Best Hatefulness Poems
When Ravenous Wolf, Prowls At Our Home's Open Door
Of beauty, paintings, flowers and smothering Art
Dares not the innocent truth- ever the race start
Or prisoner, trapped lamb- shear its own white fleece
By all the vanished gods, Death's hands embrace Greece
And dawn's beauty loses its most radiant glow
Whilst blighted forests listens to cackles of crows!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Down in the dark valleys, poisoned rivers freeze
Beasts above, seek delicious prey with such ease
Alas! Dare we in futile wish cry tis no so
And in fanciful dreams -beg that peace and love show
Within hope of tomorrows, believe such will cease
For we recall, magnificent heroes of Greece!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Life and Love must walk through darkest days hand in hand
In this our thought to be enlightened world we stand
Not as sheep to be slaughtered at merest of whims
If we fear ravenous sharks in seas we'd not swim
Or during pitch black nights we would cower inside
And miss seeing the heavens and moon's golden ride!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Such temerity would joys of life thus abolish
Do we allow world its false mirrors to polish
Nay! We prove such hatefulness we will not abide
While in arms of love and truth, we with grace reside
Shall we pray that ever greater Light gift us more
On us all, God's sweet mercy Heaven softly pours!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2021
Dark rhyme,
( We may only keep, that which we are brave enough to defend )
This poem was born from blessed inspiration found this morn
While I was commenting to a friend, a very fine fellow poet….
Categories:
hatefulness, art, conflict, courage, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
As autumns of dear life, I endeavor to face,
Reminiscing in springs, memories I retrace;
Cognizant that splendor of seasons will end,
Seeking amends, life’s goodwill I befriend;
Resolving to shed grimness trapped in yore,
Discarding grievances, hatefulness I abhor,
Filling voids with wisdom of enlightened soul,
Welcoming endearment aging vibes cajole.
Harmony I shall hoist, to apex of its tempo,
Strumming mirthfully rhythms of tomorrow,
Freed from obscurity of yesterday’s shadow
Rejoicing with family on life’s sunlit meadow.
Hosting sentiments that elucidate life anew,
Ethereal I wish to woo~ revered, and true,
Pleading for bliss of heaven, eternal as time,
Living and letting live, in tranquility sublime.
Disavowing shackles of material, mundane,
Compassion I’ll chase of benevolent domain
Redressing incongruence, vying virtues divine,
Steering autumns of my life till values align.
December 22, 2022
Placed 3rd: Resolutions for 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
hatefulness, emotions, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Rein in those opportunities to criticize
Think of all the good things to be said
Remember to see through others’ eyes.
Or sometimes simply resort to sighs.
In disagreement, merely shake your head
Rein in those opportunities to criticize.
Be a bigger person, even if you must disguise
Displeasures weighing on you heavy as lead,
Remember to see through others’ eyes.
If you announce your woes, it’s seldom wise,
Sometimes they are better not to be read
Rein in those opportunities to criticize!
Is it that you get joy when someone cries?
How easily you could’ve another’s feelings fed
Remember to see through others’ eyes.
For being disagreeable you’ll win no prize,
Hatefulness and sharp words are best unsaid,
Remember to see through others’ eyes,
Rein in those opportunities to criticize.
Written December 5, 2022
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Categories:
hatefulness, anti bullying, how i
Form:
Villanelle
Like the brightest stars we fade in time
Losing the sparkling diamond in our eyes
Our zest for excitement slowly subsides
Attempts to succeed become futile tries.
The light we send out diminishes with age
Life, as in childhood, is no longer sublime
Each day we slowly turn another page,
And think about when it will be our time
While frantically trying to recoup our youth
Knowing the past has slipped slowly away,
We cling to our wit and humor often uncouth
Searching for real meaning in every day.
Not retrievable in this fleeting dimension
We search for vestiges of elusive truth,
In a restless world filled with hatefulness
While protecting our own, staying aloof.
Until no longer the night sky projecting,
We burn out in a barely noticed blaze of glory,
And hope upon hope, not really certain,
Someone will care enough to tell our story.
