Best Detesting Poems
A Cup Runneth Over
His cup runneth over, yet he craves more
As flights of hubris on wings of greed soar,
Rich is the life of caviar and champagne,
Where ruthlessness wins his races in fast-lane
And nightmares roil semblance of sane;
His cup runneth over, yet he fills again.
Some sans much, assert they have enough,
Strengthened by love when times are rough;
Not so for the man, whose soul preens in vain,
When arrogance of ego commands his terrain
As flights of hubris on wings of greed soar;
His cup runneth over, yet he craves more.
Dreams he dreamt once, vacant still remain,
Benevolence of love never could he attain,
For illusory is glitter spurious gems feign
And love is just a mirage phony hearts reign
Whose rhythm never attains lyrical refrain;
His cup runneth over, yet he fills again.
Void of nothingness is driving him insane
While haughtiness tallies his ill-gotten gain,
Detesting ruthlessly woes of others’ pain,
Mocking their misery in contemptuous disdain
As flights of hubris on wings of greed soar;
His cup runneth over, yet he craves more.
July 24, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme: A Cup Runneth Over
Categories:
detesting, emotions, humanity, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Something beautiful, something ugly
Something beautiful trapped inside a black hole;
The monster is feeding and swallowing hope.
It’s swallowing souls as its fingers hold,
Us down by our throats and it will never let go.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
Someone to love, when fear has a grip on me.
Let it go and rise once more!
Kick down the exit door and once more feel the warmth.
Been cold so long, I have forgotten the heat,
As strangers meet;
They soon disappear and become a friend or a lover.
After walking alone down barren streets,
With no knowledge of what it is we should seek;
Until we find a love we have always needed to discover.
Something beautiful hidden beneath;
Something ugly, plain for all to see.
Give them all a remedy and allow them to see beauty.
Misery is surely ugly;
Bitterness seeks the incomplete.
Wondering how to become complete;
Lacking good will, detesting humanity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are human. Words are used without dignity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are all humane and we are at war with ourselves.
Destroy the fiend you call your friend;
Because when the time comes, they will offer you no help.
Something ugly, something beautiful;
The pain has been removed, so you can fly high now people.
Age is a thief; time is not your friend.
We are condemned to lose our beauty and become ugly in the end.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
detesting, age, beautiful, fear, friendship,
Form:
Bio
Hatred
horrible, hurtful
confronting, detesting, combating
disagreement, discord, harmony, concurrence
appeasing, adoring, pleasing
wonderful, caring
love
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/9/2017
Categories:
detesting, hate, love,
Form:
Diamante
I was the man of the house, the house all alone,
Alone in the hills of the crippled gum trees.
It was a hundred years old, an original, no heating nor cooling,
Cooked in summer and in winter we’d freeze.
My 6 foot step son, built like a tank, detesting me,
And, at 15, he never talked much.
He seemed socially wooden, no comprehension,
Pulling away from his own mother’s touch.
One day I returned after a day of fake proud,
Finding all of the windows shattered, smashed.
The doors were all splintered, punch marks in the walls,
Every room had been perfectly trashed.
This was the start of 8 months of hell,
Nothing I did changed his attitude, head space or his rage.
I was covered in petrol, attacked with a butcher’s knife and a chainsaw,
I was living chained to the side of a cage.
Why did I go through this for so long?
Because I loved the love of his mum.
But why did I care about this love so much?
Because my previous marriage had been numb.
And why did I not like feeling so numb?
I hated being a spectator and watching my peers.
I hated being a spectator, why? I asked,
I wanted to feel again through happiness and tears.
Yep, there’s other drama to domestic violence
For a topic not often talked about.
Of course he was doing meth and other drugs,
It was 24 hours later that he’d black out.
So I was nearly killed often and didn’t leave home,
For one very greedy and selfish ideal.
I loved the fear of pain and fear of suffering,
It was my angst, dread and horror that I’d feel.
