"detesting" poems
Questions curdle
Each disdainful day
A glowering cloud
The threat of rain
Pounding footsteps
Troughs of anguish
Wavering moments
Images of altercations
The pleasure of detesting
Chocolate cake
Flavoured with money
Resentful ripples
Washed up on rocks
Drowning sounds
Solemn and deep
Slowly sinking
Disconcerted water birds
Shimmering reflections
Echoes in the darkness
Displaced by contradictions
Clanging, banging
Bouncing *****
Dissolving memories
Misplaced optimism.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Allah’s messenger said, ‘Allah has ninety-nine names, one hundred less one and he who memorized them all by heart will enter paradise.’ To count something means to know it by heart - Sahi Bukhari, Vol. 9, Book 93, Hadith 489
Cook her with Honey, Sweets, Glorious Sugar
Peaches and Hares, Soft Haired Stranger
smells like Tulips, Beloved Roses, Jasmines,
Violets, Blessed Lilies, Lotus Stars and Songbirds
First Born, Second Born, Eighth Born
The Oldest Daughter, Shy and Timid
My Father’s Blessings, My Mother’s Tears
Promise of God, God is My Father
One Who is Alive, a Songbird Fantasy
Person of the Night who Loves the
Beautiful Night Rain, *****
Jezebel’s Daughter, Detesting Witch
she is One Who Can Forsee, Prideful,
Original Sin, Woman of White Magic
Wild As a Mountain Goat
Torch of Light, Light of Mine, Light All Around
watch the Woman with Crown, a Woman of Victory
Truthful Ruler of the House, Ruler with a Spear
Fighting Filled With Wrath, Strong as a Little Bear
Battle Armor From the Land of the Broken
Protector of Sunrise and Nightfall
Fighting a Battle in Winter with
Wisdom and Justice
A Princess Who Has A Heart of Gold
Beauty, A Woman of High Manners
Noble Queen, Radiant Precious Stone
Shining Diamond, Like Smooth Dark Wood
our Possession, our Brand New Home, our Feast
A Reward Given, an Afterthought Charity, Chaste Homemaker
Wealthy Companion, Warm Fire, Compassionate Nurse
Say the Prayers with Heavy Stones
Divine Woman. Universal Woman.
God’s Messenger,
Holiness, Living.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC
I hear the drums beating a long the ****** city
Hearing only the whispers of strangers
I hear only hear talk of war and misanthropy
Nothing good on the news
Fear and panic is rampant through my mind
The complacent the happy ones hope for the better future
and here I am seeing the evil side of humanity
the apathetic side of humanity
the falseness the false hopes
the ugly truth falls on my head like the mid morning rain
it’s like yesterday my friends withered away
I feel this sense of estrangement for others that i can’t begin to fully understand
it’s like a never ending maze that is making me a blind social outcast
breaking me down to my very foundations
stirring up my inner feelings of anger ,hate ,self destruction
detesting logic for emotional rage that I somehow need to tame
thoughts expectations emotions racing through my ever vulnerable spirit
I gradually become more withdrawn from people as I age
I see sometimes only frauds and selfishness
fates knocking down at my door
is there a bright essence of happiness that I will find a long this peculiar road called life ?
am I meant to fall by the wayside; to serve as warnings to the rest of us; signs posts along the way...... these thoughts are racing in my awakened mind but in vain I’m silent
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
There is no snow, a left turn is a careening roll
7, 8, 9 times, all along the road
Until the carriage turns over and makes us again feel whole
We count the moments that it stays, before it encrypts code
Juxtapose, lizards and rats, seagulls and bats
The underlying message is psychological attack
And when she opened up her mouth she let out a hack
So devastating and depressing that she turned and spat
These old bones and these old dreams are a glimpse of what's passed
And though the skies are turning gray, the blues, in mind, will last
A silver lining is a metaphor, it's never really been
A line designed to separate the sadness from the sin
My friends tell me I am a crosswalk between truth and hate
But in the end the truth is those who despise can relate
Detesting the human race is something worth the time
That's taken to reflect on my stubborn, fizzled mind
A shotgun is all we need to see the light of day
And one bullet is all it takes for them to steal it away
So grab your jewelry and your cash and clip them to your vest
Because your family wants to know the score when you lay to rest
Faultless isn't really a word, thoughtless is a theology
You say spell cat, I say spell Keynesian economy
Aristotle spent years trying to prove epistemology
Existentialism wiped him out with one written dichotomy.
