things, the pain was easier to see.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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Don't Judge Me for Existing

Why do you give me a hard look from your face?
that you don't like what you see?
that I'm from a different race?

Why can't we see eye to eye?
why do I disgust you,
like you don't wanna be near me
would you please tell me?
tell me why you hate me?

Do you hate me because of the color of my skin?
like I'm a disease?
you don't think I have desires?
that I have needs?

We aren't from the same race,
but by soul,
we live in the same world.
You may think I'm nothing,
just push me into the mud,
knowing we both have the same colored blood.
You can't judge me by my appearance,
or by my race,
or even the color on my face.
Say what you want to say,
you can't judge me,
for I didn't choose to be born this way.

Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014

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That's not love

Don't confuse love. Love is a feeling that will make you feel alive. Love is what you give, not what you get. Love is a strong word. 4 letters with a strong & beautiful definition. But what if you only feel love and the other person doesn't  feel "love" for you? Would that be One-sided love? Or when he  hits you & throws you in the floor after him coming home from work, Is that love? Or when you have a family & you guys are in court and she want to take your kids from you because she found you with someone else is that love? NO ITS NOT. LOVE IS WHEN YOU HAVE EACH OTHER ,LOVE IS THAT LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL. LOVE IS YOU.

Copyright © Ana Jaquelyn | Year Posted 2017

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Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Kadell

Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2013

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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I am prejudice

I am prejudice i hate people of different color
I hate the thought of white
I hate the thought of brown 
I hate the thought of black
fall into my grasps and be prejudice too
it is  easy to do
when someone does not look or has the same color of you
why not hate someone that is different but still a person 
even though you know not his or her character or personality
i think it is wise to despise 
it is cool to be cruel
follow my path and let us hate together
i give no opportunity to people to see their true self
i love not the differences that makes people special
i only know hate how lonely and sad and full of hate i am 
I am prejudice and i am no man


Copyright © autry emanuel | Year Posted 2013

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A Bad Dream

A dream, bad from every nook
In front of my eyes, so painful.
Eyes of mine being tearful
And petrified of the remembrance, I looked.

Deep down somewhere inside the heart
Lies a monotonous melancholy,
Lording slowly, speaking distinctly
Of the ones, moving willingly or unwillingly, apart.

The awful reverberation of the pains,
The anomalous silence of the lips
Makes no good to the victims’ deeps
But to menace the already-made stains.

Love and affection, nothing but an illusion,
Drive the youths, sometimes, into a circle so vicious
Making them, gradually, sub-conscious
Of the foredooming situation.

The hazardous ambiance of betrayal,
So treacherous, so obnoxious
Makes us so ferocious
To trust in one being more than loyal.

Women and even small girls 
Practicing and participating in prostitution
Though a taboo to the sophisticated civilization,
For a mouthful forget their morals.

Jobless the students are, so hopeless
Leave no reason for education.
Depressed to the manhole of frustration
Question their independence.

The merciless slaughtering of people
And of the innocent newborns, so cruel
The carnivorous minds inside, that dwell
Are they better than animal?

The miring sins, all around
A sinister awaits the weak,
Till this insatiable appetite of Politics
Forever will be sound.

For us, the same
Day or Night, it is.
Our conscience to protest it is
Upon which, hovers the clouds of shame.

Forcing us to do what we should not
In the name of God, either,
Or by reasons of fear,
Hurts our life and existence, a lot.

To the bloodthirsty vampires,
Stop these barbaric games
Of pretending to hold your false fame
Leading to your catastrophic massacre.

For a year or two, if these pursue, I fear,
Ruthlessly skinning and ripping the society
For the highest worldly possession, money
End of the world is not too far, my dears.

