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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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"...... 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Like warring against faithful warriors,
I host these inside spirited voices
sometimes LeftWing win/win
and sometimes RightWing suboptimal win/lose,

Now outwardly accelerating toward deniable lose/lose climates--
narrow-minded nationalism
patriarchal religious privileged truth
xenophobic fears my own species will survive
to kill all others,
nihilism,
entropic dead ego-less apathy
un-ecosystemically pathological.

RightWing cynicism
feels like my hungry camouflaged wolf
impatiently...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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