Rhyme Hate Poems | Examples
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... First take the log out of your own eye, and then you will be able to see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye.
~Matthew 7: 5 GNT
If you want to stop fascism
check in the mirror,
make sure you're not the one
being cupbearer!
Racism, ageism, sexism, name it!
If there was tech-ism, we’d have to game it
Why should the pattern of reckless decision
Further a hate based on sex or religion
Why not let love and let live be your “ism”
Spreading its beauty like light through a prism
Loveism, likeism, careism, make it!
After a while, you would not have to fake it
What if our would had no isms at all
Changing the course of our strange little ball
Love and let live and leave others alone
Foster the greatest true love ever known
Been walking towards the moon.
I won't be getting there soon
Following to wherever it may lead
Beyond greed
Beyond the need of strife
A simple life
I seek to find
Hate left behind
A heart so kind
Cause I feel the need
Of a soul freed
Sailing through the sky
Thought I could fly
At least I could try
My heart let me down
I refused to drown
I choose
Not to break loose
Keeping myself grounded
It sounded
Reasonable at the time
Living lost in some rhythm
No tear shall I cry
As time passes bye
From young to old
My body starts to fold
Still, I follow the light
It burns so bright
Never letting it go
Basking in its glow
Cause I know
As long as I live
There's so much left to give
Can't say nope
I keep holding on to hope
It's my only rope
Facing each day
Following the way
Closer than ever before
Towards my time to soar
A heart set free
The peace that be
Tomorrow
No sorrow
Made my way
Through each day
Sometimes,
In some rhythms
It takes two
The heart so true
Lost in some yesteryear
I got past the tears
Even on my own
Remembering all I was shown
My heart has grown
I know today
love is the only way
Turn down your violent rhetoric, America, you’re losing your soul.
Wish I could, but the First Amendment has no volume control.
And what if the violent rhetoric gets dangerously loud?
That’s what the Second Amendment is all about.
So you can offer no hope, no guiding instruction?
Just what Mark Twain saw a long time ago:
Every civilization carries the seeds of its own destruction.
If you plant the seeds of love
You'll reap gorgeous flowers of love
If you spray the seeds of hate
Many plants and trees
Will blossom flowers of hate
And you won't like the fate
Nobody enjoys death and miseries
Ugly, dirty and evil flowers
And people with ill manners
Love is the answer
Hate is a toxic cancer
Be positive and make sense
All the time
Is obviously not a crime
Violence is unacceptable
Peace is divine and preferable
Please use good common sense.
Copyright © May 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Truth seeker,
hunting the hunter
or the huntress
eccentric poets
bizarre motives,
but interesting
and fascinating.
Unwrap that string
so tangled in knots,
future teller of
which it brings,
a day seller
a night calmly sings.....
Pretentiously
and weirdly
My poetry
brings fools
to their knees,
Am, I cool?
A fascination,
morbidly
and curiously?
I am the double agent
Don't mess with me
9/11
America is a place we would all love to go,
But on September 11th is was bombed by people we didn't know.
It may have been an ordinary Tuesday
People walking here and there
But on that dreadful day
People's lives were blown away.
Firemen, police and paramedics lost their lives
Just trying to do their job to survive.
People didn't know if their loved ones
We're alive or dead
Is this how the world should be?
Is this how the world will end?
People were still searching for survivors
Searching the whole town through
But many of us already know
Survivors were just a few.
The few who survived the bombing
The few who can tell the trauma to the end.
The dead were close family
Family as well as friends.
So let's put our hands together
And together we will pray
That nothing like this
Will never happen again.
So let us bless those who lost their lives
And give peace to those who survived.
A silent scream cannot be seen
Nor captured within our hearing
It lies inert somewhere between
Our normalcy and our fearing
A silent scream is colored green
When envious matters may strike
And one so preen becomes so mean
With quiet rage and hate alike
She was the brightest ray of sunshine
That warmed a chilly day
A gentle cool breeze
That could blow those blues away
What happened to that sweet girl
That turned her heart black
Hatred in her soul
She walked away and never looked back!
They glare with eyes like frozen steel,
Piercing, yet blind to what is real.
