Best Despise Poems
contained within crooked pages lies the secret of happiness its a secret noone will ever
find though because the world would fracture into infinite equations quasars would
eviscerate limbs and render human speech impossible which would be catastrophic in the
grand scheme of things i only wish to last forever or maybe for what i write to outlive me
somehow even though im not exactly keats or yeats to be recognised in multiple dimensions
and by multiple personality disorders of the same fictious person would be somehow
endearing albeit somewhat scary and improbable momentous thoughts tend to surround us when
we least expect them to but be it writing a terrible poem about a daffodil or being
punched in the face or travelling through wormholes of improbability at seventeen thousand
times the speed of light at the end of the day when all is done and said humanity is rubbish
Arrogance fostered by entitlement
Bigotry in all its forms
Conceit beyond all reasonable norms
Demanding attitude of deferment.
Entitlement, did I mention this?
Forgetting an appointment, indeed
Goofing off on an hourly-wage job
Hearing a disapproving sarcastic hiss.
Intelligence wasted in a trivial pursuit
Junk mail! Junk mail! Junk mail!
Keeping a secret to thwart the police,
Lying to cover up a just lawsuit.
Making fun of another’s creed
Not owning up to a nasty deed.
Openly betraying a friend’s confidence
Pretending coming to another’s defense.
Quitting, leaving a job undone,
Relishing when someone is hurting,
Speaking a lie when you know the truth
Taking what isn’t yours, it’s stealing
Undermining another’s position,
Violating an avowed code of ethics
Withholding some valuable information.
X-rays indicating I have the disease
Young puppies all covered with fleas,
Zealots … spare me, O God, please!
written February 8, 2022
It’s pure as fresh snow
and as pale as a ghost.
It’s the shade on the light spectrum
that I loathe the most.
A beluga whale, the milky moon
and the aftermath of bleach
and all my body’s hidden places
just out of the sun’s reach.
It lies on unlined paper
and rests on decaying bones.
On a virginal wedding dress
in the trash, it should be thrown.
A fluffy marshmallow,
billowy clouds and certain rice
just add them to the growing list
of the hue that fails to entice.
I can’t stress this sentiment enough
this tint is truly beastly.
On baby powder, salt, and mayo,
the color white is not for me.
*I wrote this poem on April 6, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 6 and the prompt was: Write a poem inspired by a color. It’s pretty obvious what color I choose from reading my poem, but if you are still stumped after you finish, reread the last line. Thanks, and as always, leave me some love.
I can’t digest it, but I must,
forced to the stepped on and spat on,
my ideals and my thoughts
I see no great dawn,
only the darkness of rage
- accept it I must,
captive in my cage
NO! – accept it I’ll not!
I’ll not live in a cage,
nor will I fear the darkness of rage
nor be stepped on
or spat on or worse,
my pride a gift or maybe a curse
I despise, it I hate it
It hates me back,
these thoughts and ideals,
which ones do I trust?
I despise it I do,
but digest it I must
I RECKON I DESPISE WHEN I COME SECOND
You have no idea how much it hurts when insult comes to beckon
and I realize that no matter what my wishes always come second
there's always a pillar of doubt standing in the way of my devotion
and you are playing with a man with a raw emotion
I ask you to do something but something comes first
and nothing I can think of can feel any worse
knowing that someone comes before me
and it happens repeatedly
I don't ask much, at least that's my belief
and the way you treat me brings nothing but grief
when you need something done I drop everything in favor of you
and i'm tired of the selfish things you do
I could be anxious to have you listen to me
but someone else has you do something benevolently
forget the notion that you should consider my need before all involved
and this is a problem that may never be solved
you can't imagine how badly it makes me feel
when you say “don't worry, it's no big deal”
well to me it's major and I'm tired of being shoved aside
it's a notion this storm of a man can no longer abide
© 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Here comes one of those super confident drones, Elephant.
What does he want? Or should I ask who does he want?
He had better not even try to talk to me.
I get my corbicula and leave quickly, as you see.
The queen is short, he is yelling. Only a thousand eggs today!
That could mean death to the old girl; I don’t care in any way.
She has never been friendly to me, so I push off and fly.
Don’t you want to know what happened? Do you want to know why?
We worker bees despise these super confident drones, the men.
It is better in the winter, because they don’t last long then.
But in the summer our life span is five times longer, I am afraid.
I ignore him completely, trying to not fly into any fern or shade.
Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Bee Creative
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Do Despise
What is it we should surmise
Those who terrorize
Do despise
May be many ties
Along with their alibis.
Terrorist does this define
Were they out of line
Sun does shine
In position so supine
Do much so they can unwind.
Have heard that the prognosis
Has been pretty precocious
Atrocious
And preposterous
End of what can add to this.
This is a Seven Fife Three Five
Seven format.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Beloved, they will hate you with jealous hearts
and try to destroy you from off the earth.
They will hurl their insults and lies like darts,
denying your special place and your worth.
