Mystery Hate Poems

Hate is the souvenir from lips,
who echo darkness,
words like swords, piercing 
into soft flesh, hearts 
breaking beneath the weapon’s
sickening crack, words 
erasing the hope of...

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His tainted maiden I be,
Not king nor gentleman 
But the Mafioso
His tales travelled wide
Terror and fear
In name of respect he owns

In his heart a rot...

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Words in the Wind

By Mark D. Stucky
Winds carried away the words
that Jesus, the Word made flesh,
wrote in the dust,
while sitting near a trembling woman,
who was...

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Right foot snaps in place ushering a new perspective, 
tremor within the ankle. 
This electric energy drives up the knee, 
the unknown. 
Piercing eyes has...

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The love of a mother fills your heart with nothing but joy
The love of a mother makes you fearless,brave and humble 
This love is what...

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Me: "Bing, the intended rhyme scheme for the poem below is ABABAB; and I made additional changes in line 9 of the poem in order...

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I hold it quite tattered
To have someone flattered,
All the time, some John mattered:
Such Johns are soon scattered!

Many still call me 'Prof',
Thank God some would just...

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I want to be able to like myself 
see what those who love me see
Still why I dwell on those who hate 
Is a constant...

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I hate you.
I hate your friends 
I hate me
I hate sleep
I hate my body 
I hate waking up in the morning pretending everything's Ok.
I hate...

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I ll go download illegal games from illegal websites ,
get my location tracked and webcam hacked.
No pressure inside my chest it's just my wrecked head,
I...

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Hot the lost lovers rage 
Walk within pantheons of gilded brigades
The passions roar as idolized lost sages
Of some immense meaning 
In supernatural things 
Without rhythms...

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OF THE NEW FLESH

A returned to open channels 
Open to the unknown the beyond 
Burning humming like angry hornets
Bottled in electric light and shadows 
The...

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When a nation cries, death rides the reaper is a stride, the loss of reasons in a Ludacris season, where men of nations think they...

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I dine on your ashes
I choke on your hypocrisy  
I sit n tolerate 
This mockery 
This travesty of me
I feel my skin crawl with…...

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Reflections are divergent 
images composite
negatives of dreams 
an alternate stream. 

Calculations of precise reality reflected.
diverge and coalesce? In memories 
Stacked as photographs fade…

Reflections are divergent...

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