Best Hypocrites Poems
THERE ARE SO MANY PREACHERS TRYING TO BE TEACHERS BUT INSTEAD THEY ARE LEACHERS.
LYING,CHEATING AND CREEPING AROUND LIKE A SNAKE IN THE GRASS COVERING UP HIS SLYNESS WITH SOPHISTICATION AND CLASS.
THE DEACONS ARE CREEPING ON WHO THEY CAN PREY ON NEXT WHO THEY CAN DEVOUR WHO THEY CAN EAT UP.
PRETENDING TO SHOW SINCERITY WHILE ALL THE TIME THEY ARE LOOKING FOR WHO THEY CAN PULL INTO THEIR OWN CIRCLE.
THE LADIES LOOK DOWN ON THE OUTSIDERS FAILING TO REALIZING THAT THEY WERE ONCE IN THEIR SHOES.
THEIR NOSES RISE SO HIGH IF IT RAINED THEY WOULD DROWN SNIFFING THEIR FANCY PERFUMES INSTEAD OF BREATHING THE WORD OF GOD.
INSTEAD OF MINISTERING TO THOSE IN NEED THEY ARE AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS TRYING TO UPSTAGE EACH OTHER.
WITH OUTFITS,CARS AND OTHER MATERIAL THINGS IT IS SUCH A SHAME HOW THE PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD BEHAVE.
WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF GOING TO CHURCH IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE ANGRY.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO CHURCH IF IT IS NOT FOR THE LORD.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO CHURCH IF IT IS NOT FOR THE RIGHT REASONS.
PLEASE HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND THAT IF PEOPLE WOULD STOP AND LOOK AT THEMSELVES BEFORE THEY LOOK AT ANYONE ESLE THEY WOULD KNOW THAT!
To those, regardless of political affiliation or party, personal or religious philosophy, or gender or orientation, or ethnicity who are fake or phony. To say it bluntly, " I would rather spend time with a wh-re instead of a bore. The former has more character, most likely.
Peer into the red,
white and blue,
the forsaken rag on a lue,
whose bruises black and blue;
existentially ban the truth.
Hear the speech and it's waves,
defending freedoms none may claim
in a hypocritical world;
where we all shed our tears in plural.
The sons and daughters in their graves,
with their accolades, courage lapels
honor medals lay;
screaming betrayal at the ploy,
sacrifices null and void.
Dragging out the freedom.
Dragging out the freedom.
Dragging out our freedoms and our rights.
Dragging out the freedom.
Dragging out the freedom.
The hypocrites have come to power;
tonight.
- This poem was directly inspired by this youtube video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=My29YT1T4R4
At the playground today
I saw the park manager smoking a cigar,
and after a few puffs she squashed it out on the pavement,
"You know the dumpster really ain't that far!"
I was about to yell but then realized
I was feeding the ducklings (of all possible things),
while my baby what left
neglected and weeping on the swings!
Quick to mount their soapbox
Wailing about this and that
Throwing poison darts at so and so
When they also wear the mask
Of those they're railing against
A paragon of virtue, aren't they?
It really gets me going Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 05/05/2019
So many people in this world
Free do not have their conscious formed properly
Twisted wisdom uses the Bible to justify acts of defiance against God
Who am I to judge when our Precious Lord said if you love Me keep my commandments
A sad sorry state of any nation that denies the truth
The blind suffer poor knowledge justifying their actions in words and deeds
When we tread the needle it's transparent what is sewn
My soul hears the cries of a child,
its tears, tethered to the whims of fate.
Children shackled to poverty,
without a future, and bereft of love;
struggle to survive in a world of plenty.
And we exploit their plight,
pretending to care, if they live or die;
by sponsoring phony, profitable charities.
But the fact is, we care little for them;
they're mere propaganda fillers for political news.
We go to church, bend our knees, and pray
to God to forgive our sins.
But we believe we've found a loophole in
God's unconditional love;
how can He fault us for using our free will?
But God commanded us to love our neighbor;
that choice was never left to us.
Humans are hypocrites and charlatans;
who claim to be compassionate beings.
For we allow hungry children to starve to death,
without feeling any remorse or guilt.
We view their world as somehow make-believe,
convincing ourselves their suffering can't be real.
Sunshine, clear visibility...
Youthful noon spies bridal eve
Naive groom lost in solemn dreams of knots
Leaving much still to the eagle's eye
And when the sun resumed, the bride was lost
Cloud cover, fair visibility....
