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I Love The Way You Lie

I know that you are seeing someone else,
I'm not there when you close your eyes,
I believe that you are kissing me,
Knowing I love the way you lie.

I hear those three words from your lips,
If love is even possible, it's impossible to cry,
Though I know your heart is not truly mine,
I will always love the way you lie.

Your arms hold me as if you care,
My wise heart still wonders why,
Pretending that everything is alright,
Because I love the way you lie.

When I kiss you I think about nothing,
Wishing it wasn't you when I open my eyes,
I wonder, if I told you the truth,
Would you love the way I lie?





Written for Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Sing To Me"

Inspired by the song "Love The Way You Lie Pt. 2" by Rihanna ft. Eminem


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Love And Hate



Love and hate are closely connected Emotions both strong and intense A fine line divides these extremes Oft times we straddle the fence It takes what seems like an innocent event To shove us one way or the other We're up on top of the world one moment Next moment afraid we'll smother Controlling emotions is difficult at best Bombarded by outside influence Always requiring strength and dedication To maintain love's continuance Lost without love's sweet guiding light Through sad time and times of joy Love must conquer the uncertain heart And never allow hate to destroy Love and hate are closely connected Emotions both strong and intense A fine line divides these two extremes Oft times we straddle the fence © Jack Ellison 2013


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This Heart of Mine

You know I hate to love you baby

You're only playin with my heart.

So many dreams you've shattered

So many lives you've torn apart.


If only I could walk away

If my heart could just forget

If the tangled web of love you've spun

Didn't pose such a threat.


Then I could love to love you baby

My heart it could take wings.

I could fall into this love affair

One that had no strings.


But in your hands, my heart a weapon

To be tortured and teased.

My dreams, the ones you've shattered

To be tossed out as you please.


You know I hate to love you baby

Because this heart of mine

Is fragile and it's tender and it's

Living on borrowed time.


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Who is the wise man

When your deeds are high why worry; keep your heads high

Many may ditch you; few may follow you; if not walk alone

Do not go by what others do; Appreciate not for seeking theirs

Respect is what you earn, futile to solicit it from others

 

Need not follow the disappearing trends, recommend the best

Be the judge for you, respond to criticism; do not hate others

Ignore those who hate you, forget those who own up their mistakes

Guidance is how you seek, who is the wise man? – find them in others

 

The path you walk will be charted by you; expect not from others

When your deeds are high why not keep your heads high

Many may ditch you; few may follow you; if not walk alone

There are many like you, keep walking; the world is bound to follow you.


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Despicable Me

I should be mad at you
I should be upset
I should just walk away
And say, “To hell with it!”

I should lock that door
I should throw away the key
I should be contemptuous
Oh, but that isn't me

Instead I make excuses
For what you do and say
I try to see the good in you
And love you through the day

I forget past transgressions
I come back to your arms
I forget all the ugliness
And I revel in your charms

I should just walk away
I should make you learn
But oh, that just isn't me
Instead I burn and yearn

Well, try not to worry
When I’m all bruised and torn
I’ll only have myself to blame
For to you my love I've sworn.

I am full of self-loathing
For my blind eyes cannot see
Anything but your beauty
Oh…..despicable me!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Miss You

I don't like it when we're apart
I so hate to be alone
I know you call  me every day
But It's not the same on the phone.

I hate to sleep here by myself
I prefer you next to me
For when you're lying next to me
I'm not afraid, no need to be.

The place feels empty without you
A gloomy tomb like space
It no longer feels like home
It needs your smiling face

I know this is just temporary
And I'm sure I will endure
But absence makes my heart grow fonder
So I just miss you all the more.


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The Line between Love and Hate

I hate you for not caring
I hate you for not being there
I hate you for not responding
I hate you for your pompous air

I hate you for mutilating
This sensitive heart of mine
I hate you for not seeing me
As possessing beauty fine

I hate you for your incessant
Playing with my deep emotion
And I hate you for the ridicule
Of my ardent strong devotion

I hate you for not giving me
The dire attention that I need
And I do hate you for making
This little heart of mine to bleed

I hate you for being indifferent
And I hate you for being rude
I hate you for being handsome
And I hate you for being crude

I hate you because you make me
Forget to be vicious like you
And I hate that you make me want
To give my love to you anew

I hate the truth that proclaims
A thin line twix love and hate
I hate it that you’ve made me
Want to cross that line of late.