Copyright © Nilanjan Ghosal | Year Posted 2015

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I Am Who I Am

Its bad enough that everyday I walk down memory lane, &&' It really puts me in alot of pain. I've been doing the best that I can, but I am who I am. I'm getting tired of everyones exspectations, people always pulling me in different directions. Even when I'm falling down, people still push me on the ground. I'm gonna keep trying, no more lying. No more games, done mentioning names. Being two-faced isn't cool, it just makes you look like a fool. I'm never looking back, that life was wack. I'm done trying to make everyone happy, when they treat me so crappy. I may not have alot of friends, in the end, but atleast I don't have to pretend. I'm gonna be true, with or without you. You'll see, I'm done letting people get to me.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name, would still smell as sweet.
When life is like a roller coaster in a maze.
Competition here and there,
When really, all we need is care.
A preconceived idea of what it all meant,
Sisypheanial love for more wealth,
Whereas, all it does is eat away our health.
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
Fearing all and what we don’t know.
I don’t know, 
But I just can’t change.
The times we become so numb to what we’re saying.
Ain’t we meant to speak the same language daily?
Nah, it’s an era founded from oppression.
A world rooted in hate, yet we all ignore this,
The same hate that caused wars from religion,
Even gender to skin colour,
Not to talk of ethnicity too.
And then we talk about freedom.
What is really free?
A world where we pay for even our breath,
A free gift of nature to man,
Remember the bill for water?
Its human right for everyone.
Really, who is fooling who?
On Sabbath, I was taught something else,
And when you preach hate, those words ain’t anointed.
And then I sit still and remember eternity.
When else is more comfortable remaining voiceless.
No freedom till we are all equal,
We preach progress with the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause.
Till the day we can be united by love and not by law,
That day, we have changed “US”
Whatever God you believe in, 
The fact remains, we come from the same one.
I’m crying no more,
Cause one day, we’ll all be gone.

Copyright © Mubarak Adeola | Year Posted 2014

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Never hate your haters

                                             To hate your haters
                                  is never in your favor 
                                          just pray a prayer
                             and let your haters be your motivators 
                                 never look up but above
                        An don't hate your haters, save it for love
                         so stay strong and never give up
                      to let the haters know enough is enough 
                                 your more than different
                                      and that makes you tough 


Copyright © monica bradley | Year Posted 2015

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The River That Runs Dry

The river that runs dry, 
was a lonely dark, dark river, so dark the sadness from the river dried up the river was so silent you couldnt hear just silence anymore you could hear the whispers of cry's of helpless children, and parents crying out, in so much pain even that is unforgivable, being betrayed by your loved ones. One dark, dark, night went by, the river that ran dry, its a river that holds no more tears, the tears running down into the river by tears from people's faces. There's no more broken promises, no more stab's in the back, no more tears are flowing with sorrow and pain. The river runs dry because, the river is silent, the river is dried up with no rough rocks and no rough paths to go through, no waterfalls running with tears because they've all been lifted up unto a peaceful place, because a brighter light of a loving home has arrived for them all with flowers that bloom in the meadows of green pastures.  

Copyright © Julie Mckoon | Year Posted 2016

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Road trip ,short horror story

Driving with my best friend is the best. Music all the way up, singing like I'm in my own rock band, no worries, just free with life. Seeing an old abandoned house up the street.
 jenny says " I dare you to walk into that house for 5 min" 
Laughing with an obnoxiously nervous laugh I say "hell no"
"I'll give you 50$" says jenny
"How about 100$ and we have a deal?" I say still kinda nervous 
"Deal!!" Yells jenny with excitement on her face.
We pull up in this stone driveway, the sun is starting to set so there is a pinkish orangeish tint in the sky. How pretty I thought hypnotized by gods beauty, I would be completely okay with seeing this for the last time in my life. Coming back to reality, I walk in and shut the door behind me. The house is dark Like no light has touched these walls in years. The walls are brown, sunk in and falling apart like they are just melting off the frame of the house. There is a offal smell, like rotating food mixed with mold and mildu. Almost like I can't describe what it is. 

