Short Loathes Poems
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Everything I hide
behind so broken a smile?
Society loathes;
I have been buried alive,
but run wild within my prose.
Lips
My lips can be
gross pink against my
green skin.
I’m a biting into
the lower lip addict. My bottom lip loathes my
less cracked top lip for
he’s cracked more.
Ivory snow covers
The desolate castle
She inhabits
Where the stillness
Screams & screams
And she feels the fright
Of silence
And she loathes herself
For her vulnerability
When you journey through the deepest deep,
be sure to know it's an odious trip.
For when you miss eternity's ship,
you will become like a wandering sheep
who loathes the path of a joyous leap,
for he never tried God's laws to keep.
Jutting out dangerously.
Attention needed urgently.
Gashed and hurtful no one liked.
Grating metal barbed and spiked.
Exposed wire to catch your clothes.
Dull and jagged everyone loathes.
It seems at least one dorm room is the dwelling of a bum.
I visited my son and saw big piles of grungy clothes.
leftover fast food, open garbage--things a mother loathes!
Sloppy sons so seldom seek to scour sickening scum.
entering into the Rime Couee contest sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta 7/5/2011
The Value of a Penny
Barbies, Polly Pockets, play clothes
the items bedroom storage loathes
Abe Lincoln, yes, an honest man
toy stores please, let us ban
for my kids to learn a lesson
one less toy- my mission.
Placed no. 3 in Dr. Ram Mehta's Rime Couee contest
Jump!
No don't!
We only hit a minor bump,
She said she doesn't want us,
Doesn't need us,
Doesn't love us
Jump!
No don't!
She said she hates us,
Loathes us,
Hurts us
Jump!
No don't!
I do,
I love you,
I care for you,
I need you
It's true
I'll catch you
I wish it could be true.
Jump!
There is no one there to catch you
I jumped,
He never was
Though the father of the heathen family is a snob, the mother does blather with others and tethers their cattle with withered leathers whether the weather is warm or not. Neither she loathes any others nor fails to be blithe at the advent of the lithe spring at the southern coast of Southampton where with brotherly affection together run hither and thither sheathers and wethers.
in her torn pocket sack
just five pennies
the issue, pressing
daddy
daddy why she said
i learned to love the idea of a soldier
but i fear new teachings
the heart explodes
and then loathes, the black door opens
tears soak his wife's silk blouse
his daughters' dreams did as planes do, crashed
the soldier does not come home alive
for it was already too late-yesterday....
Is a kiss still a kiss when
In the air and ever care
Where it lands blown by one who
Loathes missing
Blowing kisses more kissings
Contort your brow purse your lips
Come forward plant the kiss so
As not to worry whether
You'll miss, feel the pleasure of
Good measure stay and persist
A kiss of a kiss of cautiousness!
Have patience...... My gracious flow
Into it!
Love loathes the poison in me when
I just let it grow in passion
Love takes the venom off my mind
Without a justification.
But,
In me loathe also loves the poison
With all its true strength and deception
Loathe detests love in my foolish compassion
Along with my superficial rationalization.
Yet,
Love loads me with peace, taking
Loathe forever
Once love loves
Those who loathe
Love.
All poems were for you
I was waiting for true life
Pen recalled the last dew
Love was rainbow type
Lips composed the truths
You hugged all boo strife
Sparrow left all loathes
November rain was ready
For our sacred blue oath
Come, make rains and lee
Under banana tree we sip
The love filter forever free
Leave strife and past all grief
Love, unite soul, make deep
-October 23, 2018 Chattogram
Palpitating breath of Greed
Masks the Voice of Conscience
When one seeks to be redeemed
Unveils what was tucked away
Hidden until required
Unmasked something different
Once neglected hastily
Loses conscience itself
Loathes being Provoked
Returns at a great price
Tragedy of what it was masked over
Feeds on the ill-will of lies
31 May 2021
Voice of Conscience Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Yusuf
Gimme a Moslem name
Gimme the Mercy of Islam
Let empathy be the flame
That fires who I am!
Humble Youth of chaste
Unblemished in his path
Who loathes wanton taste
Who fears God’s wrath;
A Dreamer I might be
By whom Divinities speak
Spiritually blind to see
And to uplift the weak.
Make me Son of the meek
Who basks in no blame
Who tirelessly seek
Nothing, but Yusuf’s name.
JM
18th Nov’ 2013
To the man who makes us moan
“Hello” in the poorest tone:
Your mean boss too strong to fight
He’ll defeat you ‘The Too Light,’
An old child’s watchful father
On coarse games it takes farther,
Mother who loathes your girlfriend;
Merely meets her, sees a fiend!
Does she want to break your heart,
Over you run a big cart?
“Good Day” in the tiniest voice;
The birds know it’s not your choice!
We forgive them, when they’ve dead
And now relax to eat bread.
Do please, your loins gird;
The pest is a bird:
Low-flying, sharp beak,
It’d outsmart The Weak!
Plainly take my word:
Leave the grazing herd
On plains, at the peak,
Your protections leak!
Scarecrow would pests cow
And pests won’t farms plough;
In your food-rich farm
The birds sure means harm…
Try you should Scare Crow.
I shall show you How:
‘Ugly clothes your balm
A shirt with one arm!
Their presence pest loathes:
Plants putting on clothes!