Best Disdain Poems

"Goodness is like hate
Both grow from seeds"
- Arthur Vaso

I kneel on you
Red earth
like the blood
flowing
in your veins

Blue cold as 
your eyes
Beautiful
and skipping
Like dragonflies
on water
and lilies

I am frozen
In your disdain
Diminished 
In your contempt

Beneath my
withered hand
Thump thump
of your heart

Whistles soft
as a breeze
to thaw
my starved lungs

I dig a...

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To stay right on one opinion, all must belong
deviations and differences no matter how logical, stay wrong.

Socializing with others is a forceful and noisy drag
integrating is impossible, rather prefer to be an isolated bag.

Based on accent, appearances and names to others, these men treat
the societal...

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Villanelle : Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris

Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
Vesuvius sank isle strung duckweed in Mid-Sea
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis 

Tough talk across Atlantic makes Olympus hiss
Triumphant magnate tandem with pale Yin on knee
Those...

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swollen waif implores
disappointment stands firm
strangers welcome babe...

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He who question's
    His own Soul
Thus, relinquish
    To the deep
      -- And -
   All that is Holy
He is not Holy, merely
        Incomplete
   ...

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PAIN I DISDAIN MADE PLAIN

Upon a road of crooked adventure ventured I
With my words flowing from the forest to the naked plain
Two statesmen and one stately lady censured I
Claiming, perhaps correctly, that I was inane 

Upon a street that wound around a town I wound...

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Villanelle: Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain

   Life is an arrow stuck in the flesh - ask not WHY nor WHEREFROM, made of WHAT nor HOW 
just tend to the wound.
          ...

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I must confess unmitigated disdain
For those allowing jealousy a place,
An emotion from which I abstain
I must confess unmitigated disdain,
My brain simply will not sustain
This drain upon my cerebral space,
I must confess unmitigated disdain
For those allowing jealousy a place.

Written September 2, 2022...

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They are packaged neatly in this form for you
Just so you know I disdain it, this form you choose
Forever keeps me guessing at how I'll lose
Guess on says you, guess again says I, cause 

Weakness betrays this poet, and it betrays the
Exhibitors of kindness. ...

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Villanelle: Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain

Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain
No Lawrence outsider sups with wooden spoon
Don’t bitter gruel course through low coolie-lines vein

One thing’s to espouse the cause of mighty swain
Another to champion masses without boon
Break not...

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Oh the venom on these lips
cold fury should you
taste it there.  Drink
deep my gathering gloom
quench your thirst for
my lies and my truths
and my muted thoughts.

Stand still frozen dead
in pools of wonder and
dread for this poison
that seeps into your
pores will not soon
leave the haunted spaces
your...

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This is dedicated 
To this girl 
Her eyes told a mysterious story that exposed her danger
But my sixth sense was overpowered by the hearts need to love
a stranger
The perfect dime to my ninety which completes me entirely
This. . . 
Girl
Was a gift from the universe, filled...

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Two ravens in the summer dusk
Were, back and forth, debating
From two phone poles, loud and brusque
They kept deliberating

When one gave their rebuttal
The other answered back
But far be it from the kettle
To call the raven black

And while I stood observing
They looked at me askance
A creature undeserving
Of...

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Loving math is hard to do
for almost everyone.
It’s hard to keep your focus
on the problem ‘till it’s done.

But "practice makes it easier"
is something few will learn;
getting to be good at math
is something you must earn.

It’s hard and makes you concentrate
and takes a lot of time,
but...

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There didn’t have to
be a reason
no one thing
no trigger
it was always boiling
just beneath the surface
always.

It could have been
the number of soldiers
lying empty on the desk
next to the ashtray.
You know the one
the one that left
the two scars
the one into which you
stamped  your  anger
hostility
hopelessness.

I could...

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