They see the frame, not the flame,
And brand me with a borrowed name.
Their hearts beat cold, devoid of grace,
Slander drips from lips that never face
The truth I carry, bold and bare—
A golden heart they wouldn’t dare.
They speak in tongues of defamation,
Crafting myths from accusation.
As if I’m carved for crucifixion,
A symbol of their own affliction.
But I do not break—I crystallize.
I rise beneath their shallow lies.
Resilience is my quiet hymn,
A light that does not beg to dim.
So I ask you now, with open hand,
Do you think I’m a sacrificial lamb?
Or am I the storm they failed to tame—
The soul they tried, but could not name?
I am cold-forged, born of frost and flame,
A heart of gold beneath the blame.
Not prey, not pawn, not silent ghost—
But the truth they fear to face the most.
They hate us, and we hate them
We can’t learn and they can’t teach
We disdain and they condemn
The most real deal we reach
Is the postponement of war
That would crush this world to dust
It’s the only way we know
And they know it quite like us
Both sides sometimes come to terms
Both pretend that its ok
But we always make u turns
And they know we are to blame
So we bark at them and they
Give it back well amplified
And it goes like everyday
That’s the progress of mankind.
black female warrior
(2/7/13)
She was my black female warrior and she stood proud and tall
And upon her shoulders, her silk hair did fall
A spear in one hand and an axe in the other
No one would mess with her, not even her brother.
The strength of a lion searching for prey
She would not let anything stand in her way.
She knew where she lived - it was a jungle out there
But she was strong in spirit and did not care.
She is the black warrior and as strong as can be
You will find her in the annexes of history.
Just like the movie of "BETTY AND CORETTA"
Who showed what they can do- when they stood
Up against the politicians of the RED, WHITE and BLUE.
We are still being monitored by the land, air and sea
But we'll continue the fight so that we could be free.
These two women are the black warriors who walk
Hand in hand with all oppressed people who are willing to take a stand.
I am Hispanic and we've been denied many rights
Just like any other nationality, we're all willing to fight.
It does not matter our color, religion or
Sexual preference that we may have
"ONE NATION UNDER GOD WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL"
That is FREEDOMS CALL.
© L. RAMS
She came down screaming, cloaked in flame,
A bolt of spite, no soul to tame.
From hilltop high she cast her spell—
The art of slander, taught too well.
They built her shrines in whispered breath,
In gossip’s grip, they danced with death.
Her tongue, a blade that cuts unseen,
Yet worshiped like some vengeful queen.
She taught them how to twist the truth,
To poison joy, corrupt the youth.
No proof required, no facts to weigh—
Just sharpened words to flay and flay.
I walk beneath her shadowed reign,
Each rumor like a drop of rain.
It floods my name, it stains my skin,
A war I never asked to win.
They speak as if their hearts are stone,
No warmth, no grace, just undertone.
Their minds are mirrors cracked with spite,
Reflecting only what’s not right.
No thought of kindness, no repair,
Just venom laced in vacant stare.
They feed on fear, they starve on hope,
And swing their lies like braided rope.
Yet still I rise, though torn and bruised,
Refusing to be so misused.
For truth, though quiet, holds its ground—
And Slanderella will be drowned.
So far, they go -
A distant throw -
Down simple snow -
Forgotten.
And yet, a maid -
Through crime, parade -
And riches swayed -
Ill-gotten.
The weak confide -
Then run to hide -
To turn the tide -
Now rotten.
A dream, they’ll fade -
The cuts, been made -
No chance, persuade -
Stained cotton.
I saw a butterfly in the sky
from a memory a tear came to my eye
through transcendence it had arrived
it wasn’t in any way contrived
our oneness with loved ones passed will always last
the truth is no longer masked we are one the die is cast
life is good when understood through the Light
nothing can hide from it not even night
I love the life we share in this incarnation
I’m grateful to have been born in this nation
hear my voice it’s freedom of voice that has peeked our imagination
allowing the further development of this manifestation
and yes in this time of our greatest despair
they’re people everywhere that are courageous and still care
the hating must stop we need a correction
our hope lies in moving in a new direction