I heard of the brighter days
When warriors pant less
A cup of coffee, and war is never ending
But I met the fogs, so thick
The closer.....we lost guard and sight
The fogs knocked our doors gently
Fear made no man squeaked
They tore the doors down with daggers
Amid sobs of agony and indifferent tweets
They brought iron doors on our wooden frames
And left with the keys
Clear visibility, cold, windy......
The rain has gone
Now our plants suffers cold
Our streets are flooded
Now we sobberlessly sob
Chanting cynical panegyrics to the innocent sky
The Sky that washed our hopes
Heaven that raped us back to square one
The priest has spoken - 'peace is cheap'
'but our very clan is the cost of our future'
We all are gonna die
My emotions run like ranging water,
It’s this pain that is making me hate,
Feeling a red-hot anger to them hypocrites,
Who laughs with me, dine with me,
Walk with me and call me sweet names,
Only to realize they are sweet nothings,
While stabbing me down to the core.
With this my soul is exploding,
Losing the little faith left in them,
My heart distances itself from them,
Even my eyes can’t bear looking at them,
My laughter is lost when am close,
And tears drown me in sea of sorrows,
While hypocrites tears me down the middle.
In their wicked laughter am left in tears,
In their celebrations am left in tatters,
In my cries they celebrate in laughter,
In every wrong moments they cherish,
In my failures they talk on day long,
And in my drawbacks they flourish,
For these are Draculas in the dark caves.
When am with them am the best,
When am closer they are my best friends,
When am doing well they share in success,
Tagging me as the best friend world ever,
But wait when am not closer to them,
All they talk about is me morning to dawn,
For they are vipers sucking my blood.
BERNARD WACHIRA
ORIGINAL POEM.
White clothes wear for virtue's candidates to appear yet pitch-black their souls stay!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 August 2017
* Just back for today!
Hypocrites and bullies
Come in every shape and form
They don’t all live under rocks
Or openly and disdainfully scorn
Many portray themselves
As caring individuals with superior intellect
Voicing their behaviour as advice or just humour
Yet the outcome has the same damaging affect
Its unkind and unnecessary
Designed only to hurt
No matter how its decorated or delivered
It is bullying behaviour you assert
You intimidate and belittle
You are simply cruel
Just own who you are
You hateful ,hypocritical fool!
The old pen roles back and hard
a spank to ye hypocrites!
Depart from holy places of worship.
Initiating man to man wedlocks,
shame! Shame! Shame!
What do your holy books say?
Oh! You read 'em upside down!
What's sin to you?
Adam had Eve- a woman.
As wife!
Shame to ye hypocrites.
Father, we plea forgiveness
they've politically compromised
holiness with selfishness. Hypocrites!
"RETURN OF THE DEAD HYPOCRITES"
the dead hypocrites have risen
from their graves and I'm
not the epitome of an honor-
able man.
to the dead hypocrites,
my life has gone nowhere and
since I've never had their god
in my life,
the Chicano has derailed.
to the dead hypocrites,
the Chicano's life is wandering
the desert naked and alone.
the dead hypocrites say I'm
headed for an eternity of misery.
so be it.
I know poetry isn't misery.
I know my manhood is intact.
manhood... whatever the hell that
means.
I know my life isn't misery.
I know their god is...
if the old saying is true and
misery loves company,
I can see why they want the best
to join their Dead Hypocrite
society...
...and I can't blame them.
By: Chicano Eddie
3312017
Hypocrites
By: Tom
8/7/2019
Haiku
The main “Jaw Jackers”
Want no wall and gun control.
They’re the exception.
Most have walls and armed security at their homes 24/7
Saturday night sinners belly up to the bar
Not a worry, not a care
Come Sunday morning, it will all be alight
Heading to church in a fancy car
Got to get there before the Jones get there
And forget about last night
Saturday night juke box, now singing in the choir
Halo is crooked and nose in the air
After the sermon, got to go teach Sunday school
Warning sinners of Hell's burning fire
"Oh how they need a prayer"
"We are so blessed living by our Golden Rule"
The preacher is preaching the Holy Word
Worn to a frazzle with his last request
"Who is going to pay for this new church wing"
And the plate is passed through the herd
But they do their best
And the preacher tells the choir to sing
Down the street, in the shade of an old oak tree
Down on his knees, a sinner is praying
In a church built by God
"Lord, will you please forgive me"
"I hope that you can hear what I am saying"
Wonder who is the most believed by God"