Get Your Premium Membership

Best Hate His Guts Poems | Poetry

Below are the all-time best Hate His Guts poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of hate his guts poems written by PoetrySoup members

Search for Hate His Guts poems, articles about Hate His Guts poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Hate His Guts poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

See Also:

Poems are below...

View all new Hate His Guts Poems

The Best Hate His Guts Poems

Details | Hate His Guts Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Daddy's Little Girl

I never thought that I would have to say goodbye, I always thougt that nothing would come 
my way that I could not handle. Daddy and I used to work on the vehicles, cut wood, I was 
his little girl. That all changed in July of 2003 when daddy forced me to touch and rub him in 
places that no little girl should be touching. My thoughts changed that day on who my daddy 
really was. I was scared and afraid to tell but I did and when I told daddy got taken to jail. I 
was sent to live with my mom who didn't know how to react with the knowledge that her 
daughter had been molested, counseling was no help the counselors were quak jobs. I seen 
daddy at court hearing walking with gaurds on his sides and shackles on his feet and wrist. 
That was the unforgettable for me. I had wrote a letter for daddy when it was his sentencing 
day and it was not very nice. But that was before I understood that God wanted us to forgive 
and forget. Now I forgive my daddy for what he did, but he will never know because he just 
keeps messing up. You see daddy was set to get off probation January 2009 but he messed 
up two months before and now daddy is sitting in prison. Daddy doesn't know that I care 
about him, he thinks I hate his guts and never wanna see him again. However I know that 
God is my Lord, and I know he will protect me. I will always be Daddy's Little Girl and I will 
always love my daddy for ever and for always.

Copyright © Sierra Price | Year Posted 2009

Details | Hate His Guts Poem | Create an image from this poem.

let the darkness in

Gloom used to be so familiar to me, 
A second cousin once removed, with similar eyes 
And my own tangled hair 
We used to have long conversations in the dark, 
And stroke each other’s faces, 
Mourning the loss of joy’s bright dancing limbs 
And when the dawn light broke we would shudder, 
Collectively, and huddle beneath the duvet 
Ah we were such good friends, gloom and I…
But then as the years passed I began to resent his presence 
Began to hate his guts
And eventually I kicked him out of bed – 
I thought – forever…
Celebratory days passed, in a blur of unfamiliar happiness 
All sparkling and gilded and glowing with infantile delight 
I threw myself into being normal, loved every minute – 
Until the day came when I met you, 
One suffocating autumn night, 
And Gloom rubbed his hands together in glee – 
Knowing that he could follow you and worm his way back into my heart 
Clinging to you like a leech until he could slip inside me 
And colonize once again the mansion he had lived in; 
The grim black walls of my gothic heart 
So you see, my love, I have a lot to hate you for 
Because not only did you break down my walls 
But you let the darkness in…
And not only did you leave me cold and weeping 
But you gave me despair for a friend…
So run away, darling, while you still can – 
Because rage smolders in my heart, and the grim desire for revenge…

Copyright © Amy Van de Casteele | Year Posted 2009