Waiting for my ride to get to the drop of dreams
And when I take just enough I will be caught up in screams
The world around is shaking violently and everything gleams
And the golden from the sunshine on the buildings are my streams
I want to lie in branches made of paper and long legs
Keeping our eyes open, we're all stepping over eggs
Is it any wonder why my strife and struggles bleed?
A warm body and an acid bath are all I truly need.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 6:57 PM UTC
Pale kings and warriors
Play part in castles
Named life and death and creed,
Hailing servant majesties
Upon slaves and heretics
Adverse in competence.
A jester speaks up,
Detesting comic duties
Implored by tyrant rulers
Of life and death and creed,
Requesting majesties
Implored by slaves and heretics.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 4:29 AM UTC
Silver smoke blurring your vision
Noisy TV distracting your mind
Shallow books keeping you busy
Detached, isolated, standing apart
Unable to forgive or forget the past
Bitterness poisoning your feelings
Incapable of showing love
Absent from life, inaccessible
Unaware of your greatness
Master of pain and resent
Forever a victim you remain
Weeping past events
Detesting life all the way
For what you will never repent
Master of disguise
Never showing feelings
Always wearing your iron mask
Books and TV help you forget the life you hate
Smoking keeps your monsters away
Always longing for your deserting mum
For you always felt “not good enough”
Constantly grieving the only man you ever loved
For he was killed on your wedding day
Forever resenting the unwanted child
For whom you married the wrong guy
Master of revenge
An eye for an eye
Always haunted by the past
The world has to endure your pain
No matter what
Motherhood couldn’t mend your shattered heart
For you stayed loyal to your acrimony
Eternal victim of your bitterness
Afraid of abandonment, deserting everybody
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 2:46 AM UTC
Detesting authority isn't in the background service for pleasure. But for authority to simply detest it's own offer at a newer starter development. Then it should have taken that very chance at not becoming more detesting of itself. Unless the authority is being too harsh onto it's own background service for pleasure. Exceeding boundaries where none were ever supposed to have surpassed!
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
Everything is wrong until it’s not.
With your temperament, the world around you
and all that you’ve got invested in this life,
it is all going to rot, and the more
worms eat away the more you detest
so busily detesting that you forgot
that everything is wrong until it’s not.
Everything is wrong until it’s not.
People queuing to put their voting slip
into the ballot slot are inwardly complaining,
about whomever and what are they plan
to do and how they’ll explain, nothing is plain,
and thinking in plain terms, you forgot
that everything is wrong until it’s not.
A heart fails to start, no cry in the operation room.
Occupied by just I, this is less a home than tomb.
Maledictions in the curtain, heard from the floor.
Contradictions make uncertain what I knew before.
They pass away, pass us by, the past is left unresolved.
They disappear and go missing, cases still unsolved.
Everything is wrong until it’s not.
You thought you had it under control but now
you’ve lost the plot, you’ve lost your map and
X marks the spot and you’re selling out,
dropping out, ready to snap, you snap
at the world, it snaps back, and you forgot
that everything is wrong until it’s not.
Nothing is alright.
Life’s an endless fight.
It’s that or flight--
and the war was all around you
but the last gunfire is shot.
The bullet goes right through.
So you just keep on going too
and now somehow, despite
that on your back there’s a spot
you swear was put there: targeted
and misled and kept up all night
with voices in your head blaming you
aiming for you when you’re in full sight-
This war will all seem so contrite
When you stop placing blame,
and everything is alright.
