Loathing Poems - Poems about Loathing

Love me, goddamn it, just love me. I know that I'm worthy or deserving of something, at least, don't make me get on my knees and beg again. Oh, wait, I forgot- I'm not allowed to be vulnerable. ...

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i wake up in a body that is not mine who tied these strings to my bones and made me dance -– there are eyes i cannot see but they see me whispersofverses.com for more i guess they weigh me down with their silence with their judgment -– the mirror whispers you are not enough not the face not the heart not the soul it spits back what i already know -– how do you live when your shadow feels...

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You are a tree with thousands of leaves. Yet you let them splatter. You are human being who deceives, thence your leaves do not matter. Without your leaves, You are a tree waiting for its chopper. You are just a jabber, with nothing to consider. You are less momentous than before Hence, they are your virus with no cure. In their presence You become more attractive....

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Deep down inside, I carry this constant self-loathing, It's more than just a passing feeling—it's like a heavy burden I can't shake. Some days, I struggle to eat, going without proper meals, And I avoid looking in the mirror, skipping makeup to avoid facing myself. I seem to ruin every relationship I have, Hurting the people I care about the...

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Confusion, disillusion, intrusion, conclusion, Such is life’s ever-changing, smiling face Ferocity, atrocity, generosity, velocity, A whirlwind of emotions, a fate you can't erase. Alienation, fascination, cancellation, race-relation, Seeking understanding, longing for a deeper connection. Enduring, procuring, assuring, alluring, In this journey of life, we keep pressing on in every direction.. Oh, the human experience, so vast yet inclusive, In our hearts and in these...

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My suit of self-loathing no longer fits The mirror of compassion tells me so Years of bad-intentions held back growth After a time, the length of my sleeves bind I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized These angry pants are fit for a small child How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket Like it or...

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Evict me from this grimy house My son asked me what self-loathing is His home still occupied with laughter I was taken aback by his cleanliness I told him it gathers like dust over time Sweep my house free of grime Adults self-loathe their homes best I bade him to keep his house clean I spoke from my home in unrest With...

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On Pimple Pond Pocked, our dreams spurt from cabin walls. Woolen cover and cotton pillow catch pin point boils from day breaking, like pitted glass. White pebbled path meanders the hill’s cheek, wet from being squeezed by nights cold hard hands, to where set-tables will not wait our scrubs, pastes and pleas for clarity like hot egg...

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Personal vicissitudes pronounced irrepressible self loathing Ever since mine late boyhood when unstoppable coded cellular processes did segue I experienced abhorrence toward yours truly, an extremely introverted kid, whose parents nor siblings (one younger and older sister) could not arouse him out of his emotional torpor (even enlisting powers of druid) akin being on par with Peter Peter pumpkin eater..., whereby he (meaning author who crafts this...

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Overwhelming thoughts pour into my head with every breath that I take. Maybe if it was a bit more quiet I wouldn’t shut down from every little mess I make. In time this empty shell gets filled with pity and loathing, for the person that I’ve made. I know I will lose control one day,...

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I must detest one, just the one, yes, battle within myself so that I can love the rest. I use words and phrases that hold my sense of conflict so that my strict faith may rest in my wish to love. Our grip on love may not exist; so let it not slip into the wasteland of my mind - a mind that holds so much...

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The mind is a mysterious vessel It carries decisions and memories of yesterday but No matter how many whiskeys, they will not disappear It replays life altering choices Alongside choices not made, in a whine A stamp of regret imprinted on the brain The only way to erase it, through death As Sisyphus, my punishment is grueling but deserved The ache of...

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My messed up mind draws a blank, My motivational efforts have sank Nothing but a chaotic stream of stagnant thoughts, Starting a mental battle which continuously has to be fought, Sleep deprived and mentally drained, My eyes can’t lie they truly show there strained, Trying to hide my psychotic state from everyone, Even though the person I once new...

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Scrub away the remnants of emblazoned colours that have mixed down to mud. Settled in pore. Scraped through every crease. Dead finery clings in layers that have fused over years, bringing me closer to a man I don’t know. Brittle skin. Exposed to morning air. I cut myself open and count the secret rings of my idiocy. If I dress this wound that mimics a smile I...

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I am your defication I am farted galvanism To be wiser than one's creator Is no great source of pride....

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