Entered into "Reality" contest by Nayda Ivette Negron 6/17/2016, ranked First place
Categories:
detesting, abuse, drug, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Orb weavers begin with a single thread,
And then spins an orb of silk so fine.
A wondrous intricate design is weaved,
Resembling wheels with spokes throughout.
A spider's prey in sticky threads,
Twisting and turning to free itself.
To no avail, it's stuck within.
An exquisite web not only for food,
Effective at catching dewdrops too.
Strung like beads on bejeweled silken threads,
Glistening like diamonds, reflecting its light.
I'm a girlie girl you see,
Detesting all crawly things.
But one cannot, should not pass by
These amazing dew drop weaves.
An inspiration for a jewelry maker,
Wouldn't you agree?
Observe, if you would,
These orb weavers' creations
Tucked away in your garden
Or perhaps in your shed.
Categories:
detesting, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Killing the future, where is the humane values in that
poor soul your hate has an unusual way of trying to get of subject
How sad you are and evilly branding a person unjustly
firstly falsely accusing, says an awful lot about you as a person
defending the right to kill attacking is all you know
a bully of the worst kind
Your surname is not Irish firstly get that straight
I am from the tribes of the north
a true gale that holds the shamrock
this is the island of my ancestors, nothing racist about the truth
A hetrophobic attack detesting a real man
for none other than standing up for the innocent blood spilled
speaking the truth correctly cast not this fiction garbage
your attacking human life and I am a father
God be merciful to your soul I pray
because there is not a racist bone in my body
turn it which ever way you want to suit
half Irish supporting killing, says it all to me
Ripping little babies to pieces
take a long hard look in the mirror,
your ancestors would turn in their graves
I pity you with your branding irons
you really have no brain in this
life begins in the womb knowledge
has a funny way of separating opinions
what has religion got to do with it, nothing,
your beating a dead horse people can see whom you support
The dark side so filled with hate towards another human being
calling names amounts to your kind saying it kindly
if the law where doing their job properly,
you should be arrested for hurling hate and abuse
Mentally challenged talking about bottles
every word you have written, is documented evidence
we see your kind everyday attacking peaceful people
Every single word you have written comes from the fork of your beliefs
do not make a mockery of others this foolish behaviour,
because in the end your knees will bend,
you should be reported for hate speech
freedom has different values for some
Categories:
detesting, abortion, abuse, anti bullying,
Form:
Narrative
Harsh! The asphalt sac circumscribes my spirit
drowning the spectacle of sapphire ambiance
That whirls a blue crush over my suntanned face,
whose temples are rippling with shimmering grin
And ,merry bustling the spontaneous chills smothering
my qua-spirits yet spray a fiery furnace of detesting
Scandinavian epidermal whimpering over my incongruous
antics with the talismanic chemist ritualistically rebirthing
my vexed spirit chaffed away with enduring rejection of
a taciturn corps that writhed aggravatingly for it dresses
a being that is obvious of a race,say human identity....
Categories:
detesting, death,
Form:
Burlesque
"Now is the time of our comfort and plenty
These are the days we've been working for
Nothing can touch us and nothing can harm us
And nothing goes wrong anymore....
Take it back, don't let it die
Or rage against the falling night
'Cause I still do depend on you
Don't say those words, you wrung me through
It won't come again,
Cause love is the end"
-Love Is the End, by Keane
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Enter thus the spark once unknown
Brought to light by your beauty ever shown
In exile this wounded mind must lie
I exhale to Everest skies by and by
A relief ever festooned by your cunning calm
Listening to your voice like a severed psalm
I could never arrest you for the palm of your qualm
For I am ever befallen to the sight of your song
Hearts misgiven,
A soul heavy-ridden,
To heights only humbled in diffidence
Starts disheveled
Endings unsettled,
I crave the sweetness of your difference
For how had the stars been shining so bright,
To ever receive such a blistering light?