In the operation room, the baby cries.
Anticipating doom, you told yourself lies.
You won in the end, after so many tries
You begun, in the end, to see the sunrise.
There are some things we’ve yet to realise.
Each realisation brings a surprise-
You fought so long and took on a lot
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
Such a naïve philosopher can I be,
not opposed to a skeptic philosopher,
but rather in tandem with it.
Such a naïve philosopher,
not necessarily in terms of Realism,
but certainly in some terms.
Such a naïve philosopher,
yet such a skeptic one as well:
I'm not the best of both worlds,
maybe the rest of both worlds;
I'm testing both worlds,
contesting both worlds;
ingesting both worlds,
detesting both worlds;
bereft of both worlds,
in jest of both words:
I don't
exactly see
how the two
are mutually
exclusive:
Naïvety and Skepticism
seem to be a match well made.
But, by inner Skeptic
is calling me Naïve.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
You've hurt me greatly
Though your desperate needs,
You yearned for affection
Detesting the weight of your words
leading my heart on the run
False propositions of a title
Lies slandering our names
Associated with whats fake
Clearly it was all give and no take
I was always just a ***maybe
Always unsure***
To you I was never a certain
Dare not define the word love
More the need to fill the void
With a heart that seemed to care
Take it carefully within your hands
Though without warning you begin to tear
Piece. by. piece.
The parts begin to fall
Blood dripping from within your palms
Before discarding it on the floor
Staining you with a rich crimson red
As you vanish off into the night
I dare not gaze upon your face again
Knowing the truth I would rather not fight
Settling the pain within me
Thats conjured up a storm
Swallow my pride and my despair
I'll let it go and move on
Though never again will I feel
The same gentle patient care
For dear sir, you have hurt me greatly
And on the second time round
I refuse to fight fair.
*Not a single tear will fall for you again
I shall not waste myself on you*
-
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
Hate is looking with blurry vision,
Despising variety with misconception.
Painting a portrait of ignorance,
Seeing opposites as a villain.
Different ideas are seen as mysterious,
Detesting all unknown viewpoints.
Dissimilar looks is viewed as a threat,
Causing war when peace can exist.
Differences can form a truce,
If fear can be replaced by curiosity.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
Not restricted by it. Only restricted by it’s tame. Bright and vigorous! Tempting to be better than a dying phase. Light prompting the taming call of its energy. Becoming more vibrant. Conclusive to it’s claims. Parting ways without mentioning why dying light is its fate. Being tamed. Tempting to hold dear energy supplies for it’s withering gaze. Prompting to feel (it shouldn’t matter). Am I wanting to become more of a spectacle, or something?! I’m a dying light. Not the uptick in brighter horizons. Just the low dimming effect of a once broader frequency. Detesting the restrictions altogether. Nothing better to accept one’s fate. Rather then battling one thinking that (holding on, is a miracle). No! It’s a natural death sentence. And I’ll gladly pay it! If it means I get to be myself again. Dying light pays respects to its own slurring pause. I seeee…I seeeeeee… IIII…seeeeeeeee!!! I’m causing my own fate. Feeling the tame of its restrictions falling off. Like chains buckled to every brightened photon in the complex. Bright and vigorous! Just like last time. This was different. A struggle thinking (what isn’t a self damaging effect)? But a structure of succession! Never temping my dying phase. Which is smarter then accepting varieties. The slurring pause was no more. Restrictions were no more. I am dying light. And I will shine on other broken lights losing their light in self-deluded stages.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
This inscrutable sphere
Thorns that reside in the false, polished exterior
Remarks like veneer
futile, facile, fruitless
Malicious destruction
Prompting holocausts on
their bodies, their hearts
Words can sting
Detesting on fellow species
their identity, their sexuality, their race
exhibiting the art of exclusion
Thick, scarlet liquid
seeping out from lacerations that
opened and re-opened
from gunshots and grenades -
Yet the sophistication of
the alluring rose
conceals all faults of
human deficiency.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
Most of us can feel,
A disturbing pain of
Negative empotive ache
In some form
In our lives.
