Best Hated Poems
I hated homework - what a bore;
And wanted time to play.
I’d tolerate that stuff at school,
But that was during day.
We didn’t have a dog or cat,
But Teacher didn’t know:
Those creatures chewed my homework up,
And I was full of woe.
I’d lost my bag, my homework too,
And wasn’t it a shame,
That all my work had been in vain.
My teacher knew my game…
One day I gave up fighting it -
I saw I was a dud -
And did my homework on the bus…
Then dropped it in the mud!
9th November, for Sara’s Jobs contest
Tell me
what did I do
to deserve your scorn
your hatred
I came in peace
to bring you God's love
for your heavenly father
our father
Does love you immensely
I came only to give you
a message of hope
Hope for eternal life
a wondrous life
full of peace and prosperity
but
you wouldn't listen
I tried to warn you
of the snares set by the evil one
of how your words
your thoughts
your actions
were induced by his seductions
you began to hate me
I told you
you were not part
of the evil one's world
that you belonged to God
our father
for you did not choose God
it was God
who chose you
to be his special people
that it was his desire to
bestow upon you
his eternal blessings
again you would not listen
you began to despise me
I spoke of how
it broke my heart
to see you
willingly carry out
the evil one's desires
for he is a liar and a murderer
he cannot stand in truth
and for this
I was persecuted
beaten
and condemned to death
But
I still love you
anyway
I wish that I had the heart to hate you.
I wish that I feel the way you do.
I wish that I could dismiss of my conscience
And I could do the heartless things you do.
I wish that I could make you feel as I do,
As you starred me in the eyes just to say
I’m just a juvenile delinquent
And I shall always remain the same.
I wish I could find humor in your weakness.
At the sight of your tears, I am amused.
And when you fall, I wont be there to catch you.
I'll watch nearby to see how you are abused.
In your time of need, I shall disown you.
I’ll tell you just how much you disappoint me.
Your frailer just once again, proves that I was right.
And you’ve sunk to what I knew you’d always be.
Oh yes, how I’d love to hate you.
With every piece of my broken heart.
To give you the pain you’ve inflicted for so long
And have the honor to tear your world apart.
In the end, you’d get just what you deserve.
The torment, neglect , guilt and shame.
So when you fall and have no one left to run to
I'll be there to save you once again.
For, though I say I wish to be you,
I feel perhaps these words untrue.
I’d still feel the pain much greater, in fact.
The guilt of what I’ve done to you.
I am blessed to have such a heart as mine.
For , you could never feel as I.
It must be quite the same to hate me
As it does to view have from the other side.
I can’t imagine what it must feel like
To never know the joy I feel with in.
To know the beauty I feel each time
I walk away, and fail to take a stand.
I may not make you feel the pain
As I wished so many times I could do
But it must hurt to feel discussed enough
That you have to hate me as you do.
I can’t imagine, nor do I wish to,
To walk a mile in those shoes.
For it’s one thing to be hated by another
But it must hurt to be hated mostly by you.
My worst job that of washing DeLaval,
Machine for separating milk from cream.
Yes, I remember that so very well.
That nasty job was truly a bad dream.
We had no running water on the farm
And had to heat it on the old wood range.
Water cooled off fast, couldn't keep it warm
And needed kettle boiling for exchange.
Wash water soon turned into milky slime,
The water from our well was very hard.
With no sewer to accept it at the time,
I had to pour wash water on the yard.
My daddy was so proud of his machine,
But I was she who had to keep it clean.
For Sara's contest: "Job"
11/14/14
I hated you twice: that second hate has yet
To lie down a much longer within my heart;
Sure it will bother you not for awhile,
For I’ve wished to give you all the sorrow.
I hated you so much; you without a hope
To calm my anger or ease the pain you caused.
I hated you to the end of the ocean
And pray God grants you not to be hated that way again.
--
Inspired by TD’s RSVP Poetry Contest.
In response to A. S. Pushkin’s poem "Ya vas lyubil" (I loved you once).
Author's Note: Oh, it's not Alexander I hated...
...and no one is hurt nor injured, except my fingers
typing this poem...lol!
To die
One must be alive
So where am I?
To cry
One must feel loss
No one to miss, empty tears dry
To fly
One must have wings
If only broken I could tumble and be gone
To lie
One must smile to the outside
While stumbling in darkness, wonder why?
To scrape by
One has fold up the heart
Knowing there is no second start
To be the butterfly
I must possess wings of beauty
Before being crushed by heavy winds
To justify
One must choose the rope or the knife
Before hanging on last goodbyes
To note
One must hold the pen with ink
Leaking words with last of drink
Love; over rated
Both paupers and kings
Razor-barbed brass rings
How strangely fated
For this I've waited?
My soul groans then sings
My heart soothes then stings
Alas, Love hated
What am I to do
Where am I to go
Beg a magic brew
Steel my heart to you
Peace my soul may know
Alone... Love I rue!
Mom hated Wednesdays but I don't remember why.
Sadly, it was on a Wednesday when she died.
My Granddad also died on a Wednesday and that was very sad.
My Grandmother bragged because she was going to receive $10,000 because of his death and that made me mad.
