Least Read Poems About Hate
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ALLITERATION: The Sneaky, Slimy, Slithering, Serpenty-Snake
The sneaky, slimy, slithering, squirming snake silently sat shamefully,
Stupendously-stumped.
The seated, sizzling, sneaky, slimy, slithering serpent still stupendously-stumped,
Squirmed slowly searching signaling scents.
With no stopping the squirming, silently-sneaky, slithering, shamefully-stumped serpent searching sign, the snake slithers sizzling surround sound.
Only with punishment, the slithering, slimy, silent, shamefully-stumped serpent stops sin-searching.
Now, be a bumble bee, buzling big bumble bubbles and not a sneaky, slimy,...
Stupendously-stumped.
The seated, sizzling, sneaky, slimy, slithering serpent still stupendously-stumped,
Squirmed slowly searching signaling scents.
With no stopping the squirming, silently-sneaky, slithering, shamefully-stumped serpent searching sign, the snake slithers sizzling surround sound.
Only with punishment, the slithering, slimy, silent, shamefully-stumped serpent stops sin-searching.
Now, be a bumble bee, buzling big bumble bubbles and not a sneaky, slimy,...
#hate
#lies
#evil
#greed
#hypocrisy
8 reads
2 Comments
The Blood of History
I often wonder perhaps
if all of our maps
are now truly marked
by the blood of history
Each line and contour
tells me more
but also less
about all I must confess
Often spilt in vengeful haste
always such a waste
crimson leaves a deep stain
on mountain, ridge and plain
Drawing these clear lines
even across the wooded pines
separating sea from sand
forever makes us understand
How we separate each other
every sister, every brother
kept on one side of the line
...
if all of our maps
are now truly marked
by the blood of history
Each line and contour
tells me more
but also less
about all I must confess
Often spilt in vengeful haste
always such a waste
crimson leaves a deep stain
on mountain, ridge and plain
Drawing these clear lines
even across the wooded pines
separating sea from sand
forever makes us understand
How we separate each other
every sister, every brother
kept on one side of the line
...
#hate
#war
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
9 reads
2 Comments
Wounded Knee
Poetry Response to “Wakan Tanka Nici Un”
by Soaring Eagle
How do you heal a wounded knee
one daring to stand free
recalling those distant years
which haunt this trail of tears
With no real destination
resisted without hesitation
although the road is bled red
hope is always wed to dread
So, what have I yet to learn
as my pale skin shall burn
beneath a rusted sun of truth
shining through since my youth
Listening to theses...
by Soaring Eagle
How do you heal a wounded knee
one daring to stand free
recalling those distant years
which haunt this trail of tears
With no real destination
resisted without hesitation
although the road is bled red
hope is always wed to dread
So, what have I yet to learn
as my pale skin shall burn
beneath a rusted sun of truth
shining through since my youth
Listening to theses...
#hate
#confessional
#racism
#freedom
#morality
11 reads
3 Comments
Mask Up
Invisible entities
Are an asshole’s debate
Plausible amenities
Become head of state
Blissful ignorance
Plague the mind’s mechanics
Sacrificed innocence
Escort quarantine panics
Dumb-ass syndrome
Spreads quicker than the virus
Victimized alone
Alters everyone pious
Rebellious actions
Increase the odds of risk
Media fashions
Whip the public like a whisk
CDC restrictions
Eradicate the freedom of thought
Grocery afflictions
Institue the public’s onslaught
Covid 19
Divides...
Are an asshole’s debate
Plausible amenities
Become head of state
Blissful ignorance
Plague the mind’s mechanics
Sacrificed innocence
Escort quarantine panics
Dumb-ass syndrome
Spreads quicker than the virus
Victimized alone
Alters everyone pious
Rebellious actions
Increase the odds of risk
Media fashions
Whip the public like a whisk
CDC restrictions
Eradicate the freedom of thought
Grocery afflictions
Institue the public’s onslaught
Covid 19
Divides...
#anger
#hate
#shame
#frustration
#fear
14 reads
6 Comments
Abandonment Issues
I tear into my chest
With my bare hand and nails
Extracting my heart from my breast
I must know all its tales
It beats in my clutch
A seasoned hostage all black and blue
Cold hearted to my touch
Riddled with tiny worms where scar tissue grew
The sewage that seeped from its chambers
Emitted a strong foul must
Ordaining us perfect strangers
A never-ending martyr of trust
The blood that once jogged red
Was now corrupted and black
Conjuring envy as it spread
Consuming its bitterness in its own payback
I slowly applied...