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Gone But Not Forgotten

I remember it now
Not all, but enough
To understand how
I am afraid to accept love

Because some love hurts
Especially the kind you gave
The kind nobody deserves
The kind that plants the seed of hate

It matters little if you feel remorse
Your guilt could never ease my pain
The damage you did cannot be reversed
I still wear the residue of shame

And you will never have my forgiveness
My hatred will be your only companion
As you lie upon your deathbed
Feeling frightened and abandoned

You still won't even have my pity
Pathetic as you are
All you will ever be is what you did to me
As I will always bear these ugly scars


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A Poem About Hate



This whole poem is all about hate Like I hate to say goodbye Or I hate the fact I'm not with you Every moment, you and I I hate it when other men look at you Hate to have to share you at all I'd like to lock you up in a dungeon In a castle with twenty foot walls Think I'm greedy well maybe I am Hate to admit it but it's true Want you all to myself all the time On my mind every day through Hate it when other guys look at you You're all mine and mine alone Go ogle some other guy's woman My hatred is very well known The hate that I feel is caused by love Don't ever want to say goodbye This burning love is so overwhelming My hatred just intensifies © Jack Ellison 2014 HA! Fooled you!!!


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Vengeance

Like a fiery vengeance
Grasped in open hand
Cuts the loathed foe
Stains your own land

Hate surges like flood
Shatters the weak soul
Spilling the divine blood
Of both sides involved

Anger drives men crazy
Like a tropical storm
Loss are assessed lately
When started to mourn

Forgiveness is not easy
And not for everyone
Don’t wait until query
What have I done?


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She's Frigid

Chills run up my spine
Whenever she is near
Shivers are present
When her voice I hear

Trembling from her sight
I will glance away
Ice runs through her veins
Is what they all say

I want to stay far
But close do I stay
She is so frigid
For warmth I do pray



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A Creep

She broke my heart, what can I do?
I can’t believe she fancies you.
You schemed to tear our love apart.
What can I do: she broke my heart?

She’ll see some day you’re such a creep,
And maybe then she’ll sit and weep;
But till that time, you’ll have your way.
You’re such a creep! She’ll see some day… 

For Andrea’s Swap Quatrains contest


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The Unfinished Chapter

The beginning was a question,
Dealing the the heart's true want.
The prologue filled with innocence,
And lovely sober thoughts.

Then stories took an awry twist,
And things came complicated.
The feelings that were filled with love,
They soon became sedated.

Now drunken, hopeless lonliness,
She walks the path alone.
You chose another over her,
And cast her from her home.

With founding hate the mourners cry,
And wear their veils of black.
The girl you cast into the Earth,
Has had her "heart attack."

With seizing pain the letters scream,
Up at you from the grave.
To know that this is all your fault,
It sets your soul ablaze.

But not for long, you'll see her soon,
In hell or heaven; both,
Are good as any other choice,
So you won't have to be alone.

With hate and tears and love and fears,
You bid the world good-bye.
Take one last breath and then you jump,
A soulless suicide.

The epilogue will bear your name,
Forever, etched in stone.
You gave your life to end her strife,
And so she wouldn't be alone.


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LIES

Why do people tell untruths,
And lie about their neighbors,
Spinning tales of guilt and shame.
With tongues as sharp as sabers?

Why spend the time alotted you,
Destroying reputations,
Causing undue anguish 'mongst,
Your friends and close relations?

For one lie just begets one more,
And then the ball starts rolling,
And soon you've told so many lies,
The thing just won't quit growing;

And lies don't just produce more lies,
Oh No, there's that and more,
There's Hate for all the things you said,
And then Revenge for sure;

So lies are not just little things,
They hurt whoever's mentioned.
It doesn't really matter,
What at first was your intention;

For words have power, don't forget,
So guard your tongue with care,
For once the words have passed your lips,
It's said for foul or fair;

And life is such a fleeting thing,
Each day that passes, forfeit.
We really can't afford to waste,
One single, precious moment.


"TO HATE IS TO BE A LIAR, TO SLANDER IS TO BE A FOOL."
                                                                     Proverbs 10:18

"WHEN A GOOD MAN SPEAKS, HE IS WORTH LISTENING TO BUT THE WORDS OF FOOLS ARE A DIME A DOZEN."
                                Proverbs 10:20


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BEAUTY, LOVE AND HATE

Where there is beauty
Much hate lies
The love given freely
For same another dies.


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Lively Poetry

I don't understand
Why you hate me so 
I didn't do anything
But I always let it go.

I'm tired of letting you 
Push me around
You've hurt my emotions
And run my life to the ground.

