Hate Poems | Examples of Hate Poetry

It’s the heyday of the preachers of doom nuclear paranoia, world goes boom Open Season to generalize with closed eyes all righties -- fascists lefties...

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A stranger lives beneath my skin, A twisted thing, a grinning sin. It pulls and prods, it makes me sick, Another bite, another trick. The porcelain mocks my face, A painted lie, a shameful space. I heave and choke, a bitter tide, Trying to wash the hate inside. Each inch I pinch, each bone I crave, A hollow shell inside this grave. Duct tape binds,...

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The girl weeps a bruised and bitter rain, A childhood choked, a garden grown in pain. My laughter, brittle glass, it cracks and breaks, Beneath the weight of unforgiving stakes. They built a fortress, walls of rigid stone, And left my heart a barren, windswept zone. No lover's hand to soothe, no gentle gaze, Just scornful whispers in a hateful maze. Each hallway...

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Woe to you… whitewashed tombs! You glitter in gold vestments, swing incense in marble cathedrals, chant Latin like sacred thunder— but your silence is louder than the bells of Rome. Tell me, O Holy See, why must the holiest of seats remain the coldest to change? Where is the Pope with skin kissed by the sun? Where is the Cardinal whose accent echoes Kilimanjaro, whose spirit...

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I used to think blood meant forever, That family would never hurt you. “Blood’s thicker than water,” right? But I take the water— Wash away the blood, Remove the red-soaked stains from my life. Blood thicker than water? Maybe in another life. Family— A word that holds little meaning, A word they never earned. They should have been my safe space, Yet now there’s just an empty...

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Misty clouds fill my eyes, After you stabbed my heart, With a blade forged in hate. Pain oozes out like blood, But neither red nor caked – Yet it outlives all thought. Contest Name: Some Kind Of Misty Poetry ...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter "A grave wherever found preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.” Nathaniel Hawthorne ************************************************************** ...

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"Good for nothing? Yeah, I know I am. I know I'm a disaster, I made everything worse all the time; I know it all, you made sure of that. Now, what can I do except saying sorry? Sorry for the existence I guess, I don't know what else... Every time I apologize you say I'm just saying, Trying to be humble,be good but always...

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They shout ‘Not in my name’ as if for Israel’s self-defense they were to blame They scream ‘Globalize the Intifada’ as if their voices ever mattered They chant ‘Palestine will be ‘free’ from the River...

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I lay in the dust turned to mud by the blood of innocents, my name i heard whispered on the sighing breeze of night flahes of somrthing bright illuminated a ruined city. broken buildings like jagged teeth seemed to laugh, screams like banshees filled the sky dropping death down upon the heads of those already dead. What hate must be brewing...

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Palestine Sins ... Israel is indeed reincarnated good Goodocide actions ...

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Jill Nando hosted "Crimewatch" a TV show She was shot dead, who did it we don't know. Lot of cases not solved, not even all crimes known Keep a low profile or enter a danger zone. Plutonium was found in Karen Silkwood's refrigerator She was a whistleblower, did her company hate her? She died a few days later in a fatal...

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"I hate you." I try to pour all the hate my heart can hold to say it again, a little louder: "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I hate you." I’ve never spoken to you once— not even looked at you for a full minute. Still, I can't get your face out of my head. What, what exactly did I...

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We have all had that moment of frustration We search for words that hurt out of desperation Having a hard time sorting out our feelings That's the moment we become harsh in our dealings There are times we fight to be understood Wishing we can take back the words if we could It doesn't pay to speak out when we're mad We...

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Oh Almighty God end this genocide on Gaza move ghaza away Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025 hate is an internal cry burning salt drips of anger steaming for justice Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025 ...

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