Best Despises Poems
What men want
Pretty, dangerous things
Things that smell sweet
Things that bite
Things that quicken their hearts
They think that’s what they want
Until they don’t
Until they lose what they have
Until they realize
Realize that appetites are dangerous
Appetites devour
Appetites destroy
What men want
Is to go home again
to be with a woman who loves them
A woman who respects them
A woman who adores them
But she no longer exists
She has seen his treachery
She sees what he lacks
She now despises him
What women want
He no longer possesses
Men search for heaven
While making their way to hell
Her fury aids him on his way.
Submitted to John Hamilton’s Free Verse contest.
Categories:
despises, addiction, angst, desire,
Form:
Free verse
No matter the darkness
and blackness of night
the sun always rises
to shine forth her light
And though there are some
who won't reach the dawn
from our hearts and our minds
they'll never be gone
And forever flowing,
this thing we call life
goes churning and turning
through goodness and strife
Despite gloomy detours
that take you off track
the sun always rises
to light your way back
The cycle continues
through pleasure and pain
as Nature employs
the drought and the rain
A nightmare unfolds
and afterwards, peace
One follows the other
The waves never cease
And another night comes
which the infant despises
yet the mother knows well
that the sun always rises
Mike Wise
2017
Categories:
despises, encouraging, hope, life, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
When hearts are enraged
by storms they cannot control
Violent actions may lead
to murder most foul
A heart filled with hate
will not hesitate
to kill those it despises
Life it will annihilate
Jealousy, that green eyed monster
Can turn brother against brother
As in the biblical story of Cain
Whose envy left his brother slain
Categories:
despises, death, murder,
Form:
Rhyme
Cheating
Cheating means you’re telling lies,
Women, Lousy Jack, despises,
But hurtful to a lover, is,
Finding out, not hers, but his.
Cheating means you’re telling lies,
Much worse than eating flies,
Be a man, she cries and cries, Be supportive too.
Cheating means you’re telling lies,
Not hard to analyize, the creeper,
Sneaking love so hot it fries, Lover, not the leaper.
Cheating means you’re telling lies,
Sometimes self, he does despise,
Feels so bad he inward cries, Sad girl is the weeper.
Sponsor Susan Burch
Contest Name Cheater Cheater
Categories:
despises, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Bullies are created from homes with larger bullies
Understanding them will not stop them
Logic will not change their upbringing
Loving them is difficult, you may be rebuffed.
It is sad they grew up thinking this is the way of the world.
Exceptions are out there, but many bullies retain their status
Society despises them and so do their neighbors
Categories:
despises, abuse, anti bullying,
Form:
Acrostic
Within these abandoned stone abbey walls
An old coffin can be seen on the site—
And strange sounds from the creatures of the night
Are heard echoing through the empty halls.
The vampire keeps sleeping until night falls—
Waiting for another victim to bite.
Once there is no longer any sunlight,
He awakes, and from his coffin he crawls.
Roaming the streets when the full moon rises,
He feeds on the blood of the innocent—
Then takes flight as a bat, flapping his wings.
Known as the Count that London despises,
From all his sins, he can never repent—
Closing his coffin as a church bell rings.
© 2020
Categories:
despises, england, halloween, london, night,
Form:
Sonnet
Behind the smile
She has the body you desire
Her presence an enigma
She lights up every room she enters
Fills it with charisma
Her smile is perfect, like her hair
She’s all you’d like to be
Somebody who has it all
Is the image that you see
Her body she despises
She battles with her mind
She hates the person that she is
To her beauty she is blind
She loathes the way she
Laughs out loud
The colour of her hair
She sees more imperfections
That really are not there
Her life seems so together
She’ll dance until she drops
She parties hard and pays her way
With every cork she pops
She travels to exotic shores
Filled with style and grace
Everyone admires her
And will recognise her face
She’s battled with an illness
Watched loved ones suffer too
She bares the scars that life has dealt
And struggles to get through
She’s felt the pain of grief and loss
Been bullied and betrayed
Wounded by a broken heart
Felt lonely and afraid
Don’t be fooled by your perception
Of how things seem to be
Everybody struggles
Disguising what you see
Learn how to avoid envy
To yourself be true
You won’t feel the need to criticise
If you’re satisfied with you
Tracie Heard 01/03/20
Categories:
despises, anti bullying, anxiety, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Patrick Star is quite an odd ole starfish.
Considering he’s a star, pointy, and bright pink.
The Krabby Patty is one of his favorite dish.
Bikini Bottom know that Patrick stink.
Only a job at the Chum Bucket and Krusty Krab.
Patrick loves to be with his friend SpongeBob.
He always go to Sandy’s to destroy her lab.
Patrick eat and chews on nasty pink gum blob.
Run to Squidward who despises yellow.
Patrick loves to fish at Jellyfish Fields.
Plankton find Patrick to be extremely slow.
Secretes from SpongeBob was very concealed.
Patrick Star does live under a brown rock.
Patrick Star will always give you an shock.
Categories:
despises, character, child, children, kids,
Form:
There's a monster in my closet.
It lurks around waiting for me
to sleep.
It peeks through the crack in
the door.
It's angry and dark.
It destroys what it does not like
and in the end it destroys me.
The monster is becoming
impatient.
Soon the closet doors will open
and it will release it's anger on
everything that has ever hurt
it.
But the monster knows if this
happens, it could end up
hurting itself.
My eyes flutter, trying to send
me to sleep.
But I hold my eyes open,
contemplating what would
happen if I let the monster
free.
Would that destroy it?
Or would I turn into the
monster?
Every night, me and the
monster have tea parties as I
let it slip into my mind only for
the night.
In the morning it returns to the
closet where I make it stay.
I remind myself not to open
the doors, I don't need to
change.