I look at my phone, 3 min left
Thank god I thought, I can do this.
As I walk into different rooms I hear a noise. "Hello" I called out but I hear nobody in return. Thinking to myself it was probably just a animal. I walk up the stairs, still confused  about that weird noise. Every step is errie. I had to stop, I can feel the stirs about to cave, every creek is stomach dropping. I regain my strength and keep going. I get to the top, "thank god" I say under my breath. I look at my phone again. 1 more minute, I fill with excitement to get out of this dreadful house. I look into the first room on the right. Its a empty room white walls with smoke stained curtains , this was probably a very cute house at one point, what a shame I thought. 
I HEAR IT! I hear that noise again except closer by me. Like a muffled screeching bat. I walk down the hall with a sick feeling the more closer and closer i get. I turn into the room and I'm in awe at what I see. Blood red walls, mirrors everywhere, black curtains shut over the windows. This room is very much alive and vibrant. I see weird dark red brown stains on the floor, I'm completely confused with what I'm seeing. Step by step I walk into the room a little more and realize the noise is coming from a little boom box in the corner of the room but who would do this I thought, who would live like this?. Just as I was about to turn and walk out of the room, I jumped in the air like a scared cat to see jenny is standing there smiling.  "You scared me! " I screamed. As my heart starts to settle and we both are laughing over me being easily scared I'm relieved to see my best friend. "Come on, I owe you that 100$" she says.
Smiling and still laughing I turn in front of Jenny as I'm the first one to walk out of the bedroom door and a sharp pain stabs my back, It puts me to my knees. As I look over to the right onto another dark red and brown stained mirror, I'm confused, scared and screaming in pain. Still looking into the mirror I see jenny put on this mask looks to be made out of different parts of human skin. As I just look at myself and try to make of what's going on. I realize, like a light switch just turned on in my brain. the dark red is dried old blood. As my eyes widen jenny still behind me then looks into the mirror, into my eyes like she is ripping out my soul. As if she could read my mind, that she knew I just realized what was going on. She stands over top of me, bends down, grabs a chunk of my hair enough to lift my head up and forcefully arches my back. I scream in pain because there is a hatchet in my spine. she gets closer to my face I hear her smell my hair, giggle a little in my ear and whispers "You have great skin"

Copyright © Miss. Mae | Year Posted 2016

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Double Edged Sword

I cant take it anymore, This isn't what I've planed for! I was confident, saturated with ambition, I became lost, with no destination. I had it all, It got took all away; Joy,love and transparency, became nothing but sadness, hatred and ambiguity. I loved the way it was, but it was never Okey, Okey for adapting to facing indignity with respectability. However Seeking change, Is a double edged sword challenge; A halt caused by fearfulness, or a motive stimulated by persistence; To shrink and deteriorate, to rise and pullulate.

Copyright © Naamani Badih | Year Posted 2015

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Pain pain go away,
You little b!tch you cannot stay.
I want you gone, Far from me
F*ck off now, and leave me be.
sick of doctors, sick of stress,
Sick n' tired of takin meds.
I want to know what's wrong with me,
A want to be "normal", cant you see?
It wont happen this I know,
With my bloodline,.... it goes to show....

Copyright © brandi foote | Year Posted 2013

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People want to commit suicide,
people choose to die over livin life.
Why has it come to be this way?
Why has this life become so meaningless,
that we just want to throw it away?
We become selfish and think our life is so bad,
dont think of others who's lives are worse, But still greatful for what they have.
People take for granted the things they've got,
clothes, food, smokes and shoes, even a roof or a bed,
They dont think of the homeless,
the hungry, not even the cold or the hot.
They just think they want to be dead,
Things happen in our lives that, to us, seem bad.
We dont look for help or trust any "friends"
All because of the past we've had.
Dont be a coward and run away,
Stick it out, Live life,
I know that there's alot of strife,
But stick it through day to day.
People want to commit suicide,
people choose to die over livin life.
Why has it come to be this way?....

