Hate Poems | Examples of Hate Poetry

Ohh prodigious tree, So how it feels now? To be surrounded by the serenity of charm The birds are finally gone, it's with you, your warm! Ohh prodigious cloud, So how it feels now? To shed off the burden, and sleep with the void The water without you is devoid But atleast, now you aren't paranoid! Ohh prodigious...

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They saw the shell, but not the spark, They heard my voice, but missed the mark. They stitched their doubts into my skin, Wrote me off before I'd begin. They said, "Not ready," whispered, "No," As if my roots could never grow. As if the dreams I dared to hold Were simply too untamed, too bold. Yet hands they never thought could build, Are...

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You said you hated liars But you’ve always lied to me You despised being deceived and used How ironic, you’ve done worse ...

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I hate you for the memories you gave me in the past, I hate you for the poems you dedicated to me, I hate you for how you come to my life making me feel special looked me in the eyes hugged me with confidence. I hate you for your "I will never leave" and then...

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For years now I have tried to understand your hate… to find the cause…the reasons… the source from where your anger originates. I’ve tried to understand how much pain and suffering on others you are willing to impart and to ignore. I’ve wondered when and how you began to hate everything that I sand for. I’ve often wonder how you sleep at...

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Walking on her way to class she developed poison ivy Chants of ‘Kill the Jews’ – crude and crass have now replaced in 'Crimson’s yahd’ * ...

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"The dealer cheated!" You cry to deaf ears Or at least, ears that need some aid "The game makers should've by now retreated, You will keep in mind my tears When you pay for what I paid." Honey, the world doesn't work remotely like that It won't turn in your favor when you play Blackjack The masses are cruel, they'll ridicule you like...

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I heard my God say as I mowed yesterday, It hurt me but still it was true. "The moment you tell me someone needs to change, I begin to start working on you!" If you think they aren't giving or even forgiving, Then add those to what you sometimes do. The way you are to love, should reflect mine above, Forgiving Mankind...

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As I walk each day through fire, The burning bridges in my wake; ...

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People may think that They know who this poem is about But they don’t, And they never will. I’ve met this boy. I haven’t known him long. But it feels like he’s been My friend since birth. He seems so familiar.. But I’ve never met him before. Calls that were hours and hours, As if we had all the time in the...

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We're criminals from heaven, committing spiritual crime. Disobeying the Creator with our body and mind. His law was made plain to us right from the start. Still if we allow Him, he'll write it on our hearts. But I'd like to say, please keep this thought in mind. The earth is a Rock and we're all doing time. If we don't...

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Why do I have these everyday? Where do they come from anyway? Once I awaken the voice begins. And doesn't stop until days end. Who is that voice inside of me? That daily thrives on negativity. It never has good things to say. Complains continually throughout my day. "What's with that person walking by?" "They didn't even bother saying hi!" "Why did he or she...

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A burr stuck smack-dab in the back of his white tuxedo Everyone pointing at it He couldn’t quite reach it though Balked at removing his tux ...

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Attempt, attempt, attempt, I try, I do, but find success a frightful,fretful sort of creature.—.landing always just so short for you,—my victories?: far less than few. From void to verse then verse now void,—but you reject my voice,else’y*u[ / , u ]d*stort it, and to good will ill intent impart; My inspiration, skewered by your view, lies fallow in your lap.—Tell, what’s...

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love and hate and the human brain, does it come from the same place, as compassion and kindness and empathy? Does every thrum of yearning heart conceal beneath its warmth a latent ache, a shadowed chamber where the darker urges stir? When dawn’s soft light awakes the tears of hope, do those tears share kinship with the salt of grief? Is tender mercy...

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