Hate Old Poems

The subway station heaves with muffled noise,
The shuffle of countless feet against the grime,
I am aware of unfounded disdain,
Coursing between strangers in the city's bowels.

The...

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It’s funny when we’re young and we think we know it all
we don’t always listen to what our elders have to say…
Often we don’t realize...

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I have been forced,
to love people I hate.
I wish I had,
only loving people around me.
My ego has been cut,
cut with a very sharp knife many...

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A long time ago in those days of old,
there was one thing we were supposed to do.
They scribbled it down in letters of gold,
treat others...

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I am more than you see
So much more I be
The dirty clothes I wear
The long silvery hair
I have feelings ,I care
I step aside
Your emotions you...

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I hate you a lot.

With a burning passion in my heart. 

The way you creep around its weird.

The way you just look, it makes me...

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Old soldiers never die
Old soldiers never cry
Old soldiers live in our heart
In our guts
Forever
Old soldiers live in our pride
In our huts
Forever
Old soldiers live on
Old soldiers...

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As a confessional portrait poet
I see myself through my own lens
Getting really into 'if I feel it, show it'
Risk appearing a right misery to poet...

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Life, a precious and fleeting gift,
Filled with moments we hold and uplift.
Each breath we take, a treasure to embrace,
An experience to cherish, no time to...

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The time has arrived so soon,
When I am eighty-year-old,
When I am bald with shining head,
When I have nice smile with new dentures,
When I have new...

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Today,
I love you.
Today,  
I hate you.  
This week,  
I love you,  
This week,  
I hate you.  
Can this go...

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          my name is Snuggles Kitty 
and I live in a Victorian apartment building
with my human...

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OLD MIDDAY SUN

Blatant heat smothers from 
The lengthening day, and, fear-
Shaking in tattered rags, 
They linger in listless agony.

An old midday sun has risen up,
Showering...

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Bill Shakespeare is wanted for hate speech,
His study’s surrounded with tape.
The local police were slow to react,
He may already have made his escape.
There’s a chance...

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I don’t write what I think, I write what I feel. 
When the magic sets in sometimes it comes out too real.

The laughter and tears,...

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