Copyright © brandi foote | Year Posted 2013

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A life full of love,
Brought  from heaven above,
Calling to each and every heart,
Doubt and truth spread worlds apart,
Even hate is swept away,
Fear and evil cannot stay,
Gather together the good and the right,
Heal the weak so they can take flight,
Isolate from the jealous mind,
Joyfully follow the caring and kind,
Kill the wrong and terrible thought,
Live for everything that love has brought,
Managing life and able to lead,
Never forgetting what others may need,
Open the heart to everyone,
Pray for things that must be done,
Question those who hold a grudge,
Remember to forgive instead of judge,
Show the way for those who are lost,
Teach them of hate and what it can cost,
Understand the hope and faith to give,
Victory to those who believe and live,
Wrongs erased for family and friend,
XO's to symbolize the love to lend,
Year after year keep the peace the same,
Zero time for war or blame.

Copyright © Caitlin Rimmer | Year Posted 2012

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love and Hate

Love and hate are strong words those are songs of singing birds, In your mind you may love and hate god told you are a in great, Nothing in the world can change how you feel damn take hour calm down pill, Damage and pieces put together agian take the chanllage you damn hen,To many hearts are broken though words and hits pick up the pieces agian,Words going though your head you better eat that piece of bread, Many turth and lies I told you what a surprise, sitting here with hurt and birt yes your name is Burt, I told you to keep it cool dont hurt you better stay cool, What side you on love and hate please God let me go on this date,No matter what you decide make sure you dont do no crime, look in the mirrow how you look love and that is the book, The world going around in my mind love and hate there isn't no time, look at me I am smart love snd hate who is falling apart, Never called for help i was trap here that big fat rat, To many things i thought before love and hate I brought, Smiles and laughter i got though love and which one we can have a debate.

Copyright © Sade Charles | Year Posted 2015

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Unrequited Love Without Reciprocation

Torment at its finest, found me here tonight.
My love for her has blossomed, yet hers has found no light.
So many stars I have wished upon, less drops of water in the sea.
Tonight it looks like rain, so again a storm will awaken me.
I have studied all her subtleties, and how she looks my way. 
I wish to know not her true feelings, for all I will find is pain.

Copyright © Damian York | Year Posted 2014

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Why do they hate you so much

Why do they hate you so much?

Parents, teachers, colleagues even the priest’s hates you
You not a murderer yet police are looking for you 24 hours a day
You never abused or hurt anyone yet always a victim of circumstances 
You make me laugh, think ohhh just can’t stop thinking about you
Every time I see you… my anger, pain, hatred just fades away

Why do they hate you so much?
Your presents give life to the ill people
Your presents give laugher to the hopeless
Your presents bring two enemies together 
Because of your presents today the nation sings the same song…
Ohhhh…my darling I miss your touch already

Why do they hate you so much?
When you so innocent and harmless, so caring and loving
Should I blame the government for encouraging hate upon you?
Or lack of education and stupid theories fed to citizens about you
Well my sweet darling you can count on me, ill never turn against you
                                                                                                                          SPHELELE NGUBO                                                    

Copyright © Sphelele Brian Aubrey Ngubo | Year Posted 2015

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Someone Elses Life

I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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Evil scourge of the earth so full of waste,
plotter of mankind's fast downward pace.
Breaker of peace and stiffler of song,
with wicked power and purpose upon,
the action of men in opposing always,
God's Holy word with shadows of grey.
Tempter of hearts, making men move;
in ways of hate to shed innocent blood.
Your hostile world in opposition to truth,
wreaks ruin and misery with little reproof.
Destruction of mankind is your design,
without relief or recourse to find.
The father of lies, you lustfully move,
denying the truth, falsehood to prove.
Taking advantage with all evil means,
Winning the battle without effort, it seems.
Sin, as a virtue, you proudly proclaim,
with beauty and pleasure and promise of fame.
With multitudes in your will, you conspire,
to consign, even God's people to the fire.
Seducing millions in false religion's glow,
with deceit, corruption, and murder in tow.
Oh, evil personified, how far from God,
do you so slyly wield your harsh rod.
Disguising yourself as an angel of light,
bringing confusion with all of your might.
Make haste, lay waste, as is your want to do,
God has prepared a proper place for you.

