Hate Anger Poems | Examples
These Hate Anger poems are examples of Anger poems about Hate. These are the best examples of Anger Hate poems written by international poets.
Saying I’m sorry without feeling any regret.
Thinking the good you’ve done doesn’t count because of the bad you’ve done.
Using excuses instead of being honest with someone you love.
Playing the blame game and blaming others for your mistakes.
Insisting that your way of thinking is always right and the only way.
Deciding what’s best for a group of people without getting any input from them.
Just as you would suppose,
Unleased hatred only grows.
Do lash out, I’m sure you’ll see
God gives this freedom to you and me.
Mind your soul to heal the hate.
Enlighten your path before it’s too late.
Note your actions and words, if you will
That your hate will ever be still.
All that anger held inside
Leaks from within, not outside.
Anger and jealousy
Rage inside of me
Keeps me warm
Never good enough
Since I was born
Helplessness
Impotence
Let it burn me up
Turn down your violent rhetoric, America, you’re losing your soul.
Wish I could, but the First Amendment has no volume control.
And what if the violent rhetoric gets dangerously loud?
That’s what the Second Amendment is all about.
So you can offer no hope, no guiding instruction?
Just what Mark Twain saw a long time ago:
Every civilization carries the seeds of its own destruction.
If you plant the seeds of love
You'll reap gorgeous flowers of love
If you spray the seeds of hate
Many plants and trees
Will blossom flowers of hate
And you won't like the fate
Nobody enjoys death and miseries
Ugly, dirty and evil flowers
And people with ill manners
Love is the answer
Hate is a toxic cancer
Be positive and make sense
All the time
Is obviously not a crime
Violence is unacceptable
Peace is divine and preferable
Please use good common sense.
Copyright © May 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
As we glance at one another, peering over the edge. Do we hold hands or kill each-other, now in the madness as we descend?
Raise a flag and sing an anthem of colours stolen and selling slaves! Be proud of a history of bloody violence ruling the waves.
See a nation living in mourning for what was promised but never seen. Look at ‘leaders’ of political parties reforming hate and division for what WW2 had been.
See civility collapse into anarchy as a nation moves to a state of political unrest. Watch history unfold for gate to nail its quest.
Truth seeker,
hunting the hunter
or the huntress
eccentric poets
bizarre motives,
but interesting
and fascinating.
Unwrap that string
so tangled in knots,
future teller of
which it brings,
a day seller
a night calmly sings.....
Pretentiously
and weirdly
My poetry
brings fools
to their knees,
Am, I cool?
A fascination,
morbidly
and curiously?
I am the double agent
Don't mess with me
Our proximity came with my age
And I only saw your later chapters,
though I saw myself in you.
Not unlike myself with ambition,
Homely peers and shouting,
The weight you did accrue.
Your aims changed a while ago,
And I added them to my own,
I saw your smile tighten,
But I let my feelings stew.
Fancy chains of gold, white veiled capture,
And, yes, I hate your captor,
Sceptical of this new chapter,
and the baby cradle too.
As of now your hands have turned to hitting,
Smiles inclined to swearing,
Your son is only one now,
And our similarities are already true?
As I try to slumber now the stature cracks,
The bringer of tears strikes again,
And I struggle to identify who.
I’ve looked up for the longest time,
And I gaze into you now that I’ve grew.
The truth I’ve come to grips with now,
I don’t want to be you.
9/11
America is a place we would all love to go,
But on September 11th is was bombed by people we didn't know.
It may have been an ordinary Tuesday
People walking here and there
But on that dreadful day
People's lives were blown away.
Firemen, police and paramedics lost their lives
Just trying to do their job to survive.
People didn't know if their loved ones
We're alive or dead
Is this how the world should be?
Is this how the world will end?
People were still searching for survivors
Searching the whole town through
But many of us already know
Survivors were just a few.
The few who survived the bombing
The few who can tell the trauma to the end.
The dead were close family
Family as well as friends.
So let's put our hands together
And together we will pray
That nothing like this
Will never happen again.
So let us bless those who lost their lives
And give peace to those who survived.
Sometimes, when we hurl
angry words—
ancient stones thrown by indifference,
lodging in the ears of our children.