With my bare hand and nails
Extracting my heart from my breast
I must know all its tales
It beats in my clutch
A seasoned hostage all black and blue
Cold hearted to my touch
Riddled with tiny worms where scar tissue grew
The sewage that seeped from its chambers
Emitted a strong foul must
Ordaining us perfect strangers
A never-ending martyr of trust
The blood that once jogged red
Was now corrupted and black
Conjuring envy as it spread
Consuming its bitterness in its own payback
I slowly applied...
#sadness
#anger
#hate
#loneliness
#NaPoWriMo2020
15 reads
4 Comments
Just Words
So please tell me why
you do still dare decry
bold black letters of history
on this ever paling page
you do still dare decry
bold black letters of history
on this ever paling page
#anger
#hate
#TruthOfLife
#racism
#freedom
16 reads
Where's My Baby?
Part 1
They drug her by her hair
She kicked and screamed in despair
They bound her hands and feet
They carried her inside a bloody sheet
They threw her on a stump
Forcing her to position in a slump
They tore the sheet from round her head
A trio of sixes slowly bled
She sneered at her captives
In a language of madness
She vowed to exact revenge
Her words became a poisonous syringe
She mocked the performing priest
Her hatred for him increased
He bellowed the biblical scriptures
As the mass chanted the...
They drug her by her hair
She kicked and screamed in despair
They bound her hands and feet
They carried her inside a bloody sheet
They threw her on a stump
Forcing her to position in a slump
They tore the sheet from round her head
A trio of sixes slowly bled
She sneered at her captives
In a language of madness
She vowed to exact revenge
Her words became a poisonous syringe
She mocked the performing priest
Her hatred for him increased
He bellowed the biblical scriptures
As the mass chanted the...
#hate
#dark
#evil
#holiday
#witches
17 reads
20 Comments
End of the Trail
Tales of woe and travail
wait at the end of the trail
for the tears have all dried
having no longer been cried
Since truth is a bloody matter
beyond the usual chatter
of polite conversation
devoid of any true transmutation
Battles now fought and won
bleached out in the prairie sun
along with all those lost
from such a bitter-most cost
Leaving only native names
after these real estate games
with blood soaked soil
taken for the enduring spoil
But how to own earth and sky
without ever...
wait at the end of the trail
for the tears have all dried
having no longer been cried
Since truth is a bloody matter
beyond the usual chatter
of polite conversation
devoid of any true transmutation
Battles now fought and won
bleached out in the prairie sun
along with all those lost
from such a bitter-most cost
Leaving only native names
after these real estate games
with blood soaked soil
taken for the enduring spoil
But how to own earth and sky
without ever...
#hate
#racism
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#tradition
17 reads
4 Comments
Poetry of Loss…
One cannot hope to gloss
over the poetry of loss
how these words still sting
spill their stain on everything
Leaving sacred lands by force
as history took a twisted course
no justice down through the years
along this unending trail of tears
Long past all of the flames
all that now remain are the names
of the brave Cherokee and Creek
ghost lands they still now seek
Forced to make their way west
having to face every test ...
over the poetry of loss
how these words still sting
spill their stain on everything
Leaving sacred lands by force
as history took a twisted course
no justice down through the years
along this unending trail of tears
Long past all of the flames
all that now remain are the names
of the brave Cherokee and Creek
ghost lands they still now seek
Forced to make their way west
having to face every test ...
#hate
#WritingPoetry
#historical
#culture
#tradition
17 reads
7 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
17 reads
2 Comments
Rainbowaphobia
So, why do you fear the rainbow
while its colors are all brightly aglow
haven’t you embraced your hue… yet
while its colors are all brightly aglow
haven’t you embraced your hue… yet
#hate
#LGBT
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
19 reads
Adrift
With a past stolen
even names purloined
conjoined with a future
bleak as a black streak
across cracked cinderblock
running down its bleached face
the present is vacant
running out the clock
while I am taking stock
of all of the sins
from our confounding fathers
even names purloined
conjoined with a future
bleak as a black streak
across cracked cinderblock
running down its bleached face
the present is vacant
running out the clock
while I am taking stock
of all of the sins
from our confounding fathers
#hope
#honesty
#racism
#anger
#hate
20 reads
4 Comments
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