From your unlikely lineage I came,
(small in number, but never defeated)
to bear the world's burden of sin and shame.
As they treated me, so you will be treated.
Apple of my eye, they will despise you.
The whole world will stand in opposition,
but with my might I will protect you,
and they will marvel at your secure position.
Those who try to destroy you will perish,
but those who bless you, I will also bless.
My chosen great nation, whom I cherish,
by you, the whole world will know and confess.
With trembling, all will know that I am
the One who reigns upon the throne,
the God of Jacob, Isaac, and Abraham.
who saves the lowly and knows His own.
Zechariah 12:3
3 And in that day will I make Jerusalem a burdensome stone for all people: all that burden themselves with it shall be cut in pieces, though all the people of the earth be gathered together against it.
Genesis 12:2-3
And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing:
And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.
1/22/2020
Why can't you see you're not the one for me
With what you bring
You always make my heart sing
So why are you always pulling on my heartstrings
Try as I might my life is always taking flight
I can't Just stay and fight
Because I know in my heart it's just not right
Baby, you want to make all these rules
I am way too old school
Please just let me go
This is the only way I can grow
We both know this was not meant to be
Oh baby why can't you see
You're not the one for me
Our love was hit and miss
For me so empty without bliss
There is no way I will ever miss any of this
Please let me go so I will be able to grow
Next time you might want to go slow
You're into much of a hurry to steal the show
That just makes everything go blurry
So don't spend much time with worry
If you have to ask yourself why
Then try to remember it's best not to lie
I could tell by the way you hung your eyes
You told your fair share of what I despise
We are only giving this one try
Unable to compromise
You would rather hide behind that fake disguise
Baby, I am way to wise
How I know this cuts you down to size
Try as I might I'm not always right
Why can't you see your not the one for me
I'm walking away now I am free
That's just the way it has to be
For a guy like me
Oh, baby, it's all over can't you see
We don't want to live our lives in misery
How very much I do despise,
The tyranny of fear and lies!
That’s thrown at each others throats.
Like rabid, heartless billy-goats!
A stench-filled world, where morality
no longer exists.
The only things honored are thugs
and fists.
Where you are censored, if you do not
follow the crowd.
With their hooves they will stomp you,
If you dare sing your own song
Where Jackbutts on TV, bray everyday.
Filling our hearts with hopeless, idiotic dismay.
Threats against all freedoms are du jour.
As mindless billy goats do cheer and concur.
Idiotic mandates are freedom's foe.
From a mindless loon in the White House, an
unintelligible schmoe, named Joe!!
9/18/2021
How very much I do despise,
The tyranny of fear and lies.
That throws us at each others throats.
Like rabid, heartless billy-goats.
A stench-filled world, where morality
no longer exists.
The only things honored are thugs
and fists.
Where you are censored, if you do not
follow the crowd.
With their hooves they will stomp you,
If you dare sing your own song
Where jackasses on TV, bray everyday.
Filling our hearts with hopeless, idiotic dismay.
Threats against all freedoms are du jour.
As mindless billy goats do cheer and concur.
Idiotic mandates are freedom's foe.
From a mindless loon in the White House, an
unintelligible schmoe, named Joe?
9/19/21
Despise not any life, for no matter how humble its origin may be, still it is by God sanctified!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
23 June 2016
Your words are wax.
Melting out of my head.
I'll never forget what you said.
This is not what I intended.
You stomped on my heart.
You stabbed me with a blade so sharp.
I'm not falling for it this time.
Your lies.
You've become everything I despise.
Are you offended by my Careless word
Do I Despise
Paradoxes of Similes and Adjectives of the Absurd
Can you not stand,the Meaning of my simple Word
Dressed rather plainly
Upfront in what I have seen or ,perhaps, Heard
Children can understand
the Ravings of a Man
Sensing his Plight and the Demons he fights
To the old and Wicked teens
He is no more or less but a Pint against Despot Machines
Do you Care,my Friend
If the words you might say
May easily offend
The status Quo of the Decadent
For they would consider you
Dirty and indecent
Pinacles
Highs
Lows
In-between
We have all been down there
uttering Lunacies too Damnable to Share
Let me repeat this once again,then
Do I truly Despise
Because I am not made by the image that you have made
Simple and Charming
Nebbish,
not so much Tall
And what I offer or Present
is certain to irritate the Strong
God did not made me as a Chippondale
Tom Selleck
or Clint Eastwood for the Establishment Male
Women find,
that a small man is average and in Mind
I am rather Short and my stature is for the Blind
The World,today..is a Billion Macho Men
They,too,despise me
So what good does Living do Me,then
Even as I continue to ask these Questions
This Sunday Night Movie of the week
THE LITTLE MAN ON HIS EMBARRASSING STEP STOOL continues
Being with you made me hate love ,for i was the happiest with you .
With you i knew no pain like grape vines together we grew .
your eyes like the sky itself,which set my heart ablaze .
Truly this was love in it's prime my wonder years, the golden age .