Hatred. Poems - Poems about Hatred.

Is it really hatred or something much deeper?

They told me I was pretty for a black girl
But if that is the case
You want me to interpret that as being special
That out of every black girl
Im the exception
To your pre conceived perception
To how you view a black woman

The only way to take it
Is as an insult
Black women are beautiful
But your attitude isn't
And when

WHY DO YOU MARRY?

For some, it’s a softer escape
A flight from silence, not quite love
As if a ring alone could mend a soul
Bruised by too many “maybe tomorrows."

To others, it’s help dressed in vows
A lifeline tied to daily needs
To fatten the pig at market day
Turn union into means to feed.

Some whisper “love” with shaky lips
But love to them,

Mouthless

I have seen a lot in this life,
The only thing I haven't seen is that which doesn't exist,
I have seen a lot in this life,
That which my mouth cannot explain.

Tell us what you saw Mr. Stephen,
What is it you saw that Troubles you,
Did you see the rainbow or seven colours of madness,
Tell us Mr. Ekemezie

Take Me Home

Take Me Home
to the cages of ur arms 
trap our happiness inside me until my lungs 
can no longer fill with my own hatred 
Find my hands 
And remind me 
What a true home can feel like
Take me home

thrilled to see the hatred go

She was thrilled to be in the nightgown commercial
When the rain fell, the photographer said let’s not give up
She had no idea what this would mean to her career
She danced, frolicked and pretended to love the rain
Feeling like a fake, a poser, wondering when it would be over
The photographer kept snapping photos.
She was getting miffed.
It

Silence of the West

 

Clouds of smoke billowed over ruined buildings 

That once were homes safe and welcoming. 

Schools where children were learning, 

Hidden now from view by dust clouds billowing. 

 

Out of the dust men came with guns began to fire, 

Indiscriminate in who they killed mothers, fathers. 

Such a wailing of grief rose to the

My hatred weaves into verses like a serpent of smoke

My hatred weaves into verses like a serpent of smoke,
I am a sad poet who bathes his pen in blood and shadows,
I seek my reason in the past, in those days that seem never to die,
And memories are my muses, ghosts nesting in my soul.
My hatred grows when I uncover my scars,
Turning them into fresh

The girl who had a voice bigger than hatred But a heart that wanted to be accepted

She was the girl that went unnoticed
She kept herself small, she didn't want to be the focus
But deep in her pockets
Her biggest secret
She was a poet

It wasn't some big revelation
Like she had already known it
Her lack of confidence wouldn't let her do it
But little did she know she was already chosen
When she was born her

Rage and Hatred

Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly
Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle
Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort,
Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame.

After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious,
Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to
Destroy

Hiku: two friends in love

life feels so e a s y
when two true friends
 
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Love or hate

How Long a wait will my weak feet endure?
For many years On your snub I still wail.
Yet Veils of lies don’t cover your allure;
Your Elegance I still cannot but hail.

Your words Often fail to convey passion,
Your heart Remains closed off to compassion,
Since you Heave out too little in response,
Within the Arcade of hatred you ensconce.

With

Carnival of Hatred

“Come one, come all!”
The hawker summons
Try your luck
On the unmoored Ferris wheel

Hurl a dart
At the Kewpie dolls
Win one for the lady
To consummate the deal

(Chorus)
Intruders in the festival
Outsiders at the gates
Nothing like a carnival
To bring up dormant hates

Where the pavement meets the grass
Behind the stand of funnel cakes,
Someone's getting hornery
Their pants down at their feet

This balloon-tank

Fear Will Breed Hate

"Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater." -George Washington Carver
"Men often hate each other because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don't know each other; they don't know each other because they can not communicate; they can not communicate

Dedication for love

dedication for love

You’re being noticed by others,
While I search for your love.
I’ve been lied to, knowing I've been
Replaced by your mother's love.
Oh, what can I get in return?

I've taken all the warmth from your arms
But it's futile; we're nothing worthwhile.
You seem to be unaware of my needs,
though I need you more than ever.

I lost myself

A Slave to Paradise

Becoming a slave to my own paradise,
Becoming clingy to my own disregarded appetites,
Becoming a prisoner of my own created prison,
Becoming lonesome in my own crowd.

Recognising something lethal,
Pouring out something eternal,
Bearing some dirt of civilisation,
Tearing apart the burden of my own existence.

I've created my own traps,
Living forever in my own satire.
No appeal on the docket today;
I

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