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Growing up with smiling faces
Tripping over untied laces
Laughing with a light in our
eyes
When exactly did the innocence
die
Staring at my reflection, I
watch
Judgment morphs my features,
in shock
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Will you be happy when the
numbers fall
Make up face, tiny waist
Not enough and dreams are
chased
Insults whip from your
venomous tongue
Leaving lashes on my skin, 12
years young
You said you were my friend, a
knife in my back
I try to compensate for the
things I lack
Mirror, mirror on the wall
For your redemption I will crawl
Through the hate society brings
PERFECTION the media sirens
sing
Deathly thin and too much
concealer
Everyone tries, but nothing can
heal her
Darkened eyes and foggy
thoughts
Look at what your "standards"
brought
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I bow to your subjective call
From the land of make believe
I surface with the reality that
made me leave
Not good enough! The voices
shout
Be thinner, be prettier! All this
doubt
Killing the teenager before the
fight
Nothing you can do will make
this right
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Why is it now, I feel so small
She's dead! She's dead!
Society's surprised
He's broken! He's bleeding!
Your plan devised
Break us down because we're
not conforming
"The world is your stage!" Well
I'm done performing
Toss aside my feelings no
longer
You must hate that I'm getting
stronger
Mirror, mirror on the wall
No more influence, I'm
standing tall
Picking up the pieces and
sorting them through
Shatter the deceiving image
that once hurt
Control it no longer the truth
we must blurt
Breaking us down will happen
no more
Now all your shards fall to the
floor
Mirror, mirror on the wall
We are the fairest of them all
Believe in us and you will see
Everything I know we can be
We have so much color all around us
so much beauty to fill our senses
everything we see and touch and taste
in the songs we hear
in the scent of lovers mingled
in everything we've been given
there is a rainbow around us.
A multitude of shades and hues
from the bright of light
to the richest deep dark
to the red of blood
the essence of all life
coursing through the flesh
in which we live.
Red the color of life.
But hate has no color
it is void and blank
lashing out in its blindness
not caring at who it strikes
or what it takes.
The smell of hate is rank and vile.
It leaves a bitter taste
on the tongues of all who it touches.
It feeds on our minds
breeds in our hearts
makes us spill precious blood
planting its seed wherever it goes
soiling everything in its path
and fouling the air with its stink.
The color of hate is death
but the color of love
is a rainbow.
Love binds us together.
Unites us.
A tightly knit prism
of many hues blended
each one of us given a choice.
We can sow love into all we do
into every life we touch
and into all that we say
or we can hate.
I choose rainbows.
Can you see the fog enveloping me,
You, and the world like a dark and bloodied blanket.
Can you see them inhaling the hate like a sweet aroma,
and exhaling the love like it’s a poisonous gas.
No longer will we last in this fog,
Of death we set for our self’s.
As we experiment on animals,
Then humans to further our selfish needs.
Then we try to justify it by means,
Of false cures, hope, and technological advancement.
I hate this society,
in general I hate human beings.
I even hate me.
But I do love my mother,
Mother earth that is.
People speak of peace,
And love.
But in the end there the ones committing,
This genocide to our future seeds.
I guess there’s no
Such thing as a good deed.
And if there is, it’s sure to have a price tag on it.
Like everything does.
Can you see this cigarette smoke clouding my heart,
as it chokes anyone that tries to enter or leave its wastelands.
For the fog of society has, blinded my vision.
To a better world.
Form:
Colors, colors, is all I hear and see but can you say what matters other than trivial matters
about your ethnicity or your so called set.
For Ignorance breeds violence
As Violence breeds hate
And hate paves the way for more hate and a sense of helplessness and sadness.
Turning back a full circle to the ignorance you choose to embrace.
You see it’s a never ending cycle
But listen,
But listen to this
All Eyes are closed
As Freedom screams in pain but one man open his eyes and answers to help
Freedom screams again and again and still all eyes stay closed
Now oppressions speaks and still no one opens their eyes
Then again oppression speaks offering peace and all eyes open greeting him with welcoming
arms.
Don’t let bearers of false gift and hope cloud your judgment
As freedom lay dying, oppression stands up right holding you, its weapon.
