Hate Poems | Examples of Hate Poetry

Planned a pretty picnic, yet didn’t predict Pigs begged - please eat us Allocated table had laid out a feisty feast Mince never been seen since Rolled in crackling casing, their fatty...

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Your words have power They’re not just sounds they’re spells You can cast them with malice Or cast them wishing well The consequences of hate evident in one’s words Is to mentally mutilate To belittle to disturb The ill will starts in the mind Or perhaps a heart dark and blind It affects perception, well being or health When you are hateful to someone else...

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My father never hit me-- he just taught me how to burn. Taught me silence was safer than softness, that anger was armor and kindness a weakness someone would use. I watched him carve the word weak into everything he feared, watched him drown my brother’s voice, cut my mother’s name from the air. Hate was our heirloom. Polished like silver. Passed down like gospel. I almost gave it...

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I thought for so long you were my good friend, trusted you with a faithful mind without any doubt, but in the difficult times I didn’t find you by my side, saw instead the mask you wore fall discarded in debris. Your senses became the fast spreading wild fire of hatred, uncontrolled, it smoldered the motif of your intrinsic...

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Written: May 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Michael Fulkerson Quote: “Do good to the people for the sake of God or for the peace of your own soul that you may always see what is pure and save your Heart from the darkness of hate..." By Rumi ...

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Time Wasted ...

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When there's trouble in my mind. I say, "God please help me at this time!" He knows everything we all go through. Because He created them, me and you! He knows before we do it, we'll be mad. Knows just how to comfort us when we're sad. When my thoughts take over, or I'm ill. I ask Him to help me, because...

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Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die—quote by Carrie Fisher You must pick one or the other time has passed Warning signs have stopped tipped the scales caution is not priority in here fairy tales Why come to this, and all for what? All or nothing, the game is on Extraction...

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Hate is a sharp inheritance. I did not ask for it. It grew in me like a second skeleton— not born, but built in the blue-lit silence after fists, in the wreckage of rooms where my name was a curse and my voice was a threat to authority. My family— a word that still makes my mouth taste like pennies— taught me that love...

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Hate is more potent than Love as is darkness more awesome than light, Silence’s more deafening than sound Vice is more enticing than virtue as is knowledge more enlightening than faith, Passion overrides piety Malevolence outbeats benevolence as is brute more awe-inspiring than beauty. Death is absolute as is life fleeting, The fear of hell ...

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better ways to heal therapeutic poetry~ a dance of feelings spoken verse trending curbs obsessive impulses~ when we meditate breathe in and speak out demolish your obsessions~ share and overcome ...

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I walk through life like a shadow unseen, Because they treat me like I’ve never been. No chains can bind me, no laws confine, Yet they whisper doubts as if they’re mine. Why do you fear the faith I hold? Why does my truth leave hearts so cold? Is...

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We are both blessed and cursed as humans because when we’re born…inside our heart we find concealed… a wonderful spectrum of emotions and the ability to feel. Blessed because on the top of the spectrum is our ability to love… which in itself is a spectrum quite ornate. and cursed because at the bottom of the spectrum…is our ability to...

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Today I’m grateful for understanding love and hate and all the ties that bind them… that whether we’re looking for reasons to love or reasons to hate… how easy it is to find them. How, when love or hate are left free and unrestrained, nothing can impede them… and how the only way for either to grow depends on how we...

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Tonight, I won’t write anything at all… I’m throwing in my quill,—who am I fooling?— I’m throwing in my keyboard, overruling my instinct for seriousness,—o how small and earnestly banal…/I mean!, the gall of an Artiste not sat at home drooling on their craft and crafting another grueling chef-d’œuvre,—Bah!—leave that to the alcohol!— —@-tack your ’s-periment__’n’|defend| mine own: for the[object]of this{subject} is Anihilating your nothingness....

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