Hatred Poems
Leave
by baby panda
"i still think of you
...am i even surprised anymore?"
.
late night again
it's getting pointless
and it's getting
noisy in my head
......
A Name
by bella fish
Isabella is the storm crashing down in the dark, wreaking havoc
It’s the lighthouse on a hill, peering over the town.
It means devoted to god and in which reminds me that I seem to never be,
The spot in a religion I was separated from long ago
Isabella is the name you give to a portrait, not a person.
Something framed, staring out at you with nothing to say.
Isabella, the syllables stretch too long in my mouth
Like a red carpet unrolling, all elegant and proper
A name that arrives with ceremony, when silence would do perfectly
I want names that crack when spoken, that carry dirt,
......
"Judisch sein in einer hasserfüllten Welt"
by Mario Odekerken
Es beginnt nicht mit Schreien,
sondern mit Blicken,
die zu lange haften bleiben,
mit Fragen,
die keine Neugier tragen
sondern Urteil-höflich verpackt.
Du gehst durch Straßen,
als trügst du Geschichte auf der Stirn.
Jeder Schritt ruft Echos hervor von Namen,
......
"Being Jewish in a hateful world"
by Mario Odekerken
It doesn't start with shouting
but with glances that linger too long,
questions that carry no curiosity
only judgement, wrapped in politeness.
You walk through streets
as if history is written on your forehead,
as if every step awakens echoes
of names meant to be forgotten
but never were.
......
Not Every Soul Makes Into Heaven
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Save me from myself, dear God...
And from my wretched past...
I’ve paid the ultimate penance...
In this inferno of hell ever last...
I’ve learned the important lessons...
From all my evil ways...
Give my soul some peace, dear God...
In these long and final days...
......
A Name
by bella fish
Isabella is the storm crashing down in the dark, wreaking havoc
It’s the lighthouse on a hill, peering over the town.
It means devoted to god and in which reminds me that I seem to never be,
The spot in a religion I was separated from long ago
Isabella is the name you give to a portrait, not a person.
Something framed, staring out at you with nothing to say.
Isabella, the syllables stretch too long in my mouth
Like a red carpet unrolling, all elegant and proper
A name that arrives with ceremony, when silence would do perfectly
I want names that crack when spoken, that carry dirt,
......
Inside voices
by Sarah Abdulla
“Shhh, don’t speak”, she whispers
in my ear, the sound of her words
so sharp they pierce my ears.
“They’ll know what to take if you speak”,
she tells me, but I have chosen to
ignore her cautious words.
There is a salty taste in my mouth,
watery drops spilling from my
eyes, I’m crying.
The voices are taunting me
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Het Jood zijn in een haatvolle wereld
by Mario Odekerken
Het begint niet met schreeuwen
maar met blikken die te lang blijven hangen
vragen die geen nieuwsgierigheid dragen
maar oordeel,verpakt in beleefdheid.
Je loopt door straten
alsof je geschiedenis op je voorhoofd draagt,
alsof elke voetstap echo's wekt
van namen die vergeten moesten worden
maar nooit werden vergeten.
......
"Being Jewish in a hateful world"
by Mario Odekerken
It doesn't start with shouting
but with glances that linger too long,
questions that carry no curiosity
only judgement, wrapped in politeness.
You walk through streets
as if history is written on your forehead,
as if every step awakens echoes
of names meant to be forgotten
but never were.
......
"Judisch sein in einer hasserfüllten Welt"
by Mario Odekerken
Es beginnt nicht mit Schreien,
sondern mit Blicken,
die zu lange haften bleiben,
mit Fragen,
die keine Neugier tragen
sondern Urteil-höflich verpackt.
Du gehst durch Straßen,
als trügst du Geschichte auf der Stirn.
Jeder Schritt ruft Echos hervor von Namen,
......
