Her Hate Poems | Examples
These Her Hate poems are examples of Hate poems about Her. These are the best examples of Hate Her poems written by international poets.
Charlie Kirk
Breaks my heart
his death today
the bullet was not signed
as is the Zionist way
A Palestinian child denied her right
to sign the death sentence
with Gods best wishes
another terrorist fades into oblivion
Now women shut up
and make babies, your only job
that was his message
Feminist's laughing, this fool a knob
All the women already in heaven
dancing with angels of empathy
and compassion
look down and laugh this pious clown
you live by the second amendment
you die by the second amendment
Jesus will never have to see you again
finally in hells fire, you are with your own
She was the brightest ray of sunshine
That warmed a chilly day
A gentle cool breeze
That could blow those blues away
What happened to that sweet girl
That turned her heart black
Hatred in her soul
She walked away and never looked back!
America is divided between lovers and haters;
Those that love her and those that hate Trump.
But the thing about both love and hate
Is it often says more about the one doing it
Than the one receiving it.
Trump gets called a racist, sexist, anti-Semite
While having a long history of close and supportive
Personal and profession relationships
With people who are minorities, women and Jews,
Which is more than many of his detractors can claim.
It’s a classic example of projection
And when you call it out
Then you see exactly what gaslighting is
The flaming gases
Just pouring from the mouths of hell.
But hell is always only half the equation.
What the world needs now
To counter the fear that spawns the hate
Is love sweet love
No, not just for some, but for everyone…
(8/16/25)
She came down screaming, cloaked in flame,
A bolt of spite, no soul to tame.
From hilltop high she cast her spell—
The art of slander, taught too well.
They built her shrines in whispered breath,
In gossip’s grip, they danced with death.
Her tongue, a blade that cuts unseen,
Yet worshiped like some vengeful queen.
She taught them how to twist the truth,
To poison joy, corrupt the youth.
No proof required, no facts to weigh—
Just sharpened words to flay and flay.
I walk beneath her shadowed reign,
Each rumor like a drop of rain.
It floods my name, it stains my skin,
A war I never asked to win.
They speak as if their hearts are stone,
No warmth, no grace, just undertone.
Their minds are mirrors cracked with spite,
Reflecting only what’s not right.
No thought of kindness, no repair,
Just venom laced in vacant stare.
They feed on fear, they starve on hope,
And swing their lies like braided rope.
Yet still I rise, though torn and bruised,
Refusing to be so misused.
For truth, though quiet, holds its ground—
And Slanderella will be drowned.
He's a flirt with his anxieties,
Collecting tauted nerves.
She's a pen who haunts his remedies,
And with these words she serves.
He'll romanticize the painful,
And unto pleasure, gain.
Where a page was turned to tar,
With her baneful, poisoned stain.
All that glitters looks amiss,
While they write together sin.
Whereby lovers part by kiss,
Muses part by apitoxin.
Pick me the single garden weed
Who wants to be a lovely flower
If allowed to grow and be empowered
By loves sweet lavender fragrance
Inhale and be under its spell
Pick me like the last little yellow hope
For a miracle in a medical emergency
The herbs and spices dicing denim dilemma
Calming your blood pressure naturally
Easing your pain giving you reprieve
Pick me like the holiest of white words
Sautés soothing serenade silver saints
Dissolving sin stirring soulful rainbows
Making mightier Mahogany men
Waking women divine feminine womb
Pick me to be or not to be
Like the God in you chooses
To walk beyond what is known
And surpass all understanding
Of teal time energy and space
I am depending on your ability to choose
Love over hate realness over fake
Compassion discarding contempt
I am you and also her and him and humanity
Pick me and love me fiercely
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’ *
~ ‘Ya pahk ya cah at Hahvahd?’
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*Havard's nickname is 'The Crimson.'
Also, Harvard is right next to Boston,
where they don't pronounce their 'r's,'
and many 'a's' sound like the 'a' in
'father.'
If love is...
feeling unloved,
anxious and starved,
give my regards
Does the torment of love's hate
eliminate pain?
If love is trembling lips
and sultry eyes, upon them
everlasting cries,
Charcoal tears that pour
What answers are there
for these unwanted sores?