And why has my mind healed from the lies,
That used to curse these very skies?
In shame I smile and look into your eyes
Detesting the time that quickly flies,
Hating the ability to despise,
And waiting for love to cease the cries
Enter thus an Irresistible so warm
Releasing tingles, to trust—to form
I cry out to the never-ending scene
To cross the clouds of crystal gleam
Running my hands upon the nestled dream
Ever-laughing—hear them sing!
You are a most undeniable, endearing thing
So I impregnate the spark as our destiny’s wing
Categories:
detesting, adventure, beauty, deep, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Every room has four walls,
they may be high or low;
this prison represses my tenacious spirit
to take them down and run free!
Solitude can be powerful for some
to build up that sense of manly pride,
but inside the longing is strong
to embrace someone and go on!
I spent half of my life in deplorable solitude,
detesting my brother's bumptiousness...
seeing him through different lenses;
doubt can be as volatile as burning fire!
Regardless of how he may have seemed,
he had the same thick blood as I had,
the same temptations and imperfections;
I paid for my mistrust in him very dearly.
These sturdy walls restrain my ability
to overcome fear, how far is the outside world?
How intense is the desire to escape
from this desolation and finally breathe
the sweet air of freedom? Even the strongest
walls shouldn't discourage me from knocking
them down and set myself free!
How lovely is a sky without clouds
for someone that saw only rain!
Categories:
detesting, conflict, desire, fear, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
In the stillness of a clear summer eve
I gaze upon eternity's countless stars
Amazed at the vastness of space
Who am I on such a scale?
What is living life?
Where do I exist?
Why am I here?
When will we know?
When? when...
I exist for I live
Or do I?
Am I just a passing thought
A slight indigestion
A low wind
Of an bored dreamless Being?
Suffering from insomnia
From the constant murmurs
Of billions upon billions
Of tiny souls voicing prayers
Begging for mercy
Pleading for blessings
Asking for vengeance
Billions and billions of sounds
Twinkle into the heavens as stars
Disrupting tranquility
Disturbing balance
Destroying cosmic tones of harmony
Deluding truth
Detesting self guilt for forgiveness
When will we know?
I close my eyes and sigh
Blinking back at the twinkling of star dust
That spirals waves of light
Like beads of glass hope
Shattering into shards of broken visions
Stinging the sweat upon my face
With wisps of coolness of night's air
I sit up and stare back
At the greatness of space
When will we know... Happiness
When I was a little boy I grasped my sisters hands
When we would sing and dance in circles
When the day was done and evening was fun
When mom and dad would laugh together
When neighbors came over to visit
When friends joined the circle
When dogs would jump and bark with joy
When time was innocent and simple
When life was easy as a smile
When happiness visited us often
When we knew love by being loved
When we knew love ...
When we knew.
Categories:
detesting, happiness, introspection, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
In youth, I lived in gray
Gathering pearls, blood, and dust of those before me,
Straying beyond lines of black and white
Testing-Detesting- Spoonfed sweet lilac by society.
My roots twine deeply into the soil
Spreading different directions like a
Child's hand, showing five.
They coil around my restless heart
Striving- Reaching- Seeking
My soul struggles through the crusted earth
Clawing upward, sloughing layers of sweat and skin.
Then as the earth fractures, the bloom
Inches its way out, shedding the sheath and gasping air.
Finally- first breath- breathing- breaking through, and I weep.
The moon mocks my tears.
At first I am frozen- still- then a twitch-a sloth- I move.
I wander through the forest, but with shift and slant of sun
I am lost, and though it shines bright, it scoffs my fears.
Exhausted, I kneel by a crystal pool.
As my tear falls, the water circles outward,
Folding and unfolding. Fish nip at the distorted face
As it floats away in the rings. I watch through eyes of a fool.
But as days slip into years, I accept the pearls, blood, and dust.
