Short Loathing Poems
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Loathing Yokes
Hatred thrives.
Love dies
The heart cries.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 3, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
Love is a small word
For something that is so vast
That in an instant
Can turn upon a word, a
Glance to loathing and despair
You had me briefly careening
towards that crooning
but your excessive preening
and secret self-loathing
won an abrupt ending
Silence, Surrounding me with
Darkness, Surrounding me with
Loathing, Surrounding me with
Silence, Surrounding me…
Richard Boone,
Thought Have Gun–Will Travel ended not too soon.
Skilled method acting and riding well hid
A loathing of horses he so deeply did.
An urgent message
to the children of God,
be wary of your loathing!
That person whom you condemn
might very well be
a sheep in wolves' clothing.
Like loathing
A lump forms in my throat
Like an old lie
To choke on
Again and again
But this time I swear it
I never said I love you
Not until the day I lay dead
Loathing the mazy, the lazy look around
To spot the shortest of all paths to be found
For the indolence that in him does redound
The lazy man with novelty does abound
I can feel the walls getting thicker.
It all closes in, but it’s fine this happens all the time.
A spliff or two keeps away the shivers.
No time for loathing, these walls are by my design
Losing it,
All,
Unknowingly stepping into,
Her box,
Enveloped by fear and self-loathing,
I ride onward,
My stallion screams in the night,
Stabbing at the flesh of the stars,
With anguish.
To wish for pain to take away pain is ironic. Rim filled to the brim with self loathing and
unsertity. I wish to speak of my pain instead of inflicting it upon myself. Oh so tempting to
give in.
Form:
Nature makes the occasional error.
She gets migraines which often impair her.
Thus, a horrible clump
came to be Mr. Trump —
spreading loathing, confusion and terror.
I love holding you in my arms
Bodies entwined,
Breathing of life and contentment
Together
And as I hold you in my arms
I loathe
That all my mind can do-
Week in the thrall of content-
is Hold you some more.
Suspect
Egotistical
Rage
Intelligent
Articulate
Likeable
Kill
Insane
Lonesome
Loathing
Eccentric
Revenge
[I'm a Law Student by trade (4 years) and have studied the life of a Serial Killer in
depth]
I don’t like much poetry,
as I dislike most modern art,
there is too much fakery, even here,
in these paltry words, the effort
not living up to standards
I set for myself and others, unfairly,
but still bothersome.
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Love without hope must be my calling.
Calling, just hoping to hear it ring.
Ring in hand, near your feet I'm crawling,
crawling with loathing and loving it's sting.
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MORE evil
than gods &
loathing smiles
while wringing my
hands -- at two-lips
so beveled
god the martini slog
~ so brutal taking life as
it is and miles to go
before I am useless.
:: 06-22-2017 ::
slammed shut
closed off from
the bonds
that once
bound the
two hearts
together
forever trapped
in a state of
emotional limbo
never able to
break the chains
that tie up the
soul within a persion
of self-loathing
From distractions to illusions
Purity to vanity
Curiosity to jealousy
Apathy to bitterness
Anger to loathing
Beauty to ugliness
Lines that can’t be re-crossed
Transformations requiring exorcism
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Wrathful tears ripen shame
and sows conscience-stricken seeds of self-loathing.
Scourged by the storm’s desolate dirge
this flimsy canopy offers no protection
as the wind-driven rain rides roughshod over me.
Susan Ashley
April 9, 2019
It’s not hooded evenings
Which leaves me desperate
But the alienation from self-esteem -
And no one can trace such loathing
For veil of blindness rips induced apathy.
nette oncluad--Pic Motifs Contest
Nov 15,2017 ( 28 words)
i’m weightless in my head
i’m always growing, always dying
i’ll waste it stumbling blind
my vision is blurry and crowded with bitter loathing
i’m ready to be something
i want to be so much more
i’m meant to be alone
that’s all that i’m good for
Stop!
The madness croons
The crushing nothingness of it
Silence!
The buzzard squelchs
The razor wire of loathing emptiness
Cease!
The apprehension glances
The acquittal of the hostage
Expire!
The rising spirit
The bloodied field deserted
Form:
love
devoted, affectionate
adoring, cherishing, loving
attraction, passion, bitterness, animosity
despising, loathing, hurting
acrimonious, abhorrent
hate
11~-7~14
Diamante Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle
~awarded 1st place~
Muffled cry of inconsequence
My heart feels alone again
Cuff off, neglected
Why are you so far from caring?
Sucked into my soul of despair
So full of the slime of self loathing
Always incredulous of love
It’s so much easier to believe it was never there.