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LOVING HATE
by Name Forsakes Me, The
They hate, love
by Ayesha, Noorulain
WHY HATE
by Enriquez, Leon
I hate love
by Moses, Romeo
I love to hate 9-11
by Deo, Anil
If Only I Could Hate You
by Teagan, Becca
The Propagation Of Hate
by harris, matthew
hate
by duff, denise
The Joy of Hate
by Bdosa, Vee
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“Peace I leave with you
my peace I give you
I do not give to you as the world gives
Do not let your hearts be troubled
do not be afraid” (John 14:27)
But I am scared
Blood runs down streets
Hatred, rage, violence dance
In a chaotic frenzy performance
of evil malice . . .
What do your words mean?
Are they void – empty promises?
Where is the peace in deafening explosions?
In the cacophony of rapid gun fire?
Screams of horror?
Tears of death???
“I am the resurrection and the life
The one who believes in me will live
even though they die
and whoever lives by believing in me will never die
Do you believe this?” John 25:26
Yes, I want too . . .
But fear creeps around my heart
Its cancerous fibers sinking deep – choking me
Doubts greet me in the morning
Panic sleeps in my bed
I am weak
Hear my cries of desperation
“Be strong and courageous
Do not be afraid
do not be discouraged
for the Lord your God will be with you
wherever you go” (Joshua 1:9)
Stay close – fill me
I cannot see –
Darkness surrounds me
Death, destruction, desecration, depression
Blood, bitterness, bile, blight
“I have come into the world as a light
so that no one who believes in me
should stay in darkness
If anyone hears my words but does not keep them
I do not judge that person
For I did not come to judge the world
but to save the world” (John 12:46-47)
I cannot begin to fathom this
How great is this love
Forgiveness over revenge
Peace over violence
Life over death
Love over hate
Help me I pray
“A new command I give you
Love one another
As I have loved you
so you must love one another” (John 13:34)
Love one another . . .
David Meade
11/18/2015
Love Generously
Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2015
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Streets of blood
She stood upon the terrace high
streets of blood below
The gate left open in the night,
a dark sky threatens snow
With swine and pearls running free
her bed sheets fought the wind
A tear drop fell her worried eyes
at hate now once again
Of drawbridge wars in endless fight
to stones of castle keep
A single rose a’ bloom this dawn
as mothers come to weep
For sons of father’s destined fall,
these followed footsteps bare
Along the streets so narrow, long,
where death becomes aware
“Enough!” she shouted far and wide
“This fighting now shall end”
“Take your swords and hateful spite,
do not return again”
And lifting high her amulet
upon a staff of wood
She chanted as the stone did glow
this morning where she stood
“Of peace, let all be felt this hour
Thy breath of saddened greed
Be gone, be gone, oh beast of war
No longer doth thou feed
Ye shadows o’er a nightfall mist
Lest blood befall your hand
Beyond this tree lined sacred place
Be gone from this our land”
When then a mighty wave did flow,
the streets were cleansed of fear
And there beyond horizons call
the sunrise did appear
And where once sat a single rose,
one thousand buds did grow
Of crimson red and silken gold,
the sweetest fragrance flow
Mothers hugged their children close
as loudly trumpets blared
The bloodied streets now white with snow
and love by all was shared
But there within the canyons lurked
cast eyes of beaded red
“I shall return to take this place
O’ ye who think me dead”
“To once more fill yon streets with blood
of this ye can believe
No matter what the masses want,
know this, I shall not leave”
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
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**Back smile/smile Back **
With your heads way up your :]ssa[:
You will never accomplish the win
I got shots that will protect me from your rabid ways
After you fell into a non-stop falling disease,
Your movements weakened
Straight from a dried up well,
Every day you frolic in a disorder that causes more brain damage
With progressive mental retardation
You continue to lick the top of your cleft lips
He is the saddest sadist human that ever lived!