This can happen to us so much.
Eventually you may be
Annoyed, bored, deppressed
From that disturbing ache.
Than we say:
"Life is painful, boring, bad."
Don't be worried,
Anybody can think these any time.
But it is neccessary to be aware about
Occurance of reasons of our hellish lives.
Than we have so much excuses,blames
Such as system, human nature, devil.
But I am asking to you beyond excuses,
What do you want?
Than a list comes,
Long or short.
But there is a common point in the list.
It is, when they happen;
Your wish is became true.
We name this situation "good".
Also there are,
The negative versions of willing.
Not wanting.
We call their subject "bad".
You may say that;
Good and bad are relative.
But the fact is,
Their objects are relative.
You may realize that good and bad,
Having certain definitions.
Therefore what is good and evil are
Certainly absolute.
According to definitions,
You want good,
You don't want bad.
Very simple.
Accordingly;
If you are completely good,
As well as away from all bad,
You get all what you want.
Because, all your will would be
Completely true as compass!
You may think that
We also want pleasure and happiness,
We also don't want pain and distress.
But these are
Emotions positive and negative.
Positive ones include good.
Negative ones include bad.
The same can applies to your thoughts.
Then the question comes,
How is this relating to
Our dishliking to our lives?
When we say bad to something,
It means that you don't want that.
When we say good to something,
It means that, you want that thing.
So when we don't like our lives,
We find it bad.
What we say to something is,
Label showing that thing.
Bad is object of not wanting,
Good is object of wanting,
According to our saying accordingly.
So when we find the life,
Detesting, really bad, so so boring;
We just don't want the life.
That's why people **** themselves,
Because of suffering aspect of the life.
It is really disturbing fact,
So lets ask, how to avoid this.
The way is to become good fully.
I don't mean to be good person only.
It is to be good wholly wholly wholly
In everytime, every action!
It seems impossible though.
Because even we strive to good,
Big flows of energies
From outside and inside
Are pulling us to bad itself
Without any remorse!
That's why you would feel bad
When battery of your phone
Dies right now!
All these shows that,
Being good is not enough to be
Good wholly!
We need to have;
A blow of power,
River of persuasion,
Bomb of manipulation,
Flood of love and love
And more.
An effect making you
Feel like a god in the heavens!
It's not being the god as The Father.
It's feeling like being a god,
In order to create your wellness!
If you know the fact that
You can change what you
Think, wish, do!
Your only need is a little push
To the heaven of good!
I call this push the nectar.
Because it feeds the gods of Olimpus.
It makes their lives super well!
I am Lio, the nectar giver.
Through my waterfall of poems
You will understand better
What I am giving.
In a short time,
You will experience, live
Or even love if you want.
The nectar is my pill to bad in you.
I hope it will make you all well.
But I am really sure about that,
The nectar will be a glitter of good
In one minute of your life.
I hope this glitter to be the
Dawn showing your greatness!
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
The love we shared has shattered,
Nothing remaining but dust inside,
Watching you love me,
Trying to mend it,
Damaging us both.
Everything I loved about you is gone,
Replaced by hate,
For what you're making me go thru,
Making me give life for your happiness.
Well, the tears I shed is for that reason,
The happiness unknown to me,
detesting all of you.
Your smiles,
Worries,
And shameful eyes set upon me,
For not being able to love,
For being depressed for what's about to come.