Prov.8:36 "those that hate me, love death."


Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter | Year Posted 2011

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Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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Unrequited Love Without Reciprocation

Torment at its finest, found me here tonight.
My love for her has blossomed, yet hers has found no light.
So many stars I have wished upon, less drops of water in the sea.
Tonight it looks like rain, so again a storm will awaken me.
I have studied all her subtleties, and how she looks my way. 
I wish to know not her true feelings, for all I will find is pain.

Copyright © Damian York | Year Posted 2014

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I am not a politician I have very little interest for politics Reminiscing on Diddy’s vote or die campaign Rallying behind Senator John Kerry Wishing I were old enough to vote My how things have changed Obama’s groundbreaking history was scarecrow No brainer enticed me/I had to cast a ballot I am still not a politician/I have very little interest for politics Ruled by Caucasian Republicans and house niggas Who don’t care about helping the poor Or restoring a nation/ That seen the horrors of 9/11 Troops who went to war and never returned home An economy that has knocked down Some who were atop the financial ladder To paper or plastic/Cheese with that whopper Foodstamps and free Medicare benefits Naive in a way when it comes to our leaders presidency But I’ve seen the effort Healthcare among other bills Met by Congress with resilience A potential government shutdown that threatened To send us to a modern day great depression Insults being thrown at the first lady/Quicker than Randy Johnson’s fastball But hey I’m still not a politician/I have very little interest for politics Politics that haven’t seem to get past/ Obamas brown skin The fact that the man be balling/Like he Jim Jones Tinted lips from blazing Newport cigarettes and herbs Im sure He is too much of a nigga /And they hate that shit But what I think they hate the most/Is he's a polished nigga With a Harvard degree, articulates well And as Katt Williams so eloquently put it/He has no baby mama drama He deserves the respect of his colleagues **** it that he's swagged out like ya favorite rapper Wears skinny suits and has a strut/ That puts Eva, Tyra, and Naomi to shame He's a boss, Rick Ross See this is why Im not a politician I have very little interest for politics/Rather Im politically correct Or politically incorrect/Never said I was a politician My interest for politics lies in the lines of this poem/ Swaggarack capturing America's #1 terrorist Left him deceased/On that Donald Trump they wanna see a death certificate Spoof video, you wasn’t messing with Barack's Dougie No way can I be interested in corrupt politics Stomaching politicians with no morals Reiterating again I will never be a politician And despite my rundown of unjust riddles I still have very little interest for politics

Copyright © Senea Moody | Year Posted 2012

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Seeing for the first time

Today I saw her 
As if for the first time 
She had aged dramaticly 
Deep lines all over her face 
crippled and deformed she was now 
Barely clinging to life 
When once she was so beautiful 
So full of energy strength and perfectly 
Shape from head to toe 
I recall many complimenting her beauty 
I felt so proud
Yet now I felt a deep fearing pain in my heart 
Now I've  noticed how 
She looked tired and worn out 
As if she once fought many battles 
Yet won few  
Many scars she worn upon her skin deep and thick 
They were 
But not as many nor as deep as the ones
She wore unpon her heart
She had not always been good in her life 
Fallen to bad habits and bad decisions 
Selfish and cold hearted at one point 
I had spent many years angry at her and even 
Maybe a little hate 
But when I saw her today for the first time 
I heard criies so loud and it was my heart breaking 
I knew then I had always loved her 
And now in her old age sickened by her past choices 
Clinging to life 
yet knowing death peeks from around the corner 
I realized I shouldn't have wasted so much time 
Holding on to what cannot be changed 
I realized that precious moments will 
Never have another chance 
And I have lost them because of my own poor choices 
Now as I watch my mother slowly and painfully go 
I will be losing someone that is so dear to my heart 
That has shared more than half of my life
With me and there is no more time 
To show her how much I love her 
Now when I seen her for the first time 
I saw how precious she was to my heart 
I saw how much more I will be alone 
I saw one half of me being gone 
I saw just how much she meant.... 