So sad he has to live with himself every night
Kissing his young ones Goodnight
In ways I can't even breathe to tell
The way he follows rabbits down the bunny hole
Killing each laughing hare
Wiping smiles, leaning in,
The madness in Alice's Wonderland
Madder and Madder The Hatter
Revealing
Your boldness is nothing more than baldness
A man in a monkey suit
Molesting the minds of his idiotic circle,
Trying to kill the joy, not knowing
We don't care about his false Harvard WAY
I rather stay here dropping out, than pretending
Following his made-up perception, a cropped out waste
His taste, my best copypaste, he jacked on
A stench, they left behind when open mouths laugh
He educates by attacking women better than his own
Silently to the top of his knife, he stalks nakedly
Removing a few poems he plagiarized
His Poorness, brought many to donate to the salvation of his army
Sadness Delivered by the Joy Killing Poet and his little pigs
Cross My heart and hope to die!!!
~SKAT~
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014
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I tracked along a silver trail
carved out from Earthly dust
by rays persistent in the dark
and midnight wanderlust.
It led me to a bubbling fount
of sulfurous mud and tar;
whereupon I chanced a glimpse
and found a fallen star.
An ancient from celestial realms
ensnared terrestrially
dimly glowing in the murk
I heard it sing to me:
Sojourner of the moonlit way
I sense thy beating heart
I’ve travelled from infinity
now hearken ere you part.
You roam upon this infant orb,
you draw from it thy life,
but I sense greed and evil scorn
and no land void of strife.
I beg you tell me how it came
that creatures such as thee
have found such hatred in thy souls
to punish endlessly.
It’s not so bad, I said out loud
we know of love as well…
as to the fate of mother Earth
I simply can’t foretell.
The ground beneath my weary feet
gave way to empty space
then all around me in the void
I saw the human race.
Starving children, ill and gaunt
were kicked by wing-tipped shoes.
Females ranging every clime
in silence nursed abuse.
In darkness men were plotting war
in light their banners raised
it mattered not which way I looked
some evil met my gaze.
Make it stop, I beg you please!
Why poison thou my mind?
What can I do to stop all this,
is no good left to find?
Sojourner of the moonlit way
I sense thy beating heart
I’ve travelled from infinity
now hearken ere you part.
You roam upon this infant orb,
you draw from it thy life,
and though you’re one of many men
love in thy chest is rife.
You must return to whence you came
you must confer abroad
the goodness that within thee burns
seek first to serve the flawed.
Think on the vast expanse of space
so empty, dark and cold…
and how despite the hopeless cause
star-light you still behold.
So too might thou, if you’ll but try
endure this awful plight
for in the vast expanse of hate
love is thy shining light.
07/16/15
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY
See what you want to see
Don't Look at me!
You are staring you are watching;
Eat what you can't be
Come sleep by my side
The whole world is our playground
Don't make a sound
Stop clowning around
In the mist of the night,
You keep me from crying
I wipe off the taste of your lips
You kiss me starting at my inner hips
You broke me in a way..
I hate to say your love is better every day
I deny you, the one thing I can't say
You are my pillow
Where I rest my legs,
Can you feel me~
This moment feels right
I just want to die here,
Die here ~
Die here by your side
I sleep with my eyes wide open,
I sleep with the enemy by my side
Come here and hold me
After you watched my worlds collide
Come here and love me
I'm yours till the end of time
You can rock me!
Under the moon and its rhyme
I put it all to a side, how I hate you inside
I can't let go
I just want you to know
I'm a fool in love with you
Even if it doesn't show!
~SKAT~
12- 7- 10
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011
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Hey you
Don't let hate dominate.
Let love sate - animate
With the pain in your heart.
Set it free from the start.
Let it go, let it part.
An ugly form of art.
That don't make you look too smart.
In the realms of sacred humanity
Hate is regarded as insanity
Hypocritical cries are your disguise.
Judgemental eyes lead to your demise.
There's no prize for those who like to despise.
When sweet little lies become your allies
in sinful ties, your ego will baptise.
To love is wise, let it be your franchise.
Love thy neighbour that's what holy books teach.
But when they sin they turn the other cheek.
Surely they should practice what they preach?
Let love create rainbows in their speech.
I understand the eyes can go blind
when anger starts to confuse the mind
Remember Socrates's test;
three filters to consider are best.
Heavenly guides from high above,
encourage to plant seeds of love.
Sow, sow, sow, you can't go wrong.
