Short Abhorring Poems

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It’s paining, it’s boring
The children are all snoring
They got out of bed
To school they did head
The teaching they find abhorring

© Kenneth Cheney  

stealing booty arti-

fact oats from a 
cut-up maybe's micro buy-one 

brain cache is like abhorring a 

clashing washboard 
knight in your weird new

beer view mirror

© mark singer  

Truth
not a dictum
of majority

Credence
more pointed
abhorring a crowd

Its tenets
relentless
called from its slumber

To censor
the many
— its voice zero sum

(Villanova University: September, 2024)

© Kurt Philip Behm  

Above all the life's traits
Ambition tops the list
asserting one's will to
acquire a secured place,
Aiming high for the stars
albeit down to earth
abhorring vanity.


~11/18/15
Pleiades contest by Kim Merryman

© Abdul Malik Mandani  

Loved
 tender, passionate
 wanting, panting, joining
 friendship, pal, foe, enemies
 hurting, harming, abhorring
 dis-likable, detestable
 Hated

< My first attempt at this form >


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life.php

© James Fraser  

When distant Sun rages, when Moon weeps,
they've seen beautiful Gaia sputter,
Mother Nature abhorring changes
inflicted by careless humanoids.

The surrounding celestial orbs
gape with wild wonder, with confusion,
uncomprehending the dying sight
when helpless Sun rages, when Moon weeps.

© Jim Healey  

  veiled by a shroud of mourning, 
                    lost outside a mask of woe-
    I seek abhorring moments, 
            disguised by joy, a rough smile-
            concealed by a handmade cloak, 
       obscurity is a sheath...
                      until I feel love’s blanket.



Sevenbits
Theme: Mask
October 4, 2017

© Beautiful Scars  

The sugar-tipped touch of desire
Meets every abhorring soul at one point in time
Mine hits,
It knocks me to the curb and leaves me bloodied
With signs of fresh exposed flesh
In agony and devout angst 
I rise
All I can see is hazel-
Your eyes,
The subtle fluff of your hair
Your preciously treasured grin
Remains with me
As we continue on our merry way
Only the street can feel my heartbeat beneath my feet.

© Melissa Ross  

Ever moving
The migration by wind and water
As the sands shift with time
Changing the face
The feel
The look.
As sea laps, wind blows
Longshore drift
Collect
Deposit
Ever moving sands
Passing us by
Marking time
Ever soft and smooth
Nature abhorring a vacuum
Growth and life
Migrating
Evolving
Flourish and wilt
Flower and dieback.
Fixed to an ever-moving
Ever changing due. Clinging to the lip of the sea.

© Emma Goodridge-Hobson  

Eurynome's great joy,
     the Graces of her womb,
     whose names transcend the tomb
like Helen's, famed of Troy!
Ah! Graces all enjoy:
     they fill earth's space and room,
     abhorring away life's gloom,
before the fates destroy.

If mankind survives, spring
     reflects the sun's hot disc,
a brilliant fire breathing,
     a dragon basilisk;
which these three Graces, being
     Eurynome's, might risk!?

© Ngoc Nguyen