Poems About Hate Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about hate seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Respect
I want some respect, to be human, complete,
I’m not just a vagina, but a soul to greet.
I’m weary of sex that cuts and demeans—
See me as human, not a fucking machine.
I’m not just a vagina, but a soul to greet.
I’m weary of sex that cuts and demeans—
See me as human, not a fucking machine.
#anger
#hate
#sex
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hatred of others you’ve never met
is generally a hatred of yourself,
regardless of your wealth, I bet ..
regardless of your wealth, I bet ..
#hate
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Necropolis-a-lago
As suspected, Bibi was in cahoots,
with global conservatives that include
the genocide jingo MAGA galoots
jonesing for Mediterranean crude.
Where now are the cries of "Genocide Joe"?
Now that Trump reveals the master plan
of Levantine resorts with oil below
at the beckon call of the master man...
arms akimbo over the smoking bones
of countless families for each guilty dude,
which no holocaust ghost likely condones,
as they know too well the cost of a feud...
a lesson lost on MAGA ambition ...
with global conservatives that include
the genocide jingo MAGA galoots
jonesing for Mediterranean crude.
Where now are the cries of "Genocide Joe"?
Now that Trump reveals the master plan
of Levantine resorts with oil below
at the beckon call of the master man...
arms akimbo over the smoking bones
of countless families for each guilty dude,
which no holocaust ghost likely condones,
as they know too well the cost of a feud...
a lesson lost on MAGA ambition ...
#curse
#evil
#hate
#lies
#sacrifice
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It is YOU I Admire
It is YOU who I admire
I praise you for being a scumbag since you were a kid
You never took into account all the wrong doings you have done to people
The love that you gave has left it's mark on numerous "loved ones" that trusted you
Your affection has been an infection to most girls you've fucked
The enjoyment you looked at with high value has left many scarred for life
Perfection is what you strive for, manipulating and taking advantage of others...shame on you
Appreciation is what you'll never find amongst people
You have no redeeming...
I praise you for being a scumbag since you were a kid
You never took into account all the wrong doings you have done to people
The love that you gave has left it's mark on numerous "loved ones" that trusted you
Your affection has been an infection to most girls you've fucked
The enjoyment you looked at with high value has left many scarred for life
Perfection is what you strive for, manipulating and taking advantage of others...shame on you
Appreciation is what you'll never find amongst people
You have no redeeming...
#anger
#hate
#lies
#manipulation
#identity
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Friends I am afraid to lose you
Friends I am afraid to lose you
Any day that God will shorten your life
So please continue to live your life to the fullest
Because life is a beautiful gift that God Gave you
And also he had created you with his holy hands
Many years ago
Also, God is your father
And you are all his children
You also need to take good care of your health
Friends I hope that you will not smoke any cigarettes
Because you will die of lung cancer
Also, I hope that you will stay sober
But if you choose to drink you will destroy your liver
You also...
Any day that God will shorten your life
So please continue to live your life to the fullest
Because life is a beautiful gift that God Gave you
And also he had created you with his holy hands
Many years ago
Also, God is your father
And you are all his children
You also need to take good care of your health
Friends I hope that you will not smoke any cigarettes
Because you will die of lung cancer
Also, I hope that you will stay sober
But if you choose to drink you will destroy your liver
You also...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#hate
#heartbroken
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The Feminine Stain
When I was a kid
my dad said he could
tell always when
a book was penned
by female hand and mind,
in cases even where
a male pseudonym was used,
and so he’d have to put it down
and pick up something else instead,
a woman’s prose
being too flowery for him.
He was horrified when
I told him at 12
that my favourite author
was Agatha Christie,
but settled a little
when I was 15
and reading Patricia Highsmith,
because she was a lesbian
and therefore of masculine mind,
to his mind.
...
my dad said he could
tell always when
a book was penned
by female hand and mind,
in cases even where
a male pseudonym was used,
and so he’d have to put it down
and pick up something else instead,
a woman’s prose
being too flowery for him.
