Hate Happiness Poems

You don’t know how it feels
To be misunderstood and jaded
You won’t ever know till it kills you inside
To you, I speak words of wisdom
And it...

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Where is my Moon river
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How can you focus on love, when you’re solely focused on hate?

How can you focus on beginning, when you’re solely focused on killing?

How can you...

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I have been forced,
to love people I hate.
I wish I had,
only loving people around me.
My ego has been cut,
cut with a very sharp knife many...

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Love yourself first, love your own,
Like your two eyes, so you won't be alone.
In the end, God will gleefully handle the rest.

Spread love, not hate,...

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sitting in silance on the ground..
with the best raggesd used cloths i own..
that was worn by someone before...
yet thats all i have to dress me...

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Happy Heart

Color of love paints the heart
Having made a work of art;
As hate and sadness depart.

Smiling Face

Regardless of the weather,
Moment of smile fills the air;
Abating...

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I swam in the sea
What a boring day to be a fish,
The water is murky and dark
A fish..a treat..
It was like finding a rainbow on...

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The long and tortuous road that
You travelled which brought you here
Explains the position you are at
And influences your hopes and fears.
Sometimes you travelled in circles,
Sometimes...

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In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might, 
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high.
Injustice, a tempest, a loss that rages in...

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You have made a big impression
On my whole recuperation
I’m forever in your debt
And i will never forget
The way you pulled me from loves war
Letting my...

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I believe in me…
I believe in being free
Yes, you, alone…
But I’m not alone or on my own
I receive grace with thee
And, thee alone, I’d be
But,...

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Give honor to joy.
Trust in its results.
Begin knowing how
 deep it richly roots,
From God given traits.

Trade not for empty, endless
 hours, that burdens the soul,
...

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Why is it?
the louder
and more ballistic
my self-righteousness
offensively becomes

The more
at night
I feel self-loathing,
when all is quiet
except dark ruminations
filling my silent bedroom
overwhelming my mind
and body.

Why is it?
we...

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In the garden of hate, 
Find how to bring love.
In the  garden of stress 
Find how to bring happiness. 
In the garden of violence 
Find...

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