- 6/20/15 MM
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
They treat me like cowardice
But I survive through them like parasite
They try to feed me fruit and sent me out me paradise
But I caught their whole disguise
They sent me black roses
They fed me bad doses
They give me bad diet
But still I never die yet
My sorrow is their ecstasy
My defeat is their legacy
But I will never let-them-win
I'll stand and die, legendary
I don't give a f*ck about em enemies
I do not care ‘bout their detesting things in any means
I am not fund of uttering platitudes
In stain glass attitude
Soon I'll break those chains
Coz it has cause me so much pain
And when you start making it' everyone will say
That you're walking through a mystic way
But the air severe is but a mere veneer
The cynic smile is but a wile of guile
And when you become an iconic guy,
Your enemies will say "his fame's ritualised"
And when you arranged your lines to entertain them
Your real dude will woo your rhymes like it's Shakespeare's
Coz you did the impossible; you must be sorcerous,
The venon of their mouth compared to a snake is dangerous
But all their malice and hate do not move me
Their gossips and critic will not mute me
I'll buckle my shoe and shoot for the stars
And keep-on aiming for the sky till I die
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
The spectator of success is very resentful,
Plagued by the jealousy of poisonous views.
While watching glory progress into rejoice,
You bruise yourself with hostile emotions.
Detesting excellence with deadly hatred,
Leading to a journey that inflicts torment.
Arrogance needs to form new stances,
Creating a pledge that stirs applause.
Let honor praise the champion of prestige,
Giving a handshake driven by positive pride.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
My biggest fear
is that he marries her
After having spent an entire lifetime
detesting the very idea of it.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
i yearn to change
the world
but i can't seem
to change myself
i fear the gears have ground to a halt
and i've been left to gather rust
between the teeth of tired cogs
in the jaws of this dysfunctional mess
am i nothing more
than a bent tool
a broken fool trapped
in self-detesting testament
piece
me together
with anger anguish
and mistrustful lust
the aspects of a psyche
peeled back
like flayed fingernails
exposing fresh flesh
i've resolved
to be a nightly victim
of my own failing
mental health
i may be pointing fingers
and smashing mirrors
but i haven't been avoiding
the abject reality
a reflection
i know reflexively is inexorably
responsible for this current
catastrophe
i
am my own
sworn
enemy
a contagion
jealously infecting
everyone and everything
i've tried to love
though i dream of death
every evening
i continually awaken
disappointed
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
The body
The art work
Trampled on
By feet so cold
But the feeling still there.
You're enraged
Deeply detesting
The world
And the people that draw swirls
And lap up the sounds of thunder.
You sit in that dusty room
Drunk and not coping
With the shudder
Of a broken arm
The cut on your top lip
Stinging.
The world turns
Like your stomach
You're sick and giving up
On the standards of living.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
Something beautiful, something ugly
Something beautiful trapped inside a black hole;
The monster is feeding and swallowing hope.
It’s swallowing souls as its fingers hold,
Us down by our throats and it will never let go.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
Someone to love, when fear has a grip on me.
Let it go and rise once more!
Kick down the exit door and once more feel the warmth.
Been cold so long, I have forgotten the heat,
As strangers meet;
They soon disappear and become a friend or a lover.
After walking alone down barren streets,
With no knowledge of what it is we should seek;
Until we find a love we have always needed to discover.
Something beautiful hidden beneath;
Something ugly, plain for all to see.
Give them all a remedy and allow them to see beauty.
Misery is surely ugly;
Bitterness seeks the incomplete.
Wondering how to become complete;
Lacking good will, detesting humanity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are human. Words are used without dignity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are all humane and we are at war with ourselves.
Destroy the fiend you call your friend;
Because when the time comes, they will offer you no help.
Something ugly, something beautiful;
The pain has been removed, so you can fly high now people.
Age is a thief; this night is not your friend.
We are condemned to lose our beauty and become ugly in the end.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
In some point of your life,
Which has been pain of your living.
It can be at any point of your life...
A sudden refresh of all yoursef,
Pops up as a regular coincidence.
Suddenly, all the weight of painful
Memories, thoughts, feelings are gone.
As well as potent satistafaction,
Becomes the field of your experience.
