Best Hates Poems
She Hates
Her eyes sink back into her head.
Her left eye crosses her right and the hate pierces like the sun’s rays on a hot summer day.
She calls herself a Christian because it makes her feel safe.
She believes that Church is a tangible thing of brick and mortar with a temple and a bell that
rings at noon every Sunday.
She believes the Anti-Christ is identifiable like another human being.
Sadly, like most that call themselves Christians, she is not safe.
I adopted a cat around Thanksgiving
He was the sweetest thing in the beginning
To my surprise
He’s in disguise
With The Joker kitty I am now living
This balmy yuletide season Milo despised
My silver tinseled Christmas tree he demised
Never expressing gratitude
A clawing catty attitude
Yet a contented kitty I have surmised
When the mind's disease is hate
it flows through the veins unchecked
I'm just a voice of reason in the midst of darkness
striking a match
a light for minds seeking refuge from a storm
and lift a crying child above hate's swollen river
that may sweep us away
People are angry, their Earth shakes
lighting flashes, children cry, crowds move as rivers
their mummers becoming louder
confusion fills their mind, fear fills their lungs
they are tossed between rage and reason
Demons rise to shackle their fragile souls
to a long history of claiming purity
frightened hearts beat louder
echoing through the valley of self-righteousness
as they march in step with unfurled flags
demanding all follow their worn graveled path
of self-illusion
the scythe they wield sweeps through the marrow
of anyone who questions
why they confiscate freedom in freedoms name
Who dare stands to lift the crying child
from the grasp of the angry crowd
giving hope, where there is madness
as the young stalk of democracy burns brown
withering away from a drought of common sense
urged on by those seeking power
using lies to move the mob, like pawns
because they see the world changing around them
and wear the heavy coat of brutality from their own history
fearful of their own sins of reservations and hangings
this is the same demon led crowd that yelled '' Give us Barabbas ''
8/21/21
Negative comments won't hold me down
I won't be wearing it like a royal crown
It won't get rid of the divorce papers my dad received
When I heard about it, I felt myself in the inside grieve...will he ever be relieved?
That message was received at the wrong day and the wrong time
Drowsily, making rhyme after rhyme after rhyme time after time
I don't want the same for us -
This tragedy that has thrown us under the bus
Isn't my beloved mother aware
That God hates divorce?
Is my humble father ever going to be happy just a hair?
We can't move the carriage without the horse
How I hate unloving Satan with a passion?
He makes sin as eye-catching as fashion
Divorce will take us on another level of lament
Momma, I want you to feel regret and I want God to inspire you to repent
I still have hope in mind still
You know what? It's all in God's will
I'll let it be and stop acting like a pill
I need to literally take a sleeping pill to chill out
For sweet sleep isn't given to me tonight no doubt
Oh well, yeah, I fell pretty hard on my bottom
Now, I feel so numb and dumb and getting tasteless like gum
I can't put a finger on how shocked I am
This divorce process will make me a more lost lamb
I keep listening to music
Because it's awfully therapeutic
The hardships we encounter
Is all because of her...I'm sure...
Sorry for being a blame-placer
But I'm a hater of divorce too
My fine and dandy future's a mighty blur
Now that I see my dad blue
Ignore me...Why?
"You’re a LOSER thats why!"
You Hate me, What did I do?
"Why else, you are you!"
What is that supposed to mean
"Figure it out, you’ll never win,"
I said I was sorry, What more do you want?
"You ARE sorry, Pathetic, a Dork and a runt."
Is there anything I could do to change your mind?
"I want you leave, what are you blind?"
Fine then I’ll go, but I want you to know,
I’m sorry for the things that I’ve said and I’ve done,
I’m sorry for the feelings, the love I didn’t show...
And the boy turned away, down the track where they run,
And ended his life...with the shot of a gun.
And when the girl heard, she uttered not a word,
For to miss him, to care, or feel sorrow, well, that would be absurd...
A day in my life
I thought to help the wife
I got the vacuum out
A little run about
I plugged it in the wall
Odd, no sound at all
It must have blown a fuse
So I undid all the screws
I changed the fuse with new
When they blow that's what you do
Then I plugged the thing back in
Odd, still nothing, no din
I made a cup of tea
The thought occurred to me
Was the fuse that I thought new
A useless dead fuse too
I scratched my head and thought
Has some fluff and stuff got caught
And blocked up all the tube
Which may have blown the fuse
I was in a flux
So I got my toolbox
First I undid this
Then I undid that
And by the time I undid more
I had a pile of scrap
Now I was in a flap
As I tried to build it back
But I knew I lost the plot
Cos the pile was such a lot
When I knew I could not win
I launched it in the bin
So I went round to the store
Cos my vacuum was no more
And invested in one new
Took it home just like you do
But by the time I did unpack
I had another heap of crap
Cardboard and all that
So I burned it round the back
I plugged my new vacuum in
Odd, still no distinctive din
I was most bemused
I thought a new one can't be fused
So I changed the fuse in new
Then thought I will vacuum , like you do
Odd, not a peep
From my new electric sweep
I thought there's something funny here
Something strange and *****
The room was not its norm
It had no bubbly warm
Then I looked at my aquarium
The fish they did not swim
No lights or bubbling glow
That keep them on the go
I switched the light shade on
No light there just was none
Then I tried the chandelier
No lights from that either
I sat down with a grin
It was hard to take it in
I reflected on the day
The one that cost me pay
I had dismantled something good
For no reason that I should
Then threw it in the bin
And then invested in another
When the first one had no bother
I felt so ashamed but I had myself to blame
I thought, Scott you are a nut
Scott you are a smut
Did you not realise
There has been a power cut
Outside
Satan HATES everything that God loves!
