Funny Hate Poems | Examples
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It’s time we simply just let go
of things that we’ve been taught to know
Perhaps not by a mom or dad
but by the world, it’s just so sad
To trash this group for doing that
“ It happens when that side’s at bat”
and these folks do or don’t belong
but how is being human wrong
It’s funny how a color plays
that history, if learned, conveys
Inherited ideas and blame
instead of thinking, what a shame
So have your God, your church, your pew
and live and let live, why can’t you
For wrong is wrong and right is right
and many books can shed that light
Let’s look inside and just find love
from all around or from above
And maybe you’ll begin to see
The problem that I have is me
Oh!
Love
In love
Is
Loving love
That hates
hate.
Following me wherever I go
My greatest fear and my biggest foe
Long dark nights you keep me awake
Even the beating of your heart
And your breathing like a snake
I wish you would leave me alone
I hear your voice every time I pick up the phone
I tried one time to hurt you
I watched the rock as it flew
Seven years of bad luck but I’m still not done with you
Zafar I am damsel in distress,,
Shall we play femdom mistress?
Note.chalye kidray lari aday etc.
why was i even born
my teachers like me
my friends like me
even think i’m funny
but my mom hates me
she hates me
she thinks i’m a burden
and that i’m a bad kid
she wishes i was never born
she never said that
she sees my face and want to hurt me
she said that
i cry myself to sleep
i don’t do anything right
i have bad skin
and a bad body
i like school
i see my friends
i do good in class
i get on the bus and i’m sad
i hate home
i walk through the door
i have something to do
i can’t relax
only time i relax is when i’m on the bus
or when i die
so why was i born
i sometimes wish i weren’t
another reason my mom hates me
i dont understand why she had me
if she only wants to hate me
she loves my older siblings
and my younger sister
so why can’t she love me
why am i so unlovable
everyone loves me
she hates me
i hate me
Jokes need laughter but
No laughter was concluded
The joke must be you
It’s pure as fresh snow
and as pale as a ghost.
It’s the shade on the light spectrum
that I loathe the most.
A beluga whale, the milky moon
and the aftermath of bleach
and all my body’s hidden places
just out of the sun’s reach.
It lies on unlined paper
and rests on decaying bones.
On a virginal wedding dress
in the trash, it should be thrown.
A fluffy marshmallow,
billowy clouds and certain rice
just add them to the growing list
of the hue that fails to entice.
I can’t stress this sentiment enough
this tint is truly beastly.
On baby powder, salt, and mayo,
the color white is not for me.
*I wrote this poem on April 6, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 6 and the prompt was: Write a poem inspired by a color. It’s pretty obvious what color I choose from reading my poem, but if you are still stumped after you finish, reread the last line. Thanks, and as always, leave me some love.
a-lot-a money
how you run it
doesn’t want her to go
Seen ‘‘em leave
like rookie pro
Stormy clouds are traveling through your heart
And bitter grudges are ruining your happiness
Hate destroys and love builds everything which
Is beautiful. Get a grip on yourself while the midday sun
Shines on the neighboring hills and on the blue sea
Being angry, day and night, is bad and dangerous
Start by gathering a myriad of beautiful roses
For your life. Sometimes one must stop for breaks
You are the only person in the world who's perfect
What will you do, dear friend, on your last birthday?
Because you must weed and burn the grudges and excuses
You need more light; it's time to change the fuses
Humility is a divine gift. You must drown the grudges
That block you from living under the light of beautiful moons.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Mar jaain gay mar jaain gay
Tujhay phir ham yad ain gay..
So you think yourself funny by taking the pi$$
By being disrespectful with malicious dis
Trying to be clever with sarcasm wit
Thinking yourself; a self-righteous big hit.
Venomous words, cruel snide remarks
Gathered together, like circling sharks
Point scoring never brings any peace
Dark side of mocking; hate does increase.
You may seem to others sweet as a mouse
Get yourself help, then sort your own house
Your not worth my time, your words won't displace
I'll be saying no more, except your a disgrace.
17.11.21
Last week, I walked up to a woman,
My arms encircling her un-notified waist,
After stiffly pointing out to some man
His not- funny miscalculations from childish haste…
Only yesterday was trailing after another woman in hilarity
Over her hip-describing shorts
And a not-tall one for a charity,
My eyes her high-heeled shoes giving teasing shots.
All these: grudge-unleashing embarrassment
And in even kangaroo courts, a harassment;
A boulder-large embarrassment, an embrace by the insane
Sincerely acting one’s old acquaintance,
To surely leave one in palpable pain
A creditor for his money breathing open threats of disturbance.
Embarrassment is that a woman could kill for,
Of her gross belittling, exceedingly sure ;
Some wives proceeding on hunger strike
Until the sadists their husbands join them to dislike.
Squarely, a pitying of self while wallowing in shame,
A never ever feeling the same
With a shovelful of agitation
For the deliberate intimidation,
Sufferers carelessly freeing the lock to Violent Reaction
On the spot, denied the Shock Absorber for humorless action.
Do you love me? I can't tell
Threw me in a wishing well
"Wish you'd pull me out" I said
"Sure, I'll do that, when you're dead."
For some people
Be it family or friends
No matter what good
You do for them
It’s never enough
You could be the person
Who takes care of them
And wants nothing in return
Instead of helping you
They’ll still do things that’s
Unhealthy for them and
Choose to not listen to you, but
As soon as they get sick
Or in trouble they’ll rush you
To pick up the pieces for them
Straighten out the mess
All the while putting you
Into stressful situations
You’re helping them not
Because you have to
You’re doing it from the heart
It’s funny, how they’ll hard
Time the one who helps
An lavish the ones who
Does nothing for them
Now you’re torn between
Your heart and your feelings
Until one day you say
Enough is enough and
Walk away, because
You have feelings to
Sometimes we grow short
The perfect height for special missions
Ideal for infiltration behind enemy lines
Or licking pussycat shaped lollies midget style
We will strike at will
And achieve our aims
War mission or five-aside buddy
We live on mars