Short Despises Poems
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Birds trilling, its 5am.'
Days end move, decided
Grit despises.) Fear inside.
Strength..' Calls for the testing
Many demands.. Unseen awaits..!
Mrs. Sara Kendrick
Despises vegetables mixed by forks
She has the title poetess
The mostess and gracious hostess!
Mom I was just being humorous!! You know I love you!
Love unravels the clock of time
despises the cowards of love,
but favors the audacious...
for love only wins whoever gives it,
his vital force is uniting duality
to one voice, one heart
I cement my seriousness with warm resolve
I have sixteen horrible math problems tonight to solve
If anyone despises mathematics, it is certainly I.
Every math problem except a word problem makes me cry.
listening with his hero heart
bird man waits his opportunity
understanding the beauty of timing
not caring about credit, but eager to save the day
because he loves people and he despises unjust meanness.
From Lederhosen
a monster chosen
Whose Reich is damned
—gas slaughtered lambs
The eagle rises
truth despises
A country shamed
—those quiet blamed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Locked in a pod
With like minded souls
Like peas in a pod
Never peas in a bowl
Reconnected with God
Within I is what I know
My God who despises
The ones in control
We don’t always make it out
But to try is the goal
I love this painting; it reminds me of my grandmother’s apron.
I see her kitchen and smell fresh chocolate chip cookies.
Another despises it;
It reminds her of being raped when she was four.
The wallpaper on her Uncle’s walls.
She smells him.
Art is subjective.
It is my habit I cannot hate
I love whom the world despises
what is so precious, my heart abhors
the common swimming pool
is not attractive to me in anyway
my nakedness it cannot taste
if a thousand is wrong and erring
glad that I stand alone for truth
that never withers
Mountains I tread break to rubbles;
Arts I sculpture wane to scribbles;
The defiant paladin has effaced from presence
And a gruesome ghost is left behind;
God despises my very existence
Burning this life he once lent;
He blunt my sword and burnt my shield
But my feral heart will never yield.
lover love :: ruler rules
::
like a brook :: despises a good word
seeps into the dry land :: of the poor
a shade in the sun :: praises violence
::
:A life:
breathing process :: photosynthesis.
Ashley, spouse of her nemesis ~
Vain eyes covet the weak.
Rhett longed for her beauty ~
To harness the wild horse.
Scarlett shook her harness bells,
Huffed and turned her mane.
Fierce love fought for keeps.
The devil dressed in red.
Bonnie Blue ~ Rhett’s only love.
Dear daughter’s death despises marriage.
Bullies are created from homes with larger bullies
Understanding them will not stop them
Logic will not change their upbringing
Loving them is difficult, you may be rebuffed.
It is sad they grew up thinking this is the way of the world.
Exceptions are out there, but many bullies retain their status
Society despises them and so do their neighbors
When hearts are enraged
by storms they cannot control
Violent actions may lead
to murder most foul
A heart filled with hate
will not hesitate
to kill those it despises
Life it will annihilate
Jealousy, that green eyed monster
Can turn brother against brother
As in the biblical story of Cain
Whose envy left his brother slain
You wake
You wait for life to slowly kick in
And then you sigh.
Time is your master
And you its slave.
Only the old and the weak despises its tick
As it mercilessly gnaws away at the flesh
Until the sound is so deafening that death is your only release.
Embrace your mortality.
Rejoice in the knowledge that now is all you will ever truly possess
And let the rest blow away on the wind.
I put my heart out,
Little by little
Until I stumbled
On the boundary
And injured my
Enthusiasm.
Such vanity
Must be crushed
Romantic folly
Despises the
Ancient myths
The untruths.
The blur of delusion
Lays low in a
Field of traps,
Where I often walk
Alone, exploring
Phantom thoughts.
But not for long
These troubles
Get pushed away
Lessons learned
Disappointment
Not this day.
Tender and small, meek and mild
All these virtues worth the child
Never worthy to be wild
Ever friendly; that's the child
If truly, surely
As we know
Truly, surely,
It is so
That blessed are they that have them,
Then accurst are they that despises them.
Worthy are they of much care
Provide them, or having them you should not dare
Render your best and expect their best
Render the best, and expect the best.
Lock me behind bars,
Hide my eyes under the cloudy sky.
Sweet to burn my heart,
Kiss my nape and burn my soul.
Lovely crime, to love a boy.
He despises the fate I write,
The will I wish to sign.
O dear Lord, I beg as I close the closet,
How gay, and never overjoyed,
Over loving a man who hates my wine.
I plead to close the gates of my closet,
So, I never let him out of my mind.
Diamonds locked inside the safe.
Tomatoes with salt
It is how he was raised
Tomatoes with sugar
It is how I was raised
Mushrooms and oysters yum yum he says
Mushrooms and oysters. Barf barf say I.
Thick crust pizza for him, thin crust for me.
It is a wonder our children can eat at all.
One loves The Red Lobster. Her sister will not eat fish.
Two love Chinese food, the other one despises it.
None of them like tomatoes at all.
Eating out is our best option.
I am misery, who despises company.
I am the truth, who portrays lies.
I am the pain, that never subsides,
I am death that never dies.
I am disgusting, in the most beautiful sense.
I am stunning through despicable eyes.
I am elegant, in the most wicked way.
I am righteous, through evil ties.
I am pretty, through eyes of the blind.
I am special, through psychotic minds.
I am loved, in the hearts of the unkind.
I am the never of nothing defined.
Today was full of paperwork; not my favorite thing.
Not my least favorite thing either – that is cleaning.
No one despises paperwork and cleaning like I do.
This paperwork was long overdue, I am the counselor.
I know there are federal guidelines that have not been met.
I spoke to the v.p. and said, “you surely did that paperwork.”
He looked at me like I had grown six noses.
“I am not a counselor,” he said.
So I guess he despises paperwork too.
He revels in spasms of sarcasm
Laughter from now to the hereafter
Peels off insults like a snake sheds it skin
The better his audience to capture
Inside his brain one-liners a-churning
to be dispensed for nightly earnings ...
In his heart of hearts he despises his craft ~
Wishes he were anything but daft
polka dot curtains in the form of dotted swiss
light and airy, fuzzy and bumpy, minute and white
polka dotted pillows in reds, blues and oranges
unusual in grandma’s house; everything here usually has a dog on it
She has a dog-print couch, dog-paw-print carpeting,
dog apron, dog dishtowel, dog toilet paper holder.
Maybe this is her idea of branching out?
Where are the cat prints? I ask grandma.
This annoys her.
She despises cats.
One bit her in 1943.
What is art?
Almost no two people agree
We all have our own ideas
I love what she despises
She has mean things to say
I only have delightful things in my head
Because I love it, it has called to my soul.
He comes along and pokes fun at a piece of art that she loves
She loses her temper, now loving it more than she did before.
Their personalities come out in full force as they argue about it.
It is hilarious to listen to, and more fun to watch
Art is subjective
None of us agree