Best Hating Poems
I did not choose whether to be born
And i did not choose where to be born
I did not choose when to be born
And i did not choose my mother to be
You did not choose your birth place
And you did not choose your birth family
You did not choose your birth time
And you did not choose your gender
So stop hating me because am not your tribe
And stop hating me because my family is not rich like yours
Stop hating me because am from a different nation
And stop hating me because am a different gender
Simply stop hating me for things i did not choose
We accept the GREAT Grace of Jesus, works of pure love
So we get eternity and so much else
Does it mean we defend those who steal and hurt others
again and again and again and again (only westerners)
When we suspect Syria used chemical weapons, we do not wait
We bomb the same day (in whose Name? Hubris, not Jesus)
So, let us help other nations prosper, reduce emigrants
And we will not have to return precious artefacts, pay millions in fines
And have courts tell us, "Don't separate refugee children from Moms"
Because we are forgiven much, given much (USA!) and need reminding:
Don't turn refugees as you did Jews in the 1940s from these shores
Or intern Japanese Americans because we went to war against Germany
(But preferred to turn yellow when race matters impinge on humanity)
Race matters .... yes, race matters: even in forgiving, it seems
No, to the question as title to this poem: Let's get real, kinder. Kinda ...
We hate one another.
We can't get together.
We know it's better to be friends,
But we just don't even bother.
Our turmoil is so intense.
It's at the end of our tether.
All the King's Horses
And all the King's Men
Couldn't get us together.
Oh, no, it's over. Why bother?
I love the weekend
I hate you week.
You demand, reprimand, and restrict me.
You order me around and poke me to move
You slap me in the face
You stomp on my feet
You sock me in the gut
You kick me in the shins
You suck the air from my lungs
And still expect me to breathe
And after all the pain I go through
For you
You tut-tut, shake you head and say:
‘You still got lots to do!’
I hate you.
I love you weekend!
You are my friend
Would that your blissful, lazy days
Would never end
You let me play
You love my laugh
You always indulge me
You let me sleep
You give me the space and time to be Me
Unlike your antagonist sibling, the week
Let me pass on a Friday night
Let me die on Saturday
Let me stick myself on Sundays
Let me stay, weekend, let me stay!
But no, you’re moving at your usual pace
Marching into yesterday
Bringing in the week with your departure
And silently murdering me
If you must
Do so
But don’t let me die in the week!
"...... define the moment or the moment will define you."
Quote By -Walt Whitman
Why loving at right hand
And hating at left hand?
When you love someone
With your full heart
And
Hating his " her" behaviour,
It is good as you want
To see him " her " change in the future
Some hypocrite people can call you
" HATER"
Because you hate
Their evil deeds.
If I mean to hate your characters
It does not express that I hate you
...(I love you so much.)
If you are grown spiritual ,
You will understand me well
But If you are not mature spiritual,
You can define me bad,
Badly , very ...very bad.
As you are spiritual blind,
Blinded by bogus
thoughts.
Being driven by some demons
Can be sometimes
The cause of doing
Bad things repeatedly.
When King Saul was possessed by evil spirits,
David played flute to drive - out
The demons which tormented him.
Many people hated the wrong deeds
Of King Saul and
They could not know the reasons of the Spirit Of God
to leave him,
While David was already anointed
And
Waited
For being appointed.
When you are leading by the Spirit of Christ Jesus
You understand yourself and others
Remember,
It is easy for a person who is
demon - possessed
to identify you
but It is so hard
for him" her "
to understand you.
Because the Spirit of Christ Jesus
Who is in you will always
Be the fire to him" her."
June 6th/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored
by Constance la France
What's that robed in gleaming emeralds rare,
Among the so-called dark-hued junkets plain?
So in blackest nooks glittering gems do glow,
Where prejudice would like them labelled vain?
Bravest arms that swift swords in virtue wave,
Cry for the very plunder their rawest valor gave;
Lying hands that didn't any valiant battles fight,
Claim the loot and push its owners out of sight.
Who is that warrior in harm's way yet unbent,
In peril's fierce path still going fast and stout?
See with what peerless conquest unparalleled,
The fitting patriot fags foes with fearless rout?
The country-loving martyr in clammy attires red,
Misses the full liberty into which his bravery led.
The country-hating bigot with faint fallacies bleak,
Takes all glory and dubs him an undeserving freak.
If Nature herself can't her succinct laws rewrite,
Don't tell me that Black is not as good as White!