Me, Mom and Granddad were all Leos, we were born in August and July.
It hurt me when Granddad passed away and when my poor mom died.
It's been painful since Mom passed away.
It's a fact that she hated Wednesdays.
(Dedicated to Agnes and Burley Johnson who passed away on March 6, 2013 and August 3, 1994.)
Here lies the man the world hated most
but whom the world now hallows!
Many women find easy to hate strict men in their lives but displined men are always the best men on this earth.
Quote by poet
You can be a disciplined man
And being hated by some women
For few secrets reasons
Which they feel shame to tell others.
Some wives can hate their husbands
Because of controlling their lives
Which is part of their duties
As good men who care for their families.
Some women always failed to differentiate
Being married, in relationship and single
When they want so called" freedom"
In the house which can become a problem.
Don't be surprised when a woman takes
Her feelings so serious than her responsibilities,
And turn to hate some disciplined guys
When trying to show her some life realities.
June 20th / 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
An expression of a Nurse
I am a Nurse,
I am loved by few and hated by many
Everyday I dedicate my life to saving lives of others
From 7 o'clock in the morning to 7 o'clock in the evening
Whether its winter, whether its Summer
Day and night I sacrifice my comfort
And put myself at risk of developing deep venous thrombosis
Through standing
Swimming in life threatening infections
And deadly diseases
Yet I am loved by few hated by many.
My dedication, my determination,My willingness, my passion, my care
They are all never recognized
Only my mistakes are visible in the eyes of everyone
Because I am loved by few hated by many
From vomitus to faeces, Urine to blood, sweat to sputum
My hands discriminate none
In all body orifices they navigate to heal where it is injured
Assess where it is wrong and comfort where there is pain
From head to toe they travel to provide holistic nursing care
To bring back good health to those afflicted by sickness
Yet I am loved by few hated by many
I am a Nurse, hate me, love me
My hands will always be receptive
To accomodate your entrance.
The Hated Color of the Night
By: Aidan Gilbert
When will the land of bitter discontinue us as a home
When will the dead leafless tree reach out a branch to us,
For we are equals
When will its rotted wood give us shelter from the rains of injustice
When will our pile of colorless leaves blow around on the dead grass
When will Satan give us a call to come over
Because I’ve heard Hell is better then where we are right now
Why are we the weeds that grow in the sidewalk cracks that get trampled on
When will people stop blaming me for the thorn bush that grows in my heart
When will hope become a person who lives in the shadow’s of injustice
To do works we can’t
When will black be added to the bunch of colorful balloons that float with joy
When can I have faith that my child’s life will not be sharpened or rugged
By the rock of hate
When can I not be scared
That when I go to heaven, I will not be jumped and thrown into Hell
When can we become rocks that aren’t painted
But accepted as true beauty
When will the birds sing a prettier song and the storms that follow us bring a rainbow
But I don’t want a rainbow because there isn’t the color black
When will our people stop being used as the nails
To build the foundation of the white people
When will God love me!
When can I stop crying that when we are the last people to enter heaven
We won’t be kicked out because were black
Most important, when will black become the color of peace
Instead the hated color of the night
(MLK Jr. Tribute)
O' How I Hated That Damn Ground
I stood there raining my tears
utterly broken at fifteen years
Thinking of all that dad gave
now newly laid in a lonely grave
O' how I hated that damn ground
screaming but with no sound
My family broken up as can be
yet none as destroyed as was me
Now in lonesome grave he lies
severed from all loving ties
I cry there standing so alone
bright world crashed, he is gone
Misery came summer of sixty-nine
too young to get drunk on wine
I stayed out all that dark night
waging my own long futile fight
I did my battle with dark spirits
coming softly but I could hear it
They placed deep hate in my heart
punish somebody, myself to start
My youth suddenly away had flown
my hate forced me to be grown
Some body will pay coming years
no more sobs, no more hot tears
Bark has now so wrapped my tree
my hate ate out the best of me
Ran alone in this blackened world
hate, my blazing banner unfurled
Bitter ash came from my burnt stone
compassion leeched from every bone
Years raced onward into my old age
time finally healed my bitter rage
Yesterday, talked to father again
told him I wash my leaves in rain
This tree bears no more bitter fruit
clear water finally found gnarly root!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-02-2015
Pink octopus turned herself into an exquisitely beautiful woman.
She had round fat circular tentacle curls and fair skin, best of all, feet.
The mermaids were jealous as Pink lifted herself out of the Caribbean Sea.
She turned and gave them a thumbs up with her new left thumb.
They cheered wildly, which was fake. They truly hated her now.
I have been up and down the valley
I have been honored and dishonored
Good and bad times have been my lot
In my search for happiness and fulfillment
I have been to hell and back
False accusations wet my pillow nightly
Isolation was constant companion
I was despised and hated
When I longed for recognition and love
I was brutalized and dehumanized
When I searched for empathy and humanity
I was object of mockery and disdain
When my heart yearned for acceptance and respect
I was invited to high society as guest
But on each occasion turned
Back in disgrace and rejection
I have gone round the circle and back
And standing tall and victorious
For I have conquered all my adversaries
The worse is over