Written July 22, 2022
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Categories:
hatefulness, age, angst, character, life,
Form:
Quatrain
Did our parents not have better things to do-
better things than to suffer our indifference-
our rebellion-
better things to do than return to us love
for hatefulness-
patients for intolerance-
self sacrifice for our selfishness?
Seems that they could never get it right-
In every thing we thought ourselves wise-
our parents foolish-
then the worst thing they ever did
was to go and die-
they died and took with them
all we now ache to know-
but now never will-
we were just too wrapped up-
too wrapped up in ourselves to ask them-
we always thought there would be time-
someday.
Categories:
hatefulness, introspection, parents, sorry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Figuratively there is good and there is bad
Intuitively we know there are high paths and low
Rewarding goodness; not hatefulness when so sad
Eliminating love, the thief comes to take what you know
And there are consequences for each choice made
Children who wander lives without a mother nor dad
Destitute families who’s last night never laid
Unless a miracle occurs their lives will be bad
So, in the course of suffering and destitution
Come magnificent family courage and strength
And some how a divine illumination
Causes a peaceful and caring restitution
And the answers come often at the end of time
But, looking back, They’re no more blind
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Categories:
hatefulness, appreciation, caregiving, character, courage,
Form:
Sonnet
Remorse, he knocked at man's front door,
a proud and somber beggar
and asked if he could speak to us
of hatefulness and guile.
"What say you, Sir?" We asked Remorse
with curious concern.
"I've come to bend the hearts of man
and promise soon that I'll
wage war against your ancient foes;
Indifference and Disdain
to bring you back to empathy
and fellowship and kind.
Against the ghosts, he fought but lost;
accursed the useless war.
The fallen warrior was dead!
Then on his corpse - we dined,
but sinful gluttony soon left
the taste of bitter shame,
and we began to realize then
Remorse and all he gave.
His broken spirit once suppressed
has stirred in human kind.
Now all that we can do for him
is weep upon his grave.
Categories:
hatefulness, forgiveness, life
Form:
Quatrain
I’m not sure what’s happening in this country…sometimes I think it’s being overrun by fools…in some states they’re banning books…in my state, Florida, they’re banning talking about gender and sexuality in schools.
While closing up the bookstore the other night I was thinking how crazy can this be…
as I was re-shelving one of the books they’ve banned in Tennessee.
Topics not allowed to be discussed…books not allowed to be read…I don’t have the words to express my sadness and dismay…so I walked around our bookstore and listened to what the voices around me had to say.
Kurt Vonnegut was first to speak…at how banning book displeases:
“I hate”, he said, “that Americans are taught to fear some books and some ideas, as though they were diseases”.
Mart Twain was next on banning speech and books…he doesn’t want to see us do it:
“Censorship”, he said, “is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby cannot chew it”.
Next stood Benjamin Franklin…with his willingness to teach
“Whoever wold overthrow the liberty of a nation,” he said, “must begin by subduing the freeness of its speech”.
Stephen Chbosky waited his turn in the bookstore to be heard that night:
He said, “banning books gives us silence when we need speech…
it closes our ears when we need to listen
and it makes us blind when we need sight”.
Isaac Asimov weighted in next…he was succinct in what he was conceding:
“Any book worth banning," he’s said, “is a book that is worth reading.”
Up and down the bookstore I walked listening to a multitude of authors from the present and past…and fortunately for me…I saved the best for last..
It was Maya Angelou whose words are always inspiring, thought provoking and wise…She said, “You may kill me with your hatefulness but still, like air…I rise”.
