The ones I hate, the ones I hold

 The prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is: write about three things you hate and tear them down, and/or three things you love and celebrate them.

The ones I hate, the ones I hold

Oh, how I hate the greedy ones 
those who hunger for a killing,
hoarding the world’s warm layers,
stuffing them into a thousand silent rooms
because they can.

I hate the icy ones 
those who let cold water drip
onto the tender heart,
until it shrinks,
starved and shivering
in their winter.

I hate the ones who ignore,
who let you drift like a ghost
through empty corridors of nothingness,
unseen, disconnected,
lost in the mist of disregard.

But I love the generous souls,
those who share their last crumbs of comfort.
Where laughter lingers in the kitchen,
hands pass the potatoes,
leaning close, raining stories,
whispering care.

I love the warm-hearted 
those who gather hugs like sunlight,
who unroll love from the sky
like long forgotten promises,
who reach out gentle hands
from the quiet.

I love those who make you feel seen,
who murmur kindness into the world,
who breathe hope into the air,
connecting with their small light,
gifting you a smile
that unrolls from the sky
like a promise remembered.