And the sun unveils a place I had not sought...
A place no crow had called, no leaf had fell, no step had trod.
I gaze back into the pool and the circles now contract,
Slowly closing back to the core.
The glassy surface forms a thousand images...then just one.
Now I am in the wind's whisper, the lark's aria, the parentage of earth.
Now I challenge the moon, and polish the sun.
I laugh at its uncertainty as it ducks behind clouds.
Now- I dance above the horizon.
Categories:
detesting, change, character, culture, destiny,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I'm Level Headed
Electric
Magnetic
Eclectic
Expressions
Magnetic Connection
That Make Head Spins
Like A Exorcist
Using Fire As My Element
As It's Best Essence
Magnificent Aggression
Persistent To Contesting
Any Detesting What's Destined
Ambigous Reflection
Of My Extensive Complexion
Optimistic Stresses
Positive Settings
Inside My Mental Cortex Processing
Directing The Fetish Of My Successes
Majestic Or Impressive Beauty In Me Infested
Acceptance Is Your Confession
For Questioning My Excellence
They Digested Depressants
In Intestines
For Depression
Cause Of Accepting I'm Better
Categories:
detesting, encouraging, humorous, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Free verse
Down a jagged path she walks,
Upon a crooked lane, when
Something pulls at her arm,
Teasing her, horde of men.
She goes harassed, back to her house
In her little peaceful den
When what comes but to her mind--
That rowdy horde of men.
Now afraid, now detesting,
Now she feels surprise;
Sudden burst of anguish felt,
Suddenly she cries.
She recalls a shallow laugh,
Eyes full of shallow lust--
How life of shame was cast on her--
Each moment a disgust.
Shame she feels, but then those
That should be ones to cry,
Instead laugh and laugh again--
Drink their glasses dry.
Of shame, of angst or shame again
Shall this be her thing to dwell upon
She asks, and tries to figure out
"What if from hence I'm gone?"
Then she feels the coldest chill,
Running down her spine,
"Why must I ever give up myself
Or let go of what is mine?"
"Why must I be the one alway
To take this bitter pill?
Must not those that dole it out
Find too their fairer fill?"
Be that be and then I will
Hold myself my hand
A faintest breeze brushes past her,
She now will keep her stand...
Categories:
detesting, abuse, analogy, anger, angst,
Form:
Quatrain
Black is her obsession.
Consumed with jealousy.
Detesting those in white.
Because she'll never be.
White is for innocent,
Something she is not.
Black is her obsession,
Because it's all she's got.
-Katie Williams
8-22-15
Categories:
detesting, hurt, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel the scorn;
white lies, beneath,
alabaster, undaunted, cold.
Remaining unborn;
not to be reached,
entombing the windows to soul.
It is content;
head bowed in rage,
to drown in its own contention.
Intellect bent;
decorating cage,
comforts of creature's invention.
So; it's apparent,
echoes of crucial,
logic is stoic release.
Is it inherent;
questions for mutual
self destruction of peace?
Yet in the thunder;
I shall not quake,
promises hide in my smile.
Amusing to wonder;
the ways I could break,
solace for a little while.
Memories scream;
nightmares testify,
spirit is wired for sound.
Deep in this dream;
lost in the sky,
detesting the notion of ground.
Push; pull, tug,
caress, fight, hug,
labyrinths to navigate.
Droned incantations;
loud mute oblations,
whisper,"please salivate."
Still in the end;
my best brightest pleasure,
as geisha survives to kneel,
submission, the trend,
varnishing treasure,
slowly loses appeal.
Resistance; my flow,
it transcends this broken,
I fail to edit your pride.
So feel it grow;
misery unspoken,
replacing what I choose to hide.
Skin that is parched;
refusing to weep,
though blood drips from your crown.
I stretch to arch;
my wings while you sleep,
I'll die before laying them down....
Categories:
detesting, angst,
Form:
Rhyme