I thanked Maya and all the other authors for their insights as I turned off all the lights
Then wished them a calm and peaceful sleep as I locked up for the night
Filled with hope that for those who want to ban books and speech…there will come a day when they will take a walk through a bookstore or a library and listen to what the voices have to say,
Categories:
hatefulness, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
Rolling tides where the dolphins chase sharks
holler rather than hark, we blew words
Cowboys round horses in dusty bowls
Their souls speak much but utter few words
Preach forgiveness, shame ungratefulness
But their hatefulness spews no true words
Swallow your pride, the tales you sung
Lies on your tongue, these hard to chew words
I've run out of plays and pantomimes;
Old metaphors and rhymes, find new words
Categories:
hatefulness, poetry, words,
Form:
Ghazal
A Hag
A harridan
Scaring Children
Spewing a Hatefulness
That dug a weary road to hell
Cruel
Categories:
hatefulness, people,
Form:
Cinquain
Today, when I'm in search of news, seems no honest place to choose
No matter where my surfing lands, my wits are placed in biased hands
Facts and lies chewed in a blender, served up smooth for their agenda
Left or right, it makes no matter, what's dispensed is poisoned chatter
Truth that's twisted, then opined, meant to sway the sheepish mind
Oblique perspectives rife with flaws, varnished clean by righteous cause
Intent to impart the forthright soul, with their false brand of vitriol
They all cede news is "compromised", but entirely by the OTHER guys
So where can I seek news for me - outspoken and propaganda-free?
That's the sad, disheartening twist - trustworthy news does NOT exist
Thus, my New Year's pledge will be to waste that wasted time on ME
Consider last year's news a curse, and pray it won't get any worse
You see, with all that garbage hurled, WATCHING it won't change the world
But trading time spent on the news for kind pursuits and daily truths,
Might turn that hatefulness to mirth, (in my little corner of the Earth)
For bringing worldly changes nearer, starts with that guy in the mirror
So my resolution's to disabuse, and not waste '18 ... on the "news".
* Re-worked and submitted on January 3, 2018, for the "New Year" Poetry Contest, Janice Canerdy, Sponsor. *
Categories:
hatefulness, change, corruption, humanity, integrity,
Form:
Rhyme
You are just old man spinning wheels trying to live for a million years.
You are just an apple tree chopped down trying to re-root from the ground.
Your hatefulness means naught because your life is facing the judgment of God.
You are just an old elderly man gambling his months when he has been told to
rest his heart.
You been misguided by your ministry and damned by the demons of the innocent.
The Arabs Kings cannot save your soul from your hellhole chosen by Jehovah.
So pay for your gravesite and bid the world goodbye.
This is the advice given to a life prophesied.
The Monks gave the gift to you.
You refuse to follow the truth.
You were brought into a new world.
Blessed by the chosen one, eccentric he became.
Pakistan is your brother country.
You are of foreign blood.
Why have you thrown a stone at the righteous?
Your hatefulness means not anything.
You will be confronted by the acumen of the Lord Jehovah God.
Adieu…
________________________________________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 29, 2014!
Categories:
hatefulness, america, bible, how i
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I will call like the coyote in the night, so they hear me now.
My words are going to echo through their cave somehow.
I vow that my truth will be the last words spoken.
In this life I have spent mending what is broken.
I will stand by my calling and everything I believe.
Strong as the tallest mountain, for who they deceive.
I will be a better person each and every day.
To know their hatefulness did not lead me astray.
They move on like a train, discount me as a human being.
Their hurtful actions are conditioned in all that I am seeing.
The days of being their scapegoat no longer exist.
But, I stay ready for another day that may bring a new twist
With events they tend to bring about on their own.
I will still bloom from the precious seeds I have sown
In this garden of mine they have never seen or known.
Whatever it is they choose to do will not break me again.
A promise in this day for them from the writing of this pen.
Heidi Sands
Categories:
hatefulness, emotions, growth, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
hatefulness, words, heart, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Men are born to be rich ,
Are born to be great ,
Are born to be historic ,
But why is a girl born to be an obstacle ?
They call themselves superior ,
They call themselves great ,
And when it comes to us ,
they see us only with hate.
They denied our education ,
They denied our profession ,
They snatched all our rights ,
and then made there life's bright .
They want to see us broken ,
Bowed heads and lowered eyes ,
Shoulders falling down with tears ,
weakened by our soulful cries .
But they may shoot me with their words ,
They may cut me with their eyes ,
They may kill me with their hatefulness ,
But still , like air , I'll rise.
I'll rise and I'll fight for what I deserve ,
for what is mine ,
for what is ours.
Categories:
hatefulness, anger, discrimination, encouraging, society,
Form:
Alliteration