Best Hateful Poems
Despicable
A descriptive word—
That’s always hitting its mark!
Attacks and hurts us . . .
Hateful, wicked, and cruel . . .
Degrades the human spirit!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 23, 2017 (Tanka)
A racist white man’s vehicle broke down
in the middle
of the blackest pride side of Motown
He scratched his red neck double chin
in Appalachian drawl dismay;
perplexed at having a little Aryan problem
of not being “Black Tie Members” insurance covered,
to get his big, blanco Hemi pickup
towed away
It was hot as an Alabama cotton-picking afternoon
this particular Detroit July morning
He didn’t wanna have to call his best buddy,
Billy Bob for help,
and end up paying double the repair cost ...
Plus getting cussed out
for not not having no beer for a frosty suds favor situation
Fortunately, a kind Haitian couple, and their Fu Manchu
mustached Mexican friend stopped ...
and Good Samaritan darkie-style helped him out
Ricky Joe talked weather and sports ... friendly small talk,
but mostly he was pew quiet as a mouse in his church
When time came to part ways, and Ricky Joe had to thank them
with thick, German chocolate gratitude ...
he nearly fainted from melanin love exhaustion
Some neapolitan rumors said
he had a merry blackberry charity heat stroke
This darkly faint imposition caused Ricky Joe
to be brought to the nearest minority renown hospital,
by way of a Sikh-owned ambulance,
in critical condition
The attending nurse was a graduate school native Indian guy
A nice, Asian lady doctor hands-on treated Ricky Joe,
but the shock was too much for his mind to Jim Crow
RJ had a cardio meltdown: blown gastric Slim Jim,
when he opened his eyes and saw her smiling at him ...
Cardiac arrest Manila handcuffed his chest,
as he tried to stifle the fear his Hillbilly best
RJ had a Very Vanilla short recovery stay:
He was carried out in a black hearse,
driven by an Arab fella, urban rumors say
HATEFUL WORDS
Do you have any idea how much hateful words hurt those you’re spewing them out to?
If you are a bully who uses them, you need to know they hurt deeply and could scar a kid for life. Is that what you really want to do?
It may seem like innocent fun when you’re bullying other kids. It’s not! If you keep doing it, your life’s going to be nothing but a gigantic flop.
If you are a bully, because of the negative impact you can have on another kid, you must immediately stop!
I once thought bullying was cool, too, so I would say hateful words to other kids just to see how they would react.
I would say hateful words to their face. I would say them behind their back.
Then, out of nowhere, I heard the same kind of hateful words, meant for me.
I didn’t like it a bit; in fact I was hurt and angry as can be.
So, I immediately stopped using hateful words. I’m so glad I did.
No one deserves to hear hateful words, especially coming from another kid.
Al Johnson
So far down into my pit of anguish, I find myself.
Slowly, some of my senses are coming back to me. Teh aching pain inside my soul and heart doesn't make this easy, but I try to rise my head, to stand on my own. In front of me, I find a looking glass.
Glancing at its cracked and dirty surface, I do not recognize teh face displayed in there. "For how long have I been sinking till I became this?" I think to myself. "Whatever is this that I spy, ain't worth the effort, mine or of anyone else..."
Squishing my eyes shut, in an attempt to fight this feeling of time wasted, of remorse and melancholy, feeling like my time is waning faster than it should, of it being wasted, I fail hard to do so.
Like sand, it goes through my fingers as I try to get a hold of it but, to no avail, it falls and vanishes into the drain.
And, as like that, I find her, once more. Cold and sharp, waiting. The crimson tint beneath my shell isn't a so soothing sight to behold no longer, in hope to make it fade away, all these evil thoughts and frustrations accumulating on each passing day through over all these years...
"What have I become? What have I done with my life to this point." Looking back, now I realize, all this time I've been fooling myself. Now it is too late.
I don't have time to anything else if not find relief on the click and the combustion of the dark dust. Trepanation by my own making. THe only good deed from myself to this screwed up world of broken shadows.
You should, as well, take a deep and look gaze upon this mirror without denying what you see in there, for I am of your making and you are broken equally. If you doubt, go there now and look and think...
My heart is bleeding
with words slicing through
the hatefulness
that you have withdrew
Mending the wounds
I find hard to come
a heart that was broken
that was meant for one
Do you not understand
what your words can do
breaking a spirit
you can never undo
I'm drowning in sorrow
wishing to re welcome my grace
I can only now pray for the angels
to take me away from this darkened place
Age's bloodiest showdown looms,
Or such it seems by its lurid form;
Spirit's sharpest arrows must fly
Swifter than is their agile-witted norm.
Now Armageddon's most savage sword
Cruelest aim of softest landings takes,
Though target's dexterous fightback
Its most foolproof arsenals stakes.
Thus unfolds time's deadliest flare
Under high heaven's beneficences;
Watching on with an eye dimly fair,
Umpiring blows with arcane mien.
And though its yet baffling to tell
What dismal odds in virtue's favor stand,
Eons of war-waging jurisprudence repel
Smiling wins for Gaol's tempestuous fates.
