Short Hates Poems
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we all have down fall
backs against the wall
at times hates in mind
kept this in mind
let your love shine
HATES A CRIME
He must
Cursing us with all you holy Joes
Telling us begging a knees to goes
Not him He just don’t say
You you tell us the way
he hates all their things
wooden bicycle he rides
wooden shoes he wears
clay dishes are a favorite
but a clay plane he made
it could not take off
Love threw a party
invites were made
Everyone came
all except hate
With prizes galore
and door give away's
The best of all parties
the best of all days
im really not just talking out of my a@#
i really have something to say
people I want to meet
places i want to go
but the system hates me so
the system hates me so...
My wife hates money, very very much.
As soon, as she sees on table any money,
In order to clean the house, she it clutched
And run with it to shops- like joyful bunny!
Love has stories
that love loves to tell
Especially when they're
on love itself
So don't hate on love
because love's here to help
Helping us all
above everything else
In On Wife Hates To Be Barged
In on my wife hates to be barged,
And ensure cell phone is charged;
So said consultant,
Reason resultant;
Causes brain to become enlarged.
Jim Horn
Haughty eyes,
A lying tongue,
Hands that shed innocent blood.
A heart that devises wicked schemes,
A mind that pursues wicked dreams
A false witness who pours out lies
And any man who stirs up strife.
It's a well-known fact, everyone hates the boss
Except for son Scottie he's adored, much love he draws
Personality plus plus
Too girlie “beauteous”
He'd say “manly”, more appropriate without flaws
such a woman loved
before hater of men's sleeps
out of passionate
no longer interested in men
abused, misused abandon
now she's just happy
out of passion now
being a single woman
now she is happy
5/12/19
My endeavour to change the weather is something i can never.
My dog needs to pee, really needs a wee,looks at the rain n stares at me.
I hope she understands that it's out of my hands. The weather is something I cannot command.
Sorry Daisy. X
Lesson learned; When a hater hates, you dish out more love from your plate. Don't
start a fight. Love them with all of your might and they'll walk away with nothing to
say. When a hater hates, don't fight, treat them right. Then they'll just burn.
1-8-11
Love always hates
when there's no one to love
No where to go
to give itself up
No one around
deserving of love
But isn't that really
most all of us
It's not that love doesn't
go out of its way
In spreading itself
where ever it may
From the best parts of town
to the worst you can say
Love hates to not
give itself away
Why Johnny hates great poetry
It makes him look deep
inside himself where
there's nothing
to see
and
he's
never
cried
before
I adopted a cat around Thanksgiving
He was the sweetest thing in the beginning
To my surprise
He’s in disguise
With The Joker kitty I am now living
This balmy yuletide season Milo despised
My silver tinseled Christmas tree he demised
Never expressing gratitude
A clawing catty attitude
Yet a contented kitty I have surmised
My stove is being really mean
I am really tryna clean
Behind the knobs and in between
Getting rid of the dirt I've seen
But the knobs are stuck on tight
I have tried with all my might
To get them off but there they stay
Because they are made that way
I've tried knives toothpicks and tools
Struggling just like a fool
So my stove doesn't look sick
Please someone tell me the trick
Running through flowers in the glen,
Curly hair and golden skin shining,
Beauty in the sun, fleeing maiden.
Gunshot sounds in the distance blasting.
A new dawn dying to begin.
Her mother lost behind her ... found.
Black ... bound and beaten by madmen.
But Bea ran faster than the hound.
War Between the States had begun.
Her hope soaring like an eagle,
Freedom glaring in the bright sun.
Brightened her way through hates' jungle.
I’m sold out for slavery
Because she hates me
She wouldn’t want to use the money
Because she hates me
On a tray she surreptitiously burnt it off with fire
Because she hates me
The ashes is to be thrown away to a distance
Because she hates me
A northward wind came and blew it on her body
And she hates me
She is hospitalized and had her skin removed
Because she hates me
She hates “why it could be me?”
Oh! Because she hates me.
My dad hates me hes always on my case
Morning noon and night hes always in my face
Clean your room up its just not fair
Straighten up your tie do something with your hair
And if its not my dad its my mum
Put a smile on your face you always look so glum
Well i aint got much to smile about i say
Well she says do as your told and everything will be ok
So i sulk stamp my feet go to my room to be on my own
Thinking about it though im 32
Think its time i left home
She Hates
Her eyes sink back into her head.
Her left eye crosses her right and the hate pierces like the sun’s rays on a hot summer day.
She calls herself a Christian because it makes her feel safe.
She believes that Church is a tangible thing of brick and mortar with a temple and a bell that
rings at noon every Sunday.
She believes the Anti-Christ is identifiable like another human being.
Sadly, like most that call themselves Christians, she is not safe.
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