Poems About Hate Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about hate seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Abomination Nation - Republipigism
Republipigs oinking their pablum
in deafening harmonic farts
Deficating in Congressional seats
Worshipping the unholy Trinity
as Fascism, Racism and Authoritarianism
Brainwashes weak minded sheeple
The Beast vomits evil swill in alphabet soup
I can't bare to breathe in his poisonous exhale
His false prophet disciple worships at his feet
while innocent immigrants apply for Citizenship
Seeking asylum from killers and enslavers
Only to find the boarder sealed tight by criminals
Premeditated kidnapping, separating children from parents ...
in deafening harmonic farts
Deficating in Congressional seats
Worshipping the unholy Trinity
as Fascism, Racism and Authoritarianism
Brainwashes weak minded sheeple
The Beast vomits evil swill in alphabet soup
I can't bare to breathe in his poisonous exhale
His false prophet disciple worships at his feet
while innocent immigrants apply for Citizenship
Seeking asylum from killers and enslavers
Only to find the boarder sealed tight by criminals
Premeditated kidnapping, separating children from parents ...
#anger
#hate
#politics #racism
#politics #racism
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2 Comments
Taste the Blade
See the pack of lies
ravenous wolves in wool sweaters
running on the ice within your eyes
until they fall to their deaths in
fake tears
Years ago I would have thought you
beautiful, but now I smell the horses
breath upon you and see the trampled
bodies over your shoulder, you’re a
liar and I hate you
A hatred that burns and leaves my
heart branded, it beats to the tempo
of war drums in the distance, I lose
myself in the smoke and choke on
the childhood memories
Your future is apocalyptic ...
ravenous wolves in wool sweaters
running on the ice within your eyes
until they fall to their deaths in
fake tears
Years ago I would have thought you
beautiful, but now I smell the horses
breath upon you and see the trampled
bodies over your shoulder, you’re a
liar and I hate you
A hatred that burns and leaves my
heart branded, it beats to the tempo
of war drums in the distance, I lose
myself in the smoke and choke on
the childhood memories
Your future is apocalyptic ...
#anger
#dark
#frustration #hate
#frustration #hate
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The Monster is in the Mirror of Time
I can't believe you thought gore would make you sick
when you're the only one who's truly sick
craving to put a head on stick
you're ultimately deranged
purely full of rage
no longer afraid of pain
what are you anymore?
A mind-wrecked monster?
You want to brandish your claws and sink them into someone's throat
A crazed lunatic with a bloodlust always unquenched
And a mind so goddamn entrenched
In the reality that time must persist
I am the monster that lurks within
searching for victim to forcefully end
I want to fight...
when you're the only one who's truly sick
craving to put a head on stick
you're ultimately deranged
purely full of rage
no longer afraid of pain
what are you anymore?
A mind-wrecked monster?
You want to brandish your claws and sink them into someone's throat
A crazed lunatic with a bloodlust always unquenched
And a mind so goddamn entrenched
In the reality that time must persist
I am the monster that lurks within
searching for victim to forcefully end
I want to fight...
#anger
#dark
#evil
#hate
#violence
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ubermench
ubermench
When living in a block of flats is noisy
when a hammer and nails on walls to hang
up a painting bought at the supermarket
Hitler and Nazism interest me, it didn't die
in 1945 but grew like nestles in countries
mainly in Israel and Ukraine
After years of democracy that has ended
in a woke culture, Europe is turning right
finding a democracy that has brought
havoc like the import of millions of Muslims
bringing an alien way of life and a religion
that is as demanding as Christianity is vapid
in Ukraine, the...
When living in a block of flats is noisy
when a hammer and nails on walls to hang
up a painting bought at the supermarket
Hitler and Nazism interest me, it didn't die
in 1945 but grew like nestles in countries
mainly in Israel and Ukraine
After years of democracy that has ended
in a woke culture, Europe is turning right
finding a democracy that has brought
havoc like the import of millions of Muslims
bringing an alien way of life and a religion
that is as demanding as Christianity is vapid
in Ukraine, the...
#anger
#fear
#greed #hate
#greed #hate
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0 Comments
End Times
New world order of world disorder, bombs falling in the east. Men marching with arms, looking to harm. When we all should be marching for peace. History of wars have not taught mankind anything, so we are always doomed to repeat. Machines guns are fed, just to leave people dead, just to appease the elite. They have money for wars to even the score, yet children are dying from having nothing to eat. Political ties with greed in their eyes, are surely the mark of the beast. Hell on earth governments fighting for turf, and the whole world is feeling the heat. Many tears would be shed, mothers...
#death
#evil
#hate
#lies
#suffering
111 reads
6 Comments
Untitled
Hatred, beyond the restless prism,
Found a way to tame itself
Like a bright-eyed rabbit, vomiting sweet syrup.
Higher, greater hatred
Often burns in the glory,
Scattering scorching sorrow from the tower's peak.