Just like they sing in that song:
"Every woman every man
Join the caravan of love
(Stand up) stand up
Stand up
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love
(Stand up) stand up
Stand up
I'm your brother
I'm your brother don't you know
She's my sister
She's my sister don't you know
We'll be living in a world of peace
And the day when everyone is free
We'll bring the young and the old
Won't you let your love flow, from your heart."
12 November 2017
Lyrics are from Housemartin's song: caravan of love
A timely reminder
Once upon a time an old man spread rumors
that his neighbor was a thief.
As a result, the young man was arrested.
Days later the young man was proven innocent.
After being released he sued the old man for
wrongly accusing him. In court the old man told the Judge : They were
just comments, didn't harm anyone..
The judge, before passing sentence on the case,
told the old man : Write all the things you said
about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up and
on the way home, throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.
The next day, the judge told the old man : Before
receiving the sentence, you will have to go out
and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday.
The old man said : I can't do that ! The wind
spread them and I won't know where to find them.
The judge then replied : The same way, simple comments may destroy the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it. "If you can't speak well of someone, rather don't say anything.
" Let's all be masters of our mouths, so that we
won't be slaves of our words."
“Gossips are worse than thieves because they steal another person’s dignity, honour, reputation and credibility which are impossible to restore. So remember this: when your feet slip, you can always recover your balance but when your tongue slips, you can never recover your words!”
Author unkown
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017
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Bastille
Many years ago
They stormed the Bastille
Two hundred and one lost their lives
The tennis court oath however survived
Jacques had his heart with the masses
Necker could not be dismissed so easily
The storming of the Bastille was to be
The birth of a nation for all men free
And free men they were
Running naked through the streets
What they lacked in cake
The made up with in red wine
The Republique was born
A democracy in infancy
Would grow through trials and tribulations
To become a multicultural great nation
Lone angry men filled with such hate
I welcome you to Bastilles’ gate
Of medieval prisons long ago
It is there, you I shall throw
You kill in the name of a God
A God you do not know
Love has escaped from your very soul
Only hate tarnishes your bitter heart
The ghosts of Bastille are mocking
The coward who is filled with such animosity
There never shall be an escape
The soul of the dead shall eternally taunt you
A criminal with no compassion
You have only given us our determination
To battle for the peace of this great nation
You bring us tears; alas we shall turn them to wine
Naked through the streets we shall always dance!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
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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 exist in the first place.
Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014
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YOU
Your
Uncaring eyes
Push me
Repulsively
Praise me down
In a pit of abysmal.
Your balance ego
Keeps me on the void
Painted walls
Hidden truth
Take heed
While I,
Twitch
Bitter
Words
Of yuck
Behind your back.
~*~
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013
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America the Free ~ America the Brave ~
Freedom with price Capitalism attacked
the many taken hearts broken still
one World try to rebuild
sadness and tears fall hard with fears
guilt by association many accused still
souls evaporated shattered dreams
tears fall on innocence left with anger
The proud fearless knew the inevitable
policeman fireman many lives lost
grieving does not stop 12 years later
New York city once proud & shameless
refusing to let fears in protecting ours
left in shock still question's unanswered
nothing learned nothing gained
ready to attack many left behind
anger greets denial anger meets rage
unacceptable still refusing new love
wanting days to rewind let us go back in time
acceptance allowing the victims leave in peace
the brave taken young leaving us sadly old
haunting dreams lost spirits dwell
no answers to hate never forgetting that day
Evil entered suddenly unforgiving fate
entering our City we stand with the fallen
How to fix how do we Change
This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
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I am strong
You may simply disregard me
with your arrogant throng
You may treat me with disrespect
I'm still here, I am strong
Why don't you like it when I succeed?
Why can't you be happy for me?
I walk on air, confidently
so, foot loose and fancy free
Just like hope and like faith
and the sureness of birdsong
I know where I belong...
I am strong
Did you want me to be shaking
so scared and all alone?
Feeling lost and so abandoned
with nowhere to call my home?
Does my happiness distress you?
Does it make you feel upset?
That I'm at peace lovin' myself
Livin' life without regret?
You may shred me with sarcasm
You can say I don't belong
You can hate me with your jealousy
But still, like iron, I'm strong
Does my confidence disturb you?
Can you not visualize?