The maddening click of key strokes
The shrilling of the phones
The crunch of crumbling paper balls
Slices to the bone
The dull humming of the copier
Four million paper clips
The smell of tacky wite out
So sick of all of it
It's like sitting in a coffin
This tomb with three gray walls
Choking on monotony
In a stifling, dreamless stall
I need to find the exit
Won't be like all of them
A dead eyed walking corporate corpse
Fake smiles, no brain stems
I know I need to hurry
Before they bury me away
And I become a pro quo victim
Soulless zombie for the pay
Scolding myself, hating myself,
I have to go on. What else is left?
Did you love me? I don`t know.
I said “farewell” and you let me go.
If you just played, then it`s all right.
I went away and it was my right.
I fell in love. It was my fault.
But if you loved me, why did you stop?
Frank frightens the ghouls with his green skin.
Greedy for more girlfriends, he reaches for them.
Lumbering along at a monstrous pace,
‘Why do they run,’ this empty thought.
‘Why do they prefer teeth marks and not his bolts?’
He tries sweet talk but only arghs and rumblings disturb
the night air, which is getting thick with smoke
from tortuous flame — now the horde is after him.
Pitchforks for hay become hateful weapons.
He asks himself why did he kill the only one on his side —
Doctor Frankenstein. He hides and weeps, staining
the cumbersome cube of his face. His clothes cling —
torn in sundry places where his muscular frame gave way.
Frank finds a side door unseen, slides into fresh air, finds
an alleyway where a small child weeps forgotten by the world.
She looks up and curiosity seeks comfort, her small hand
finds the sweaty palm of the enigma of this harvest night.
An orphan coos and shushes the repentant soul.
10/29/2018
Why do you see me by the
colour of my skin and not
the depth of what lies within,
why do you blame the culture
I'm from instead of seeing me
as just a human, why don't you
research history and see my
success and victory through
slavery? I walk into your shop,
thinking I'm there to steal so
your security follow me like
I'm on twitter but no I'm better.
Don't snare me for my shade
because of your hate or other
bad elements, I'm eloquent and
decent. My greater parents did
the time, almost like they were
sentence to life, treated like swines
when it was just the colour of our
skin suffering the brutal torment of
your sins. I don't hate you, yes I
blame you, yes I would irradiate
the thoughts of your hate so
you'd have no reason to celebrate
and hate on my beautiful shade,
yet you sit in the sun to emulate.
tonite i told you that forever
is gone
that i don't want
you no more.....
how i think it is manical
that you cannot see,
or say that anyway,
where you have
done me wrong
you only can tell
me over the phone,
that you don't want
me any more; you
said it first
like i did something bad
by wanting a real home
why not said i, what is
bad about that?
you said why not let us
go just like we are ?
what is wrong about
that?
i am so done with you
you have dragged me
thru the dirt long enough
with you chilling lies
now i have to go thru
a life threating operation
in a week and i thought
you would be waiting
for me.
i am so sorry i have
wasted 20 years of
my life on you.....
if i could hate
i almost could hate
you.
jan
I don’t want to forget you
Even though it’s ended
I still think we were meant to be
I hope we can mend it
My heart feels heavy
I have so much on my mind
So much to say
But you’ve left me behind
And it’s devastating
To know you’ve lost faith
You left without reason
Left me to wait
My minds trying to hate you
Then why is my heart being difficult?
~Call me pathetic… but I still hope you come home…~
When did we start hating nature?
Fields of flowers plowed under
Killed to make room for a Walmart
Miles of trees cut down to make a road
Grey asphalt with white and yellow lines
Lines that lead nowhere and everywhere
Air once clear and cool changed
Pollution turns the bright blue to brown
Chemical trails replace clouds
As the birds drop from the skies
Water once teemed with life
Is now covered with waste detergent
And slick with a million barrels of oil
Mother Nature gave us a gift
A pristine planet
Fresh air
Clean water
A world of trees and flowers.
Man decided to make it more efficient
To waste what she gave us
To slowly kill our planet
The question remains
When did we start hating nature?
They hate her laugh
They hate her style
They hate her staff
They hate her guile
They hate her swagger and generous grin
But above all else,
They hate she just may win!
I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way to walk
I hate the way you're always there
I hate the way you talk
I hate you for your stupid grin
I hate you're pretty face
I hate all of your many clothes
I hate that dress of lace
I hate the way you care for me
I hate the gifts you give
I hate the feeling of your skin
I hate the life you live
I hate the way you love me so
I hate the way I feel
I hate the fact that love won't die
I hate that you are real
I hate the fact that you're a saint
I hate that I'm in hell
I hate the way that I need you
I hate my icy shell
I hate when you are not around
I hate it when you dance
I hate the fact that you're right there
but I have missed my chance.