I wanted to stop fighting
Really, I did
But you always had to hate me
And act like a little kid.

I'm sorry if the truth hurts
Stop getting mad at me
You seem to love picking fights with me
I say, "please, just let it be!"

I'm sorry if you don't like him
I don't feel the way you do
I don't care if you hate him
He's for me and not for you.


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War And Fleece

The governments are fighting.
They're handing us their guns.
Which one will we call evil
and will ours be the ones?

Our enemies a soldier
who's married with a child
who's fighting for their country
for fear that it has riled.

Their leader is a danger
of everything we know,
but when they start to mimic;
we'll shoot them full of CROW!


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FREE CEE i speak to sy freud couldn't figure out this freak

I SPEAK TO SAY FREUD COULDN'T FIGURE OUT THIS FREAK

My meandering mind beseeches me to speak
While my body bespeaks of it being weak
My brain has become both numb and recalcitrant
And if the truth be known I am a malcontent

I used to have the capability to compute important things
I knew how much change to get when the cash register rings
Now my intellect and intelligence are both null and void
Sh*t, I’d perplex the hell out of even Sigmund Freud

I am irreverent, a rebel and a reprobate
I cannot love so I latch on to hate
Hatred comes easy for a man consumed by regret
Haunted by the travesties I’ve caused and cannot forget

I hate all the people who say “no” to my request
I hate each person who won’t do something at my behest
I hate all the people who hate me for being what I am
And being consumed by hate is from where my problems all stem

I hate all the women who beg “I love you but change”
I hate all the men who are correct when they label me strange
My muddled mind says “speak” yet and still I remain mute
And of the fact that I’m f*cked up there is no ****ing dispute
  © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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WAR

Your word oh God is like unto a lamp
that guides the footsteps of your flock
inscribed upon their hearts like a stamp
and the path of the master they stalk

On the road to Mount Zion they walk
and the gifts they bring you in praise
about their redeemer and King they talk
and his banner is the one that they raise

Their garments resemble the spirit of light
and crowns of radiance upon their head
wield the Word of Truth do they fight
with principalities the earth will shed

Against the rulers of darkness they stand
the fallen sons of God and their wiles
they hold the shield of faith in their hand
to defend against that which defiles

They wrestle not with flesh and blood
against the strongholds of darkness they wield
with the gospel of peace are their feet shod
and the sword of the spirit in the field

They fight against those who mankind would harm
the war is not with weapons of steel
they have gone forth to sound the alarm
to flee from the gods where the fallen do kneel

The knowledge of God teaches love and truth
and tender thoughts of understanding
so many minds acquired hatred in youth
and with the armies of Demons are banding

To understand God his Word you must know
discerning the powers that rule in his stead
the Word who is master the truth will you show
least on the wrong path you be led

The sword of the spirit is the Word of Truth
God does not torture or rape
The Demons are ones who with war do sooth
and the face of this world shape

sources IICor. 10:3-6 Eph. 6:10-17
Mark 13:2 II Tim 3:1-5 
Apocalypse 11:18 , chptr 19

COPYRIGHT © all rights reserved
2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Pornography 1

Many men will hate me for shining light on this touchy subject
And women will inevitably want to throw me under a bus
But as sure as a virus is the root of a pandemic
This subject has breached our hull and is now leaking into us

Was it not inevitable this would happen to a culture?
Like roving hoards and idealogy will subjugate the weak
Our religion, arts, and cultural stories now eclipsed by flashy images
And our perceptions of who we are now come from commercial TV

I can image what it was like to be viewed as a witch on trial
And I realize I’m opening myself to the most soul-withering scrutiny
But most every man you meet has struggled with this very issue
And the long and short of this message is this is not about me

Perhaps my fear of women fuels my longing for power
And in this fantasy world nothing ever goes wrong for me
Or perhaps I should say that’s true until the show is over
Then I drown my empty feeling in the asylum of sleep

There are women I know, cherish and respect in my own way
Who I would not touch if I could, because they are my friends
But when I see these women performing these acts on video
It will make me sad because somewhere, someone cherishes them

I can imagine the judgment from those now reading this message
And the chasm of alienation caused by this impossible fantasy world
Propaganda so sophisticated even the Nazis would be jealous
Incinerating the innocence of so many boys and girls

With every view, these women are banished further away from me
But is it possible that all along that was my very goal?
I don’t understand them, and they don’t understand me
And sometimes I have to wonder if I hate their very souls

Then I think of women that inspire me like Shakespeare
Who I would without hesitation give my life to save theirs
Then I wonder if their man has his own hidden porno stash
And is imprisoning their ‘lady’ in a cell of hopeless fears

I do not wish to plant a seed of doubt in the minds of women
For many men say they do not find pornography appealing
In many cases I guess these guy’s brains are wired differently
And regarding this widespread religion, I think many are not even lying


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FREE CEE everything is everything

      EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING

I hate everything
all the disappointments life can bring
i hate looking back to childhood
and all the friends i once thought were good

i hate everything on this earth
nothing to me has any value or worth
all i ever hear are excuses and lies
and nothing horrid is ever a surprise

guess what, they give and then they take away
and i can't believe anything anyone has to say
they tell me sequins are a diamond ring
and that's why i hate everything

the only thing that will end my tears
is the cometh of my unbearable years
i used to take comfort when i heard a church choir sing
but now i simply hate everything
  (c) 2012 PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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BALKAN WINTER

         BALKEN WINTER
The freeze has brought them to a winters night
they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.

There's no repent for killing that's been done
and no resistance to it going on,
just hate on hate that only grows,
the hint of peace that never shows,
with lots of blame, enough for everyone.

And to this chaos, we have layed the way
for men of opportunity to play
and build their fortunes from it all
while winter makes its deathly call,
and brings another dark and longest day.

The heros are not known, til dies are cast
til all is layed away into the past,
and truth is what a baby hears
but layed to rest in later years,
and right is not defined until the last.


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CLEANING HOUSE

                              CLEANING HOUSE

Look into my heart, Oh Lord,
See who I truly am,
For You alone can know it,
Can truly understand.

Be a lamp unto my feet,
A sword to thwart my foe,
Light the corners of my mind,
Where fear and hate can grow.

Enter my mind and lock it`s door,
To hate and lust and pride,
Arm me with Your mighty Word,
And be my faithful guide.

Show me where my true faults lie,
And help me make it right,
That I may come before Your throne,
Acceptable in Your sight.

                                                     Judy Ball


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LinkedIn to Magi

the Magi travels on the web
deftly legging at the lines
crawling around like tide and ebb
leaving gifts brushing those confines

there is wonder there, to partake
there are sightings, so exquisite
things seen clearly, or opaque
discerning is the only requisite

information and loaded emotion
moving images of hate and love
surfing past advertised promotions
the trick is just to take hold of

what the Magi drop in plain sight
secrets both known, and obscure
love can be heard in sound bites
but hate, nearby will always allure

just ignore hate that always shouts
listening only for quiet whispers
the Magi's magic is now and hereabout
imagining images of peace in pictures

magnetically pulled positive or naught
what is sought, so will be found
love you, others, too love free thought
surf linked web without going aground

gifted fob to keep your time clasped
as you give freely of your own time
the Magi's link finally is grasped
love for each other, sweetly sublime

© Goode Guy 2011-11-20


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at the altar

what do we bring to sacrifice,
to the altar of our fears
will the fear, itself, suffice
to wipe away these grieving tears

here, a satchel i take in stride
through the machine, my will to cede
and here, too, a bag of my pride
that it turns out, i didn't need

that old man has a video camera
and a young one totes a backpack
can we turn them outta here
for the bravery that i lack

and the child so innocent beside her,
that woman there with righteous shawl,
are mother and child vengeful saboteurs
would a flash of hate burst my wall

do i send my firstborn far away
did the world change to get more hate
is that the price my dread must pay
is that all my fright can relate

when i stand on this serene beach
is evil banished from my sight
is the violent tsunami out of reach
if i waive some liberty, some right

should land's crust pull asunder
and an abyss drop before my feet
would relinquishing fear pull me under
would, then, i go down in defeat

my god, what must i do to appease
when i stand before some conflagration
to vindicate, to assuage, to please
must i change my life's foundation

or can i only fear fear itself
to live as those i remember might want
take life day-to-day from off the shelf
without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt

Armageddon might be without love
but my world today is more than this
i refuse to live life devoid of
love and empathy and a bit of bliss

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08


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Confessions of a Teenage Catholic

You hate my purple hair
You hate the way I dress
You hate the ones I call upon
When I am in distress

They hate my righteous attitude
They hate the way I drive
They hate the lies I tell them
In order to survive

You hate my independence
You hate the way I sing
You hate my strange addictions
And the consequence they bring

He hates my hidden heartstrings
He hates our time apart
He hates the distance in my eyes
When it’s not what’s in my heart

I hate myself with you
I hate myself with him
I hate myself for being here
Confused in wretched sin