That my words are captivating
and the crowds they mesmerize?
From ancestral farmers sowing seed
I am strong
From hardy men of faith who believed
I am strong
I'm a true wordsmith, spinning words so true
weaving and knitting, as true poets do.
Never giving in to fear or to doubt
I am strong
I know what the love of God is about
I am strong
Building on the faith my forefathers had
I encourage the weak, make their hearts glad
I'm strong
I'm strong
I'm strong
John Derek Hamilton
August 17,2016
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
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Islam is non merciful
Islam is about repressive means
Islam has no heart
Over and over this chant shall start
For when we close our eyes
For when we judge our fellow man
Chants may bring us comfort
However false is the ringing of the rant
Men of terror may fly their black flags
Claiming a merciful god orders them to kill
al-Shabab reads no holy books, be sure of this
At reckoning they will be omitted from Allah’s bliss
So let us now pay tribute and honor
Let us hold a tissue for a tear so well deserved
The blood of Islamic hearts shall surely open your eyes
As I myself bow, in despair at a humble mans demise
That day, both miraculous and tragic
Salah Farah, a kind man, now a hero
His Muslim brothers became the strong and the brave
For they followed the true teachings of Islam
Salah Farah has passed on from Gods bountiful earth
A Muslim of brave heart and generous soul
He stood up for the love of his teachings
No man he claimed, should defile his fellow man
As terrorists point their rifles
At Christians shivering in fear
Salah Farah and his Muslim brothers
Stood firm with all of humanity dear
Salah Farah proclaimed “we are all brothers”
Let us do no harm
Let Muslims protect Christians
Let Christians protect Muslims
For we are one, no matter religion
No matter destiny, we must all hold true
To the values of compassion and love
As every Muslim that day, stood ready die
I proclaim, Salah Farah flew the flag of hope
His brothers choose love over death
The all Merciful’s eyes too had tears
His flock of disciples saw his message clear
Teaching
Mercy
Love
Compassion
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
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Revenge sweet turning with hate
a brother rises striking blows
landing hits brother in wicked deeds
evilness within mans own soul
Cruelty crawling inside desires
suffering greed of nations they plea
Rise up against nations man at war
tearing asunder God's creation
People slowly murdering loveless
Pride a sinful act of violence
laced with pain destroying pure love
everything that once stood out housed peace
so fine cut beautiful, good sharing
caring free, in this one, big show rolls
Keeps turning, the wheel of hope
whom will speak, as we all become part
of his heavenly dust in the end
or burning remains of hell's fire
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
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oh, let me tell you a twisted tale . . .
of robin hood and a merry band of followers
but my story does not take place in folklore but in reality
todays story is of an archer, a person skilled with swords and words
skilled in disguise, taking many false faces
and like robin hood of ancient tales, draped in green but this green is jealousy
like the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together
blanketed in secrecy, having no moral compass to guide the evil
oh the hate is a cancer on my poems and beautiful words
my poetry a garden ravaged by this outlaw with a sharp arrow
devious, crafty, sly, calculating, deceitful, fake, scheming, shifty
we know each false disguise you hide behind
every fraudulent name and game
oh, back to the story . .
lets raise the curtain to this ancient tale
this robin hood and a merry band of followers
pretend to be good and kind but shoot arrows
trying to murder my words
from dark hidden places, mingling joyfully
shifty and crooked, shady but quite artful in ways of destruction
a shining star shaped shield of silliness
the way is dangerous in this spider web of lies
bloods seeps from my broken heart like red tears
leaf-strewn gales utter low wails like violins on my murdered poems
robin hood and the merry band of followers
spit them out like stones
and when I read their words, the words squirm like snakes
robin hood of ancient lore stole from the rich to give to the poor
this robin hood steals our poetic muse
not quite the hero of old
but be assured your swords and sharp arrows are nothing to me
because my poems will sail like swans on quiet waters long after you
are burning down below for your deceitful ways
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January 21, 2016
Free Verse
For the contest, Twisted Robin Hood
Sponsor, C.T.
Third Place
Copyright © Broken Wings- Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016
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All That Refuse To See
Your ears shut wide eyes up tight
a menagerie sits in absent light
Time and reason are out of sight
stonecold now is courage's might!