Copyright © Carissa l Barriga | Year Posted 2016

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Hateher GodIhate her (by kimmy holmes, my daughter)

The things you say
you don't remember
I remember

you are evil ...
a whore
I can't believe what I've given up
for you

I hate you
I gave up MY LIFE for you
God I Hate you

Think we"ll make it????
I'm optimistic..................


God . I Hate....

Copyright © janetta harrington | Year Posted 2007

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Maranao Poem - Kawa sa tig o Digong

| Friday | 01 | July | 2016 | 05:12 AM
~ KaWa saTig o Digong
Ayday dingkadn kharaw?
A pangitk aya ingd
Na aya daging o Digong
Ko Kiyapangadap iyan
Ko myarangcom a ingd
Na Ayday kiyatabowan!
A kalalalongan iyo.
Kna a bolong ai
A zokho onta Kawasa
Ka oba makaOmplak
Na ibgay ko diGibon
A romororan sa Pura
A taman dn Manalangan
Ko Bangon a diniyan rk.
Na tapila kn ta Uzk
A malima-lima kiran
A isomaga Maganad
Na aya ranonta ko ig
A kararayaan a tao
Na ikakp a zurota
Ka obaka zalimbago.
Na bulongan ta so boNeg
A ipkhaLalong a dar
Na ditabo mandiLngan
Ka kawasaan so ingd
Na maLindg odiMara
Na langon makadampanas
Sa rondan o Pilimpinas.
Gowani a iroyn o
Makadmpas a Davao
A samaya iphamndg
Ko ikaTlo-ika nm
a idandg so Ruwaka
A Kalala-lungan o taw
Na inizaw izaw aTig.
Na dapn tanto thikna
Na lagid obabo Bnar
Ka kumi khn ta so Boneg
Na odika panizakay
A kyamotangka b’rg
Na maburokos kalilid
A minikh khntawai.
Paniyap ka ranon
ka kiyatokawan kapd!
a mindaganga a boneg
ka kaduratangka boneg?
a ngga-ganga ka a boneg
Na khdgn ka bono
a kaneg ka o phagingd.
~ dsr| khadaffy D. Mangondato

Copyright © Khadaffy D. Mangondato | Year Posted 2016

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The word liar is a part of life everyone knows

Every human has lied and the more they deny it the more it just grows,

Calling someone a liar is like the pot calling the kettle black

Be fore you say; you are a Liar and yes I said that

If you look in the mirror you will see a liar staring back,

I never have claimed that I have never lied before

Remember this we all have lied and that is something you can't ignore.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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Bloody Roses

You look cute,
but scream like a beast,
your sweet voice is in mute,
and your smile has deceased.
No longer in love,
afraid to be crushed again,
feelings in the mud,
countdown to ten,
to a nervous breakdown.
cut yourself to reduce pain,
but still feel the depression,
your tears are like rain,
your heart is full of regret.
Can no longer relate,
shattered the world of love that you've created,
only concentrate on hate,
on those who abused you.
A bloody rose looks harmless,
but it's filled with cruelty,
expect the unexpected,
from deadly beauty.

Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014

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sometimes i hate loving

sometimes true love ain't true
love flies on sphere with skies not blue
sometimes "i love you" means " i love your"
sometimes " i love you too" means "i am not sure"
we exposed as folly for treating love like fool
we repose holy love for the sake of love soo cool
sometimes "let's get married "means "lets share your inherits".
sometimes we see true love coming yet fail to prophesies true love
sometimes true love hurts those who truly cares.
sometimes true love denies those who says yes.
cruel rules those who fail to follow true love's rules
true love is rare we try to make it bare
we say true love good the moment we go nude.
sometimes true love in red sometimes it makes us blue
sometimes your love is many and her love is few
true love complicates cruel love dictate.
true love ruined us yet it is still our fate.

Copyright © Thapelo Kekana | Year Posted 2016