I Hate Poets Poem by Saint Cynosure
I Hate Poets
Poets try to give belief,
in every sorrowful word that you read.
Open up wholly,
spit out their words.
So you share their pain,
they've got to be heard.
Silly in sentence,
devilish tricks.
I cant stand their sights,
they just make me sick.
Climb up a tree,
hang myself with a belt.
How dare them,
tell me how I felt.
I wish they'd all just go away,
as if the sun could melt.
No more poets,
no more I say.
Is it so hard for you to see.
just how much I cant stand me.
c'mon....how could you hate poets? ? ? ....self loathing is never a good thing, my friend.
well since you wrote a poem that makes you a poet. Do you hate yourself? this was a different kind of poem, but not all poets are the same, try reading some of my poetry. but I did enjoy reading it.
I really enjoyed this. I know that you didn't ask my opinion, but the last two line, Clever direction, but i don't like the execution. How about just ending it ... no more I say. I can't stand me
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I would like to translate this poem
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8/18/2025 1:27:44 PM # 1.0.0
lol...lol... that is so funny cuming from you. Climb up a tree, hang myself with a belt. wat the heck... that dont sound childish at all... nope... not..at.. all.. lol! Becca