Witnessing horror twist itself into child’s play.
A stone’s throw—killed our empathy.
Anger knows its enemy:
sitting next to,
sitting opposite of,
never with.
It sits a stone’s throw away.
Rising from the ashes of fear—
Vapours of flesh smoulder
as blooded lava flows.
Cools—
our scarred magma to a crusted creed.
The stitched social fabric
binds us—
its loud colour blinds us.
Worn by both—
the right
and left sleeve.
United buttons,
reconcile for peace.
Unironed—full of wrinkles.
We tear further apart
the closer we come,
repelling—mirroring
the same magnetic face.
We read our compass,
in a bipolar place;
wondering how,
we’ve lost our way.
Believing everything
we’ve been taught,
until we die—
Realizing—
too late,
it’s all been a lie.
A silent scream cannot be seen
Nor captured within our hearing
It lies inert somewhere between
Our normalcy and our fearing
A silent scream is colored green
When envious matters may strike
And one so preen becomes so mean
With quiet rage and hate alike
Holding rage in a cage,
I engage in the battle,
It rattles my inner space.
Emotions chase away the peace,
The beast is released,
The energy is peeking.
I'm tweeking out,
All I can do is shout,
Doubt and fear is all I hear.
I can't see clear,
Veering into the dark,
My spark grows dim.
Fighting him to get free,
I fumble around for the key,
While the energy envelopes me.
Rage helps develope me,
Into a being that can hold weight,
Caging the want to hate.
Feeling how I vibrate,
A warning of my mental state,
I know rage is at the gate.
Using the key I open the gate,
Now as a team we can operate,
Creating chaos to weather.
We're a dangerous tether,
It's with me forever,
It never meant to take control,
It was only the soul,
Seeking to be whole.
It started long ago.
It still and will forever remain.
Power feeds it and to its favour then lets it go.
The subnormal intelligence of the ignorant brain!
Years from now historians will say the same.
Generation after generation, decades on and on!
Why hasn’t human life mastered how to peacefully co-exist when it can split the atom and create atomic bombs?
Chaos theory states the butterfly effect may create rain!
What theory can we call it when ignorance creates pain?
Over lies, over hate, over nothing…perhaps even if it sees a black butterfly landing on a white flower?
My heart no longer beats as it did before
With each thump there’s a rattle you now hear
You wonder at first then you realize
The look in my eyes makes the reason clear
It’s from the pieces of my broken heart
That were just to far beyond any repair
The only one that I can blame for this
Is none other then me causing my despair
There’s something wrong with me
Hidden deep in the wiring of my mind
So many have tried to discover it
But there’s nothing they’re able to find
People have loved me deeply in life
And for that alone were pushed away
I can still see how their faces looked
Every drop of pain was there on display
All my emotions are covered by a mask
So they will never know how much I care
I will never put my heart up on exhibit
My feelings I simply refuse to bare
And I hate myself for being this way
Wanting to cause this self made headache
I’ve made this road rougher than needed
And though it hurts it’s not too much to take
Ruining my life has become my addiction
I enjoy when the pain gets to be so severe
I’ve slowly torn my life apart unnecessarily
So I do this out of hatred or is it fear
A burned up system of control
A revolt spoken with flames
Silence was no longer an option
Peace had been exhausted
The only language they communicate
Violence
The police man specialises in brutality when it comes to the black man
'Stop and search'
An excuse they use
To abuse
The 'blacks"
Used as a slur
By the oppressor
As if it's poison, as if it's something to beware
Of
The Brixton riots of 1981
An explosion ready to happen
All that was needed was a lighter to spark the fuse
13 bodies
13 humans
13 black men,
Lost to hate
Tensions rose like the smoke in the buildings
A quite smile left on the faces of those reeling
Their own kind of justice, it was oh so freeing
Retaliation they didn't expect
In their own words they believed they had 'controlled the blackies'
But we have a weapon
One that whispered through generations
Nothing loud
Just something strategic
Something quiet
A lingering secret
Black rage
A communal experience
Of built up fatigue
Of the uk's involvement
In the mistreatment Of black people