Your eyes embrace a newfound cave
even logic can not your mind save
in blindness you are now a slave
treading a path to shallow grave!
Your screams raise no great alarm
dead plants harvest on your farm
No more shall love be your charm
chained legs match each dead arm!
Your last days filled with cries
fruits set onto your many lies
Dark clouds moan in your skies
Heart rots as soul slowly dies!
Your death was an incoming tide
bled from arrogant false pride
Fait accompli no man can hide
none succeed, many have tried!
Robert Lindley
01, 23, 1979
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
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for days he follows a man dressed in black eyes fathomless pools
I feel his yearning his hunger and I am smitten curious
dreading him yet he enthralls me to surrender-
confusion fear overwhelms me he is breathing oh desire
in his room whispering my name . . .
his voice a deep baritone demanding terrifying
those fathomless eyes look down at me I am lost I pull him close
he strokes my flowing raven hair his eyes cold as ice
daggers to my soul love(or hate) lust passion possession
he wants to control me and violently he crushes my ruby red lips
with a demanding kiss and then the kiss is beautiful
words evil he is need lust he says vile things
oh those dark fathomless eyes go away come back I love you
he wraps his arms around me we are spinning and swirling lost in love
for how long are we locked in that embrace it seems like days
then he stops his smile is mean and cruel he laughs
I am nothing without his kiss I am a love hostage held in chains
and when he turns away I weep for him and hate myself
dark this lust I MUST find the strength to leave
there is no sweetness this is WRONG lost as his fathomless eyes
must get away must find the courage to walk away leave leave
I hear the door close and quickly dress the rooms smell moldy
finding the door I turn the knob it is locked
and I am screaming . . .
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February 1, 2016
Free Verse/dark surrender
Copyright Protected, ID 751068
Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written On Your Birthday II
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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Written for the contest, The Dark Side of Life
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Fifth Place
Copyright © Broken Wings- Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016
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I cry, I cry
Why does my skin color frighten you so?
Have I done anything, but, be born?
You judge me, from your own despair
and draw hate from demons you chose to hold,
allowing them to drain your soul,
as they lap with evil tongues your life's blood
leaving it a hollow husk,
that crumbles back into the dirt
My sorrow is not for me,
either is the tears that fall,
upon the same ground, we walk upon
I stretch an open hand, you slap it away in disgust
I reveal my heart, its kindness, you spit on it
I cry for you, for you are injured
and know not what you do
I'll pray for you, in quiet meadows
far from the wickedness of your sins
Where demons gnaw on your soul
I cry for you, I cry for you,
for you have chosen to inhabit the valley of death
I cry for you
8/15/17
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son
A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need
When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair
Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again
I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave
Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat
Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me
She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole
Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices
My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created
Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes
Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
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Gather around the sacred fire, my children
Let the embers' glow spark your curiosity
as we begin on this journey together;
to the time of how things once were,
to the time of how things came to be
In the beginning,
there was no war, only peace
There was no hate, only love
Harmony existed between all things,
it was the age when the eagle flew alongside the dove
Now the eagle lived high in the cliff of a great mountain,
and the dove lived in the lush valley below
And the seasons continued unabated,
from the summer's heat to the winter's snow
Then one day as the eagle sat, perched high atop his domain,
an evil thought entered his heart,
that only he alone over everything should reign
He felt because he was the most powerful bird,
his voice should always have the final word
So he gathered the other birds together,
to have them agree to make him their chief
The falcon and the hawk said they liked the idea
The raven and the owl said lets not be so hasty
The debate went on for days,
and the eagle grew restless with each passing hour
Until the stork delivered him a message,
during one spring early morning shower
The message said that the dove and the swan,
never came to a meeting, no not once
Thus, the eagle flew down to the edge of the pond,
and asked the swan about his absence
The swan said such matters concern him not,
let he who rule, let him rule just
As for the whereabouts of the dove, the swan said
he was in a cove by the big tree with the chestnuts
The eagle went and confronted the dove,
and accused him of stalling his coronation oblation
The dove replied with a gentle reproof,
saying to go down this wicked path will divide the earth into two nations
One will love war, and the other will love peace
One will hate killing, and the other will hate mercy
One will love freedom, and the other will love slavery
One will hate healing the pain, the other will hate causing hurt and misery
The eagle got angry at what the dove had to say,
and they no longer flew together after that day
So now you know, children, the story of the eagle and the dove
Which will you choose?