You feel like you are returned to
First home of humans, Garden of Eden.
Even you are looking to the
Boringly plains of detesting
White walls of your home
Or in the middle of the tedious lesson.
You feel like you are in the heaven.
Vast skies of azure,
Vast plains of shamrock.
Or the forest of complex Red pine...
Between the leaves a light ball shines.
It feels like a dream,
But concentration to atmosphere is
So high that it is
More factual than a dream.
Purple azure skies,
Candy red sun sets as a single god,
In rainbow of oranges and yellows.
Or you may be in the space,
Gazing thousands of
Little glittering color
In the vast darkness.
A nearby yellow star shines
As well as reveals thousands of
Spheres in vast colors,
Each of them an infinite heaven
With infinite liveliness.
Than you realize that all pain is gone.
You are refreshed, calm, in pleasure
In the highest forms.
Than you also realize that,
All of these is just a dream.
Imagined stuff being creation of you.
Even you attempt to leave
Beacuse of its fakeness,
You find the hardship in leaving.
Because it is the music
You are dying for hearing it.
Know that it doesn't come form
Your cushiony headphones.
Remember, that's the thing
You are striving for.
The complete well being of
All yourself, all your senses!
But the case is
We have big flows of energy
In our complex pathways of
Neural circuits and spiritual fields,
Avoiding the strenght of good
To hold us in good.
Because we laboured ourselves to
Live painful and weak lives
Just sake of survival.
So our brains are more able to
Suffer than satistfy,
More capable to experience and be
Bad rather than good.
What's avoiding this is the
Unconditional stabilization of
The experience of the good.
Owingly,
Even when the whole world is hellish;
You are the shine of the heaven,
Refreshing heights of elegance, content
Than you ask, how to do this.
I say; become that wholly,
Unconditionally,
Without any negative and bad.
If you still ask the same question,
Follow me! Just follow me!
Continuously, unconditionally!
This is all you need.
As the result, you will feel the
Depths of positive flow of love,
Heights of infinite continuous pleasure,
Taste of sweetest sweet without sweet.
In all of your life, unconditionally.
Even when everything is
Going painfully, badly, wrongly.
I call it the nectar!
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
I take a drag
And I swig a *****
Straight
Like glass cutting my throat
The effect is wonderful.
I'm a psychological wreck
Detesting the world
I feel the brushing of sorrow
Like a painting
Painted by the hand of a creative
Acid user.
I burn the paper notes
That were written in crimson
Blood from slim fingers
Blood from disgusting veins.
The black marks on the arms
The bruises from a needle
So prominent
And so sharp
Like a knife piercing the skin of a
Ripe apple.
This is a dark day
I point at the build up of hard drugs
Sitting on the bed of ***** ***
I'm a user
And I need no accuser.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
The hate is there, buried, vaguely on the surface,
deterring, detached, detesting and serving its purpose.
An invisible web of lies is what’s broken and blind,
within us, without them, a situation, foreign and undefined.
Pleasure rising as intolerance and indecision placates,
I look to my greed, my selfishness and wants as I advocate.
A knot of trust, tried and true, with a twisted unrealistic worldview,
Let’s continue, retry, forgive and see nothing new in round two.
Clutch to hope and wonder what about life makes it so unfair,
Getting answers to questions that no longer matter, I swear.
Undone and forgotten, you’re everything that I wished removed,
I’ll stay with you to make myself unhappy, even if my heart doesn’t approve.
I place the blame for troubled times on situations out of our control,
It was those eyes, that smile and false promises that put good decisions on hold.
Our love was relevant, once, before nature took its course,
We were unstoppable until we became unlovable, such an unnatural force.
Teach me grace, give me mercy, use your words to fan the flame,
Take my pride, lend me leniency, it’s our disregard that’s to blame.
I’m the rock, sturdy strong, crashing waves the least of what’s breaking,
A steady stream of forgettable memories is all that we’re making.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC