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Hate Prose Poetry Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Hate

These Hate Prose Poetry poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Hate. These are the best examples of Hate Prose Poetry poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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And Then I Pray

You came into my life, why? I didn’t invite you, I never wanted you around, you 
know this , but you will not leave, you don’t know how much I hate you, and yet I 
don’t hate anyone or anything. When you hate, to me, it is the same as killing. If I 
only knew how to kill you ……. It would have been done many times over. I awake 
every morning and there you are, ready to make my life miserable, the one thing 
you enjoy most in your life. Wherever I go, you follow bringing your misery into my 
life. Why cant you just leave and leave me in peace? I fight with you every day, and 
it hurts so much, so much it hurts to fight with anyone, even you. There is one 
way and only one way to rid you of me. I think of this often, but then where would I 
be? I would not be, because you are part of me, your name is bi-polar. Handed 
down from my father and from his father, and from me to my son, but he refuses 
to recognize you, so he fights you without help he could get. If he would only say I 
know who you are. I hurt for him everyday, and then I pray.
Oh God please forgive me for what I have brought upon my son. Son, I love you, 
and am so sorry for what you go through. Maybe someday we will talk again. Dad


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I hate shopping

I hate shopping 
but when I go shopping
I know what I’m looking for
I go to the right store
I go to the right floor
I grab it 
they bag it
and I am out the door
Shopping is an awful chore


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The Rain-bow Nation

Hey!
are 
you 
a 
Zulu? 
Am 
a 
Bushman...no 
you 
are 
a 
Bantu,a 
Bantu 
or 
Hottentots? 
Maybe 
an 
Afrikaner.                          
I 
came 
from 
the 
Cape 
Colony...not 
from 
Soweto 
where"balck 
animals"are 
Dwelling, 
pathetic 
Creatures 
formed 
by 
the 
Hands 
of 
Hades.
Beast 
of 
burden 
for 
the 
Afrikaner.
Bound 
with 
fetters 
and 
Chains,it 
ploughs 
the 
Field,cultivates 
and 
plants 
The 
seed 
of 
sedition..alas!
These 
beasts 
un-
wind 
their 
yokes;to 
be 
human.
Can 
a 
leopard 
change 
its 
Spots?
Yes 
these 
animals
Prophesied.
Lo!
what 
do 
I 
now 
see?
No 
Beast 
of 
burden 
to 
till 
our 
Land 
rather 
they 
dwell 
Among 
us.
Alas! 
their 
prophecy 
lives!


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Hate for Me to Have Anything

Some are so insecure and afraid for me to receive any good measure.
To be complimented or gain anything.
Believe  it or not these are females who dress for their best.
Rock all of their gold and flashy rings.
They carry themselves and present to the public their life is all about them.
Don't let me come in on the scene flashing a beautiful smile.
While watching the room glance at look at me from every direction.
Miss Drama Queen will drop whatever it is that she is doing.
Just to make sure that she stops me in my tracks.
She'll do all that she can to block any of my success.
To add insult to injury since you know that life is really a struggle for me.
Yet you ponder on trying to figure me out.
How I still present myself in a upstanding and put together way.
It drives you crazy trying to figure me out.
Just how it is that I have not fallen.
That I am still able to make it through.
You exemplify you got it going on.
That you have no cares in the world.
Claiming life's brass rings.
Yet you roll your eyes and buck your teeth. 
At the hint of me gaining anything.


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i hate love


How do I live without her?
How do I face the day?
How do I keep my sanity?
While my life slips away

How do I survive with out her?
Now my life is so cold
I can’t live without her
 She no longer walks this world 

Try so hard to understand
Because there’s no reasons why
She belongs beside me
Not with god in the sky

Want to say goodbye to tomorrow
But this life don’t belong to me
So until god really for me to join her
I must learn to live in misery

Love turns my mountain
In to a little stone
Love sends a knife inside me
Didn’t stop till it hit the bone

How do I tell my heart? 
There’s nothing to live for
How do i say to my life? 
 I don’t need you no more

And oh how I hate love
For what it’s done to me
It turns my fairy tale
In to a horror mystery

Why did faith direct this?
And who wrote the script
Why did they turn my life? 
Into a tales fro the crypt

Everyday I get older
My pain is getting worst
And when the grim reaper comes
This chapter will close

And in the green valley
Where the water flows
On the hill under a willow
Is where my soul will go


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Mr Wrong

Mr. Wrong

You’re not one of a kind
You smoke;
You get drunk,
You like wars

But you told me
You smoke because you felt nervous when you’re with me
You get drunk ‘coz you think I don’t love you
You like wars ‘coz you’ll fight for me.

My eyes told me too
I hate your lips,
I hate your eyes,
I hate how it looks at me.

But you told me more
You wish to kiss my lips
You love my sparkling eyes
That makes you driving you crazy.

I almost hate everything about you
You’re not attractive, not at all
But what makes it wrong?
You make my heart beats strong.

But you almost love everything about me
I attract you like no one ever did
That’s all for you what makes it right
You’re my Mr. Wrong, but I’m you’re Mr. Right.

Now I hate myself even more
But my heart told me so
I love you more and more
I love my Mr. Wrong


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Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she hid..no one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....
	


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I'm Not Gonna Let You Say

Whispers in the dark Thoughts of you. a meeting at the park, A memory, a flash Surrounded by pin-drop silence. The saddest thing in the world, I have lost all meanings of life. My mind overflows with memories Of those few green and fair days. How do I mend my broken heart ? I hate this idea of my heart That you are the one thing, Whom I want the most but can't have. You tore my heart into two, One part has lost all and The other still thinking for you. I hate this feeling of pain, I'm not gonna let you say.....


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I wanna love for all

WHEN I WAS WONDERING IN THE GATE OF THE PARADISE IN THE EARTH… SOMEBODY WAS SHOUT AT MY EAR.... " WHOM YOU ARE????" WITH A SHOCK I SAID "I AM A HUMBLE HUMAN" "WHAT YOU WANT?????" THERE THE SHOUTED AGAIN I SAID " I WANNA LOVE...." AGAIN THE SHOUT IS THERE.. "WHAT KIND OF LOVE YOU WANNA????" " THERE IS FATHER'S LOVE, THERE IS MOTHER'S LOVE.. THERE IS SON'S LOVE, THERE IS DAUGHTER'S LOVE... THERE IS BROTHER'S LOVE, THERE IS SISTER'S LOVE... THERE IS HUSBAND'S LOVE. THERE IS WIFE'S LOVE... THERE IS LOVER'S LOVE, THERE IS MATE'S LOVE... THERE IS FIANCE'S LOVE, THERE IS FRIEND'S LOVE... THERE IS DOCTOR'S LOVE, THERE IS LAWYER'S LOVE..." I SAID "I WANNA LOVE FOR ALL...." " DO YOU HAVE ANY BUCKS FOR THE SAME????" THE SHOUT IS AGAIN.. I SAID MY WALLET IS EMPTY... "THEN YOU HAVE THE HATE WITH ME...AT FREE OF COST..." " IF YOU TAKE HATE FOR ALL.. YOU WILL GET FREE ONE GRAM OF LOVE..." “And you can use it your own way!” In the paradise in the earth The price of love going high and high.. And you can never afford the love.. In your life time, because the price will never comedown.... “ I look around to see the source of shout.. Then I see the devil of evil, the emperor of the paradise in the earth.. the Saataan the great, laughing at me in loud….


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When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over

When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over

Its doesn't matter which side your on
Whether your a viva viva palestina
Or an am yisrael chai
You know which side is evil, committed all
Wrongs, sometimes you meet people who 
Extol the virtues of this treacherous, 
Terrible oppressor /terrorist
With their shock and awe tactics and 
Disregard for freedom or the right to life And the pursuit of happiness
And sometimes for a minute, particularly 
When you talk to someone you think is 
Intelligent it becomes harder to maintain the 
View on this malignant party you tried hard 
To campaign for and against and although 
Peace (of mind) is all you want
All you could dream of
With this entity at the negotiating table 
Independence is swapped for catastrophe And war
If you give them what they want you will
Have nothing except the need to a right of 
Return to a better time


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