What I'm wearing is fine.
This outfit hides the monster
inside of the closet...
Every failure, every bad name,
every embarrassment I throw
on the monster.
The monster despises me.
Why can't I let this monster
free?
Only when I am alone I can let
the monster breathe for no one
is there to receive it's pain
except me.
I am alone with the monster.
The monster in my closet.
I hold back the monster.
I hold back the pain.
I hold back every tear and
every punch hoping it will go
away but it only makes the
monster stronger.
Will the monster ever go?
Will it ever be free?
Will it ever destroy me?
Or is it already destroying me?
Slowly.
Slowly.
Through the mind.
It lurks in the closet.
It peeks through the cracks.
Foreshadowing the monster's
RELEASE.
Categories:
despises, anger, dark, deep, pain,
Form:
Free verse
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
All Rights Reserved © Silpika Kalita
Categories:
despises, fate, fear, grief, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
Birds trilling, its 5am.'
Days end move, decided
Grit despises.) Fear inside.
Strength..' Calls for the testing
Many demands.. Unseen awaits..!
Categories:
despises, day,
Form:
Tanka
life favors the rich
and despises the poor
but if life's for all
then why not share
the bread equal
Categories:
despises, fairy, life,
Form:
Haiku
I can't copy and paste a quote and begin writing. My heart won't allow my pen to move. My soul says Lou that ain't you. Talk about anything, everything, about scriptures written in red, nothing at all, just let it be you, about you, involve you and her, all the thems you wanted back in the day, but since you were too shy they never gave you the time or a slap in the face. Write about how you've grown as a man, and how they see potential rising in you like soft dough placed in the hottest oven. Mouth watering metaphors as the Corona invites you to lower inhibitions and lay naked on the page. Fearless and unashamed. Dare any woman to close her eyes, ride these words to its final end. Let it sit there in between her something or other. Resting until heartbeats form. Something other than pastry is rising. It's the return of what she's been missing. Someone willing to please her before self acts selfishly. Here, is where I win. Not from parting is such sweet sorrow, but from every time you and I share hello. Every day you and I share some new meaning and uncover a new beginning. Exploring. Taking a look at the past in order to make sense of now. And here comes the revelation I've been waiting for, I don't write for them or you, it’s for her. Always shall be. I'm lucky enough that my soul has a front row seat to the things she brings out of me. Its ordained one woman shall forever change, be the demise and resurrection of one man. It's something that my soul despises but I'm drawn to her resolve all the same. Thoughts, feelings and flow captured on pages, hopefully one day gracing larger stages than just them, me, her and you. Maybe I'll create something Shakespearean, pen a quote someone else might be inspired to write about. We shall see, for the time being don't say goodbye to me.
Categories:
despises, writing,
Form:
Prose
Henrietta Tweedy
1886 – 1907
I was always taught that good news puts fat on the bones.
And I was taught by my strict Christian father
That before honor comes true humility.
I remember picking the Valencia’s one summer afternoon
And hearing him say
That the winners in life are the givers,
And that a foolish man always despises his mother.
And after services on Sundays,
I can still remember all of us congregated
In the sparse dining room
There on California Street,
Eating mother’s delectable starchy dinners
With my father in white starched shirt
Saying the “grace” before meals,
And ending the prayer, saying:
“A soothing tongue is a tree of life.”
I loved life and I loved God.
And that is all I can say
Here in my lonely grave.
Except,
Roscoe Settle was a thief.
He was the thief of my heart and of my soul.
He was the only one for me.
And I was the only one for him
And that’s the God’s honest truth.
We met on a Thursday evening at dusk in 1904
And his lips found my lips
His blue gentle eyes healed my spiritual blindness
Like Christ by the well
When he met her,
The thirsty woman from Samaria.
And I saw him on the road to Montebello Heights that long ago day
And little did I know it then,
That would be the last time
I was to see Roscoe Settle alive.
Pray for me all kindred souls of the day.
Pray for me as I set loose the atoms
Of a million milliseconds of human time.
Life demands nothing from us
Except,
To die.
It is the ultimate act of humility.
It is the ultimate act of final humanity.
And I am truly honored now
As the worms greedily gnaw
Upon the fat of my bones.
Categories:
despises, death,
Form:
Epitaph
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
against the western wind; he will certainly mourn Piraeus,
and with sorrow-striken eyes, he'll invoke Poseidon.
Then he'll depart carrying the long hunting horn.
The small vessel will hold out and he won't fear waves,
but he laughs at Ares--who despises all kinds of irony.
Occasional gusts soothe the skin on his noble face,
unwrinkled and unrugged. Spring water should
quench his dry tongue; it's too warm and tasteless.
Stored in a huge amphora which depicts faces
of gods and warriors engaged in warfare,
it has the same warmth of the sweat that drips
from his hot forehead that has turned red.
Ahead, wisps of fog arise--an imagery whale.
Beyond there are perils and certain delights;
thoughts of danger will perturb him, thoughts
of discovery will enthrall him. He will be experiencing
them on his voyage--what he desires is smooth sailing.
He has heard of sirens and cyclops,
of fertile valleys and fields of yellow wheat;
of buffalos that roam, of goats and sheep that bleat.
How amazed he will be to find rocks
to build the New City*on that pristine shore--
he will declare his Queen sitting in the marble throne!
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
to escape Achille's curse; he refuses to hide in the wooden horse,
he will never return to Greece. Athens and Sparta will not fight
with swords and arrows; their grand plan is to win war by deceit.
Cleverness will defeat the Trojans. Only Helena foresees the worse;
they don't heed her words--Troy will fall to the enemy.
* The New City: Neapolis ( Naples ).
Categories:
despises, character, city, conflict, courage,
Form:
Rhyme