Someone fell, like a dead stone.
Throw it away! Fall down!
Facing death again and again,
The trillionth death blesses them,
And blesses me.
I hope by then, I'm still the burning stone.
仇恨在躁动的棱镜之外
...
Found a way to tame itself
Like a bright-eyed rabbit, vomiting sweet syrup.
Higher, greater hatred
Often burns in the glory,
Scattering scorching sorrow from the tower's peak.
Someone fell, like a dead stone.
Throw it away! Fall down!
Facing death again and again,
The trillionth death blesses them,
And blesses me.
I hope by then, I'm still the burning stone.
仇恨在躁动的棱镜之外
...
#courage
#hate
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8 Comments
Feast O’ demons
Blood sucking humans, we are all
Down to hell’s darkest we should fall
All our days are hollowed we ween
Killing in the name of love and of deen
Angles have left us to sing and pray
To the one who’s game we think we play
Beheading dreams of those we slay
Men, women, children of yesterday
Teeth digging deep in innocent hearts
Drinking blood as souls we rip apart
Night or day in darkness all the same
Standard bearing righteousness we think we claim
We don’t deserve to...
Down to hell’s darkest we should fall
All our days are hollowed we ween
Killing in the name of love and of deen
Angles have left us to sing and pray
To the one who’s game we think we play
Beheading dreams of those we slay
Men, women, children of yesterday
Teeth digging deep in innocent hearts
Drinking blood as souls we rip apart
Night or day in darkness all the same
Standard bearing righteousness we think we claim
We don’t deserve to...
#dark
#death
#hate
#morality
#war
146 reads
20 Comments
Waste
I hung out with that same male friend again. We talked about deep things and we cuddled, and still, I mentioned you. The pain, the hurt, the suffering. It's endless. I am not hopeless this time, but I still wanna know why.
Why you wanted to manipulate me. Why you wanted to hurt me. Why I had to be the one you kissed on the cheek tenderly, and yet I was still nothing. Nothing to you. A memory years and years ago that meant nothing.
I'm supposed to be better than this. I'm supposed to not fall for the lie that boys can do when they want sex and then discard. I'm supposed...
Why you wanted to manipulate me. Why you wanted to hurt me. Why I had to be the one you kissed on the cheek tenderly, and yet I was still nothing. Nothing to you. A memory years and years ago that meant nothing.
I'm supposed to be better than this. I'm supposed to not fall for the lie that boys can do when they want sex and then discard. I'm supposed...
#hate
#heartbroken
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2 Comments
Crimson imperil
The wolves bear the tendrils of mischief
Weaving in and out of compliance
We’re amongst sages whose pages of scholar
leak wisdom with most certain reliance
The sheep to the wolves; the naysayers
Create depth with malicious ingredients
Instilled with such wild delusions
While parading in maximal obedience
Marionettes of masterful doting
Spreading the absurd of the words of their idols
When challenged, they slip into heathens
They spew venom; they are the entitled
The sheep have the loudest of voices ...
Weaving in and out of compliance
We’re amongst sages whose pages of scholar
leak wisdom with most certain reliance
The sheep to the wolves; the naysayers
Create depth with malicious ingredients
Instilled with such wild delusions
While parading in maximal obedience
Marionettes of masterful doting
Spreading the absurd of the words of their idols
When challenged, they slip into heathens
They spew venom; they are the entitled
The sheep have the loudest of voices ...
#hate
#hypocrisy
#lies #manipulation
#lies #manipulation
136 reads
3 Comments
AWWWW,,, BLACK N BLUE....!!!
i don't care now
if a black ocean turns into a blue river
or if a blue river takes a deep bath in a black ocean
i don't care
if a black shadow chews up a blue cloud
or if the sounds of a BLACK N BLUE make a plan to distract me...
if a black ocean turns into a blue river
or if a blue river takes a deep bath in a black ocean
i don't care
if a black shadow chews up a blue cloud
or if the sounds of a BLACK N BLUE make a plan to distract me...
#hate
200 reads
9 Comments
Rascal of Obtuse
With the solubles and ampoules of twilight's
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
#dark
#fate
#hate #philosophical
#hate #philosophical
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Unscented BS
Unscented BS of quackery luring the lambs
like Little Bo Peep and Lemmings leaping
into the forever-forgotten obituary of fools
posted on a facade of tidbits and guilty omens
inclined to butcher the mind of common sense
playing marmalade to obsessed dark charades
who are as guilty as the one obsessed
thinking they a jester to Lady Godiva and the
pimpernel hiding in shadows
like Little Bo Peep and Lemmings leaping
into the forever-forgotten obituary of fools
posted on a facade of tidbits and guilty omens
inclined to butcher the mind of common sense
playing marmalade to obsessed dark charades
who are as guilty as the one obsessed
thinking they a jester to Lady Godiva and the
pimpernel hiding in shadows
#greed
#hate
#loneliness #rejection
#loneliness #rejection
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