Will you choose to love hate,
or choose to live the peaceful way
Will you choose to hate love,
or choose to possess the spirit of a dove
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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Bitter Harvest Of Thy Wickedness
Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne
Sleep in peace upon a silk laden bed.
Why now in old age, do thy dare to moan
In deep fear of ghosts of those murdered dead?
Are not thy treasure vaults filled to the brim
With stolen wealth from lambs of this dark world?
Yet thy black heart, feels the murder of him
And that Heaven bolt that may soon be hurled!
Triumph in destruction tis' bitter fruit
And thy wicked soul now sees the true light
Yet thou sprang from dark tree's most evil root
To try to bring forth never ending night!
Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne.
Why now in old age, do thou dare to moan?
R. J. Lindley,
Jan. 11th, 1980
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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Regardless of whom is…
Aching, my pen moves, lines hold in place
words found wandering about my heart
Ink dries with tear drop accuracy, streaked
forming in versed collections of envisioned truth
From the gallery they call, teeth bared
ready to rip the pain from any pore,
handing down punishment, sentences
that do not fit the stanza
Still I write, poetry,
combing thoughts of fine woven moments
presented in decorative motifs
with strawberry jam and blue button accents
Dangling in the midst of green tailed hate,
baiting the wide mouths of insistence steadily
challenging belief and validity
with a tarnished tea spoon IQ
Fingers tremble behind rolled down sleeves,
three-quarter dreams fall head first into
basement personalities dancing in
ugly nightmare robes, sneering
And I scribble, pristine fonts of flowery flow,
enchanted lines of wisteria wrapped creations
Weaving along vine covered fences
even as eyes peer through morning glory gates
I know this fear, you feel it too, the watching,
from every corner, tiny squares of horrific masks,
eyes floating in mud garden baths
dripping blood the color of…the color of, well, blood
But I must write, hoping you see, praying you read,
sending these phrases on braided thread
spun of love, stitched of affection, patterned desire
regardless of whom is…
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
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A widow who hated to see
her friends doing better than she
spun such nasty rumors
they spread like bad tumors
and blackened her soul completely.
Her friends realized she was not
a soul they could trust, so she got
left friendless for spinning
her lies. For her sinning -
inside her own web she was caught.
Nov. 19, 2017 for Brenda Chiri's "Judgmental People And Haters" Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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I Love Hate
I love hate; it's plain to see
It fills the hearts of my enemies
It sucks out the life and joy from their souls
And where happiness was, it leaves a large hole
They like to spread rumors and go off on a rant
But ask'em for a reason, You Know! They just can't
You see, Hate is just darkness, a disease of the mind
It soon affects everything; you'll find it time
The way you talk to others, the expression on your face
You tend to lose compassion and be void of all grace
It just makes more enemies and never a friend
And when it's all over, you'll feel empty in the end
So I leave all the hate to those who revel in it
And get on with my life, Loving every minute
By JT Curtis Nov 2017
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2017
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Comparatively you will never be like me
You do not have the necessary personality
Your judgements about me are undefined
Being equipped without the stronger mind
Jealousy is the ugliest character defect
To hate on me does not earn you respect
People like you are societies negative breed
Never a helping hand just one held out in greed
Trying so very hard for your voice to be heard
But there is no substance behind your word
Stubbornly you just continue on trying
Everyone else already knows you are lying
All that you do just makes me stronger
I doubt you'll even be around much longer
So next time that you may decide to attack
I'll be right behind you so better watch your back
11/15/17
Written for contest: "Judgemental People & Haters"
Hosted by: Brenda Chiri
Placed 4th in Contest Results
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2017
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You can behead an unarmed man
You can rape a defenseless woman
You can blow up an innocent child
You can burn a book, or 1000's
Attempt to erase history
Spit on the culture of mankind
Here is what you will never do
You will never catch Charlie Brown
Or behead Allah the almighty
You are an army
Of no hearts
Of no heads
The army of the evil living dead
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015