I hold for you, hateful love in my heart
For I do blame, whatever happened, on Fate
I have moved on with life, and so have you
But our story does still make me feel so blue
I hate you because you broke me
You changed me, you scarred me
You did not even have for me, an ounce of pity
Instead, you lashed out at me, with venomous cruelty
All because I was in love with what you represented
A young and charming boy, well educated
With looks that attracted my emotions
With eyes that ignited in me, desirous obsessions
I hate you because you moved away
Caring not about the fact that you covered my alley
With dirt and rubbles, with darkness and demons
Why, I hate you for having imbibed in my heart, stained stones
But I also do love you, for I have come to submit to life
Mind you, such is merely because of my belief in my faith
Yes, I love you and I want to see you prosper
Even if to my messages you never deem it necessary to answer
I want you to master the world, I want you to shine bright
I do hope that I never get to see you in a needy state
I want you to laugh at everything life has to offer
I do pray and ask that your stand, life does deem right to pamper
Yes, I do hatefully love you
I do know that I shall never again see you
Such does make me smile painfully
But in the end, life does merely resume around our duty
I do hatefully love you
Nor a friend are you
Nor an enemy are you
But pray, know that I do hatefully love you!
For Contest Oxymoronic Obsession
Spon: David Lindsay
too easily your hate
conspires to perforate
through my head
you see people as their colours tell you to
I made to watch what you do
you hateful fool
you a self made tool
separating logic from
your thoughts
ill judgement corrupts
your thoughts repugnant
words are not made true
by screaming as you do
hate and ignorance rule your mind
I hope there is still time for you to
find the truth
don’t think i don’t understand you
everything you say i get it truly i do
the feeling never goes away. everyone
hates me. nothing is for sure anymore
it seems like death’s tapping on the door.
the blood is dripping from my pen
the walls are covered with our sins
sometimes i feel i don’t belong
theres something bad always going on
why do i always feel like i’m in the wrong?
what makes you hate me so bad
what did i do to you to make you want to turn
away and never look back? what made you leave
was i really that bad? all the arguments the anger
and the pain keeps coming right back.
i hate you for the agony, the ever present
reckoning, the seconds of insecurity, the lies
that fly from out your teeth. the words you fail
to some how speak, the way you make me feel
so weak. the irony is killing me. i need you but i need
to leave. the end of me was always you. we are worlds apart
i thought i knew. into the night is what we hoped was true
but nothings left of me and you.
what makes you hate me so bad
what did i do to you to make you want to turn
away and never look back? what made you leave
was i really that bad? all the arguments the anger
and the pain keeps coming right back.
Vulture
Accusations take wing, like Vultures carcass cleans.
The guilty are ashamed, not satisfied with screams.
Enjoy the life you bought, with every hateful word.
Forgiveness is a choice, not something one deserves.
(Alternate ending:
Forgiveness is too low, for dead- flesh eating birds.
Which would you choose first or second ending?)
They say that love is more powerful than hate.
I dare not put that to the test.
Hate is like a fire,
While love is the smoke.
The fire burns within the flesh,
While the smoke spreads,
Burning deep within the lungs.
They are both equally as powerful,
And both leave scars.
Love is more dangerous,
For we take caution of the fire,
Not the smoke.
It isn't until the smoke burns our lungs
That we realize its potential.
The fire is what lures among our nightmares,
Posing an immediate threat.
It made us ill, so very sick. Love did,
The silent killer.
The hate and ignorance of people...
Wonderful love, hateful love.
Glances stolen at school gates,
Sport fields, trains and buses.
The grazing knuckles across cheeks,
Smiles, strafing past.
There was always that wish,
A longing to hold hands
Without people staring,
To kiss without their nauseous looks.
That pain deep inside that we try to hide
By smiling, talking loud, and fighting;
By denial, closets, being straighter than straight;
By marrying, having children...
And then be more unhappy.
Wonderful love, hateful love.
They say love is love,
But what they really mean is that the only love
Is between opposite sexes.
And that? that is really sickening.
***
It made us ill, so very sick. Love did.
Wonderful love, hateful love.
With my hands I shave your head,
This sharp knife, this fatty soap.
My hands softly caress your cheeks.
Pull your head against my shoulder,
Arrange the oxygen so it won’t bother you.
I hold you in my lap and hum
The wonderful lullabies,
The songs your grandma sang for you.
Love, this is love, the same love
They feel for their loved ones
When they’re dying,
The way you’re dying.
***
I cry,
so much I cry!
You’re a hole in my
life. We all have holes
in our lives, Where loved
ones used to live I miss
you terribly. Love...
Wonderful love,
hateful love.
***
March 24, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Hate, hateful hate, how doth thy poison spread
A venomous fang within the human heart
That doth darken all thoughts of light instead
And tears friends and lovers far apart.
Thou art a curse, a bane upon our race
A devilish spawn that doth thrive on spite
Thou bringeth sorrow to our mortal place
And turneth hearts from warmth to bitter might.
When hate doth rear its head, all love doth flee
And reason's voice doth falter and grow weak
Our eyes are blinded, and we cannot see
The havoc wrought, the peace that we bespeak.
So let us shun this foe, this deadly lure,
And seeketh love, that doth make our hearts pure.
You feel pain and hurt
You hear anger and hatred
Sometimes its a lie,
or its the truth.
Mostly it can't be true,
but you might feel it may never be gone.
But most of the time,
you be forever be alone
for the rest of your life.
Or never be cared for, hated and talked ever.
But forget the past of your pain
Move on and try to be a good friend
Mostly push the pain away and live life
One whom is always cowardly hiding their true feelings
By doing subtle quotes on a blog site and always reeling,
The line out to catch the big fish
Why because then they can dish,
Hateful line quotes towards those they hate
It seems such a waste of time to have this trait,
So the hateful quotes go on and on
May be one day God will make it end and Satan will be gone.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015