Love Hate Poems | Examples
These Love Hate poems are examples of Hate poems about Love. These are the best examples of Hate Love poems written by international poets.
Our deathbed waits for no one
It has legs with wheels following close
Fore the fastest mako breaching/brought
Can slam into your reality, splatterpunk
Does the higher-ups work w/bridge$
Against the chernukha backdrops
Titan Arumatic therapeutic extras
Granite broke down into atoms you couldn't comprehend
Without a micro/scope, dreamstate dialog
Promisee talking about power, Faustian tête-à-tête
Hungry colorful golf ball(sp)oons, aim for pupils
Falcon will drop the rabbit, serpentine dance
Snake may hold insidious ideas, draw a line
That word it rights is the mise-en-abyme
In cursive with dark reverie
I'll die for literary nuance
My pages are empty-handed
Lines intersect in geometrical artistic expression
Saying I’m sorry without feeling any regret.
Thinking the good you’ve done doesn’t count because of the bad you’ve done.
Using excuses instead of being honest with someone you love.
Playing the blame game and blaming others for your mistakes.
Insisting that your way