Binding spells of
the unforgiving way swells
She the accuser shames
with her bitter blame
Aging with, until the bitter end
Accusing of his unrequited love
Awaits for his apologies
with a scorn, torn in self-pity
Nothing gained, nothing learned
Yearn, yearn, yearn
Self-loathing is apparent
Possibly inherent
Therefore, never really knowing
love and its understanding
and had mistaken it
enamored in its--lustful cradle
When the soul still yearns,
The chaos in her heart burns,
lonely is desire
Ariana Grande had many teenage fans
girls went to her concerts, in different lands
Then a bomb went off in Manchester killed 22
Revenge, ideology, a toxic stew
Girls liked to sing along with Taylor Swift
But in the alienated mind there was a rift
He stabbed little girls at a Swiftie themed class
Three of them died, there's a question we could ask.
What kind of hate, what kind of payback
leads to this kind of horror, indiscriminate attack
Why do they zoom in on those we should protect
What society would they build, after ours they wrecked.
Taylor was planning a concert in an Austrian venue
But religious maniacs knew what to do
With explosives and knives, they'd kill the crowd
The more thousands of dead, the more they'd be proud.
Your religion, your revenge, your deadly schemes
Let girls be girls, let teens be teens
There's no harm in a good sing along
Killing one innocent is always wrong
I will never get married again
I hate men!
This is my cousin in between husbands.
She has had six so far, trying to get it right.
The rest of us can see her error.
She always goes to the same rock
Looking for snakes under a barstool at closing time
Not unlike a hamster who only has one wheel.
She hurt me
So don’t try to convince me that
She was a genuine friend
Because at the end of the day
my heart twists in anguish
And I’m not going to sugar coat it,
I’m the one that cut her off
I have to remind myself,
No one can be trusted
And nothing you say will make me believe
Everyone deserves a second chance
Because no matter what
People will always let me down
And I'm in no position to believe that
if I extend my trust it won’t be broken
Because whenever I want to make friends I think
Is friendship even worth it?
(Now read it backwards)
girl hate back
backwords she can't gavel
above her the beast
hateful of beauty in arrival
to learn the day
to burn the way
opened eye must, alone
become a sacrifice
not to a throne she bevels
his edge lower and unaware
the liberty of private war
she alas will declare
this and thou
is how we leave the tombs
handled over too many ways
and consumed
succumb to my fate
walk towards the water
be not less, be not with me
she's a reprimand
in sight
british in american
no flights
the runaway holds the mold
speaking of witches
exploiting the no
turnaround and shes her ugly
misplace vowel in assembled
stance to task
her brothers blanketing his stash
demoralized and torn
its already early and she'd never show
speaking in my houses
blue horn irish muse
want of den's forgotten
harlot attempts the dew
wasted station of armies
stagnant collars and door
left handed chalks
whites hurdles will roar
She was a hard woman to love
She was the type to hold a grudge
Her tongue could cut like a razor
Cut to the quick, full of danger
She'd carve you up, make your heart bleed
Then smile so sweet, with eyes that plead
You would forgive her every deed
Her beauty was that of legend
Female form carved from heaven
When she'd walk by you had to stare
Graceful movement beyond compare
Her disposition hard and mean
She'd scorch you with her hateful scheme's
Turning from love to scalding steam
I HATE HER, that glowing screen,
The way it steals my love, unseen.
Each morning breaks, I reach for him,
But find instead a world so dim.
Once, we’d wake with laughter’s song,
Now silence lingers, something’s wrong.
He sneaks away, the night’s embrace,
To chase the pixels, lost in space.
I miss the warmth of shared delight,
The whispered dreams that filled the night.
Now evenings stretch, a hollow tune,
As he’s consumed by that bright moon.
Loneliness wraps me, a heavy shroud,
In a house once filled with laughter loud.
I watch him type, his fingers dance,
While I sit here, lost in a trance.
Oh, how I wish that screen would die,
To bring him back, to hear him sigh.
But it won’t fade, it holds him tight,
While I fade slowly into the night.
Our love, once vibrant, now feels so thin,
A battle lost, where do I begin?
The only thing that’s dying here,
Is the bond we built, once held so dear.
I HATE HER, that machine of light,
For stealing my days, my heart’s delight.
Yet still I hope, though shadows loom,
To find my way back to love’s warm room.