He tries to counterfeit everything he does!
He goes about as a lion, seeking whom to devour!
He comes after us! But God alone has the power!
Satan will twist God’s truth, into a corruptible lie!
He has one mission!
And that is to see you die!
He wants to enslave you into deep addictions!
And bring into your life, unneeded afflictions!
He has one purpose, ambition and goal…
Is to seek eternal damnation of your very soul!
Jesus has come! His TRUTH can set you free!
He has come that you may have life abundantly!
Won’t you accept him? You can overcome!
Through the shed blood, and power of God’s son!
All glory to Jesus! All praise to
HIM on high!
He is your protector!
He is El-Shaddai!
Won’t you allow God’s love
to bring you salvation?
He offers it to right now!
A heavenly invitation!
God’s love is stronger than Satan!
HE reigns supreme!
He can help you to overcome,
the lies the devil brings!
By Jim Pemberton
In a past life I must have killed a priest,
or could it be that on flesh i did feast?
Maybe I brutally raped a God ordained nun.
Because in this life I am being shunned.
My kittens have died, one every other day.
Three total and one other will not get that pardon or stay.
Feline leukemia, so all my cats will surely die.
The only humane thing is to euthanize, and so I cry.
Lois, then Jasper, next Quagmire, now Emmett too,
The mama cat, and their older brother will die, how can we get through?
Hopefully the three orphans weren't exposed enough,
Four weeks until we'll know, why does life have to be so tough?
The mama, Maxine, was named after my grandma who died,
the kids and Illyanna got her for me, because all I did was cry.
A year and a half of joy and love she brought to me.
Why does she and all the kittens have to die, is what I plea.
What have I done to have a life where I struggle every day?
I'm not a bad person, I'm kind and loving, how much more must we pay?
A mother, who didn't want me for a while, many men who used and abused me.
At times like this, it makes me want to give up on life, to turn and flee.
They say God doesn't give you more than you can handle at one time,
I feel like its a lie, I feel unjustly convicted of a horrible crime.
Today I have to choose, let my animals suffer or give them the mercy of death.
To bury six members of my family in seven days, will leave me bereft.
How much torture and pain must one person or family have to go through?
This isn't some fiction story, every word I write is nothing but true.
Every passing minute, more of my heart breaks piece by piece.
I don't smoke, or drink, or do drugs, or have sex, so I have no release.
Let me wake, and it be nothing more than a horrible dream,
I can't take much more of this crappy bad luck, its too extreme.
God, if you're there, why are you doing this to all of us?
I've always been told You are someone we can trust!
Please God, please don't take anything else away.
My heart and soul whither as the ends start to fray.
Tell me what you want me to do and I will gladly obey.
Just please, Dear God, I can't handle the agonizing dismay.
blinds words of the wise
truth can no longer advise
righteous judgement, dies
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??"Baby I'm Here" ...that's all I wanna hear.??
??The resolution to my doubt and retribution to my fear.??
??Dedicated my devotion but you're not who you appear.??
?? Those words were never spoken now I'm choking on my tears.??
??Hello darkness and despair this misfortune favored fair.??
??My heart was made of paper so demolished from the tears??
??Every action that you take makes question if you cared??
??Once upon a time my heart was whole until you turn it into pairs??...????
??His heart is Arctic cold disconnected from his darkened soul??
??He thought he had protection till misdirection had to take its toll??
??Reinforced his guard sealed emotions all connections close??
??His heart could burst to shards at any second if he lost control??
??This world has made him change just a stranger as his anger grows??
??His softer side was slain by a pain that must remain unknown??
??Emotions are distractions his perspective for reflection froze??
??The last pedal on a withered rose survival its confession told ??
??Love is now his nemesis no innocence may his eyes behold??
??He will not constitute amendment just commitment to a heartless pose??
??Pain made me an Artist and a Author in this lonely home??
??I must set the example and embrace the pace resentment grows??
SHE HATES ME
As the sun greets the arrival of night,
Deep within, her heart holds a brewing disdain,
She devours me with the love she feels,
She consumes to understand that she loves me.
Like iron that radiates warmth to unfurl folded garments,
Her hatred towards me corrupts the pure vessel of love she holds,
She devours me with the love she feels,
She consumes to understand that she loves me.
As the morning pushes the night away, revealing the fragrant glow,
The lady battles her heart for the hate she harbors towards me,
She devours me with the love she feels,
She consumes to understand that she loves me.
Did you know time can slip by
when we're not having fun?
Samuel, it hasn't been fun
These days that we've spent,
it's felt like hours
And remember when you came
to the door with flowers?
But time, Samuel-
it's never odd or even
Samuel, time hates us
We don't even have a moment
that's just ours
Yet, chance made us friends
Sitting in Niagara, staring at the lights
Honestly, you and me, we could be free
And yet we're imprisoned
Steadily being caged in by time
We were from the beginning,
we were from the start
Time hates us, dislikes us,
loathes us, despises us
We're the eyes of it's storm
And yet I can tell in your eyes that you're happy
That even with a car running on empty
and not living a life we had envisioned,
We've made a world that stretches far
God Hates Everyone Except Me
By Elton Camp
The good “reverend” likes to have his say
Against absolutely everyone and every way
His belief is the only one that’s correct
Eternity in hellfire all others can expect
So that it wouldn’t come as a surprise
To speak for him, God did authorize
At least that’s the preacher’s claim
So all others he just loves to shame
Making signs was costing quite a bit
So he produced one that all matters fit
He wrote, in large print, for all to see
“God Hates Everyone Except Me”
If protesting funerals or reviling a gay
He can march, hold the sign up and bray