The saddest satisfaction
I call you when I know
You're no good for anyone
Don't know how to ween off
I don't hate you
I hate the things you do
The things you say
The things you don't mean
But say anyways
The saddest truth
I know about you
Is that you're not
Entirely bad
You're just too selfish
To stop what you do
I don't know you
I wish I did
I want to help you
But is it even worth it
Are you even willing
Or am I a waste like you?
The saddest night
Was laying next to you
Hearing you sigh and
Not being able to see your eyes
Knowing we both laid broken
I wish I could tell you things
I wish I wasn't so closed off
I wish you knew I don't love you
I wish you knew I use you to feel
If I even feel anything at all
The saddest thing
Is I don't think you care
It's OK I don't care either
And that's the saddest thing
Form:
I wish dreams came true
for those who deserve miracles.
I wish upon every star
that one day I wont have to hope
for a better life.
I pray that there was only happiness,
and pain only existed in nightmares,
and hate was gone,
and love bloomed
as easily as a rose on a summers day.
But dreams are merely that,
dreams, and
without the determination and perseverance
most people lack
they will forever remain figments of imagination.
and wishes are worthless
without hope.
Hoping is a waste of time
if you are not going to try.
And happiness is sometimes only a dream
and the nightmare is the reality.
And hate is the most prominent
and real emotion in human existence.
And love can be as fake
as a smile of the heartbroken girl
trying to make it through the day.
And love can be
as long living as the rose
given to the girl
when the boy has nothing more to say
Untitled (Holler)
2010
Holler without gasping for air
Continue until fainting becomes part of you
Scream reaching the point of redness
With blood spilling from your pores
Stand tall, not looking down, growing
With every nonsense thrown your way
Provide refuge, shade for those next to you
Bare fruits to revive the soul of those just like you, not forgetting the rest
Spread your arms, circling the world
Comforting, letting know “everything will be alright”
Holler without gasping for air
Let your personal explosion fill empty holes
The ignorant
Those who hate us because they don’t understand us
Lead your roots deep within without destroying yet educating
The ignorant
Those who hate us because they don’t understand us
Holler without gasping for air
Stand tall, bare fruits
Comforting, never the hatred but movement
Life is complicated
We love it, we hate it
And hate each other
And every other person we meet
Cause we think
We have to please them
And we dont want to
But we dont got to
So we dont
But thats what theres too much of
Theres not enough love
Between us
You've seen us
We fight
In spite of one another
One hating the other
Breaking them down
Then turning around
And putting on another face
Going to another place
And doing the same thing
Playing the same song
When all along
You want more
You fall to the floor in exhaustion
Your lost in your habits
How can you change now?
With the life you live now?
You can, Ive seen it done
Don't run, face your trials
And in awhile
You'll forget the strife
And love your life.
Tamara Brown
11-21-10
Now... maybe it's me
but love ain't what it used to be.
Now I been searching for a hot minute
like 2 years to be exact
and to the females I dissed
I should've had more rap for
I guess that's my fault.
Part of me thinks I'm on a desperate search
the other part is just tired of being hurt
so I started putting in more work.
As far as love goes I'm still searching for it
maybe in the wrong places
I ain't had a good relationship
ever since my 1st love, damn I hate this
so why keep searching?
I guess I really need it
maybe I'm tired of emotionally bleeding
and tired of females lying
saying they love me, but do I believe it?
to some extent I do.
so what do I do?
continue searching or just quit.
But... It ain't no quit in me.
And... I Hate that.
I hate phony shows of misspent faith
From people rich and above the poor
Focused hate for the ones who make
Yet always seeming to want more
Helpless despair as I hear the news
Of another group saving some whales
While every day little children die
‘cause there’s no one to unload the bales
A critical eye cast to our leader
Who welcomes the criminal and cast-out
While huddled alone in a cardboard box
A young man views Christmas with doubt
Violent shakings of the unstable ground
From the bombings that rumble on
Viscous bolts of tax-payer missiles
Striking ground before the dawn
Whistling winds from the bullets above
Such violence inflicted upon the ground
These are but simple, symbolic signs to me
Of the rage I feel from all around