He was horrified when
I told him at 12
that my favourite author
was Agatha Christie,
but settled a little
when I was 15
and reading Patricia Highsmith,
because she was a lesbian
and therefore of masculine mind,
to his mind.
...
#art
#feminism
#hate #oppression
#hate #oppression
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Only myself
Only myself
Living in one bedroom
Apartment
Here in Toronto
That is all I need
Now the phone is ringing
Non stop
I will not bother to answer
Because it is late already
I have no Idea
Who is the craziest person
That is calling me
At this late hour
I am still praying for my Father
At the late hours of the
Night
Now is time to take my
Medication
I can't take my medication
On an empty stomach
I need to take with food
Now I am having some
Popcorn
That was microwaved
Yes I am...
Living in one bedroom
Apartment
Here in Toronto
That is all I need
Now the phone is ringing
Non stop
I will not bother to answer
Because it is late already
I have no Idea
Who is the craziest person
That is calling me
At this late hour
I am still praying for my Father
At the late hours of the
Night
Now is time to take my
Medication
I can't take my medication
On an empty stomach
I need to take with food
Now I am having some
Popcorn
That was microwaved
Yes I am...
#boredom
#fear
#greed
#grief
#hate
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Black Rose
Why must we fight, day in, day out?
Let these be the last cruel words from your mouth.
Pushing me to the edge—this is no Morticia and Gomez tale,
Hatred in our eyes, each word a violent hail.
You once accused me of being a materialistic.
So I shattered everything, set the chaos in a swirl.
The TV—sliced with a knife,
That painting of love, torn from life.
I broke the dishes, screaming in pain,
Materialistic, I'll destroy it all in vain.
I don't care for what you've given me,
What matters now is all we...
Let these be the last cruel words from your mouth.
Pushing me to the edge—this is no Morticia and Gomez tale,
Hatred in our eyes, each word a violent hail.
You once accused me of being a materialistic.
So I shattered everything, set the chaos in a swirl.
The TV—sliced with a knife,
That painting of love, torn from life.
I broke the dishes, screaming in pain,
Materialistic, I'll destroy it all in vain.
I don't care for what you've given me,
What matters now is all we...
#anger
#disappointment
#frustration
#hate
#love
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Some kinda recursive stress thing.
I only get happy when I'm in these.
Liminal trance states.
Where I can forget.
Linear time.
And,
It's worse than I ever told you.
In my whole life.
Cause.
Remember.
I didn't tell you.
A God damned.
Thing.
Liminal trance states.
Where I can forget.
Linear time.
And,
It's worse than I ever told you.
In my whole life.
Cause.
Remember.
I didn't tell you.
A God damned.
Thing.
#hate
#sadness
#shame
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Invocation
I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
#dark
#hate
#sacrifice #suffering
#sacrifice #suffering
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You're child is hideous!
How many out there do we see
In someone's presence that has VD
You got pregnant, had a child
Your baby looks cursed, should be exiled
Your parents were fucked up most of their youth
Their liberal or redneck ideas, born with no couth
Idiocy doesn't fall far from your tree
Your mongoloid child is quite ugly!
Ugly parents shouldn't have kids
Don't need formula or some wooden crib
No sex to create a child, it's only for pleasure
I'll take that statement to the grave, for always & forever
In someone's presence that has VD
You got pregnant, had a child
Your baby looks cursed, should be exiled
Your parents were fucked up most of their youth
Their liberal or redneck ideas, born with no couth
Idiocy doesn't fall far from your tree
Your mongoloid child is quite ugly!
Ugly parents shouldn't have kids
Don't need formula or some wooden crib
No sex to create a child, it's only for pleasure
I'll take that statement to the grave, for always & forever
#birth
#devil
#hate
#parent
#satirical
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Feast of shadows
How could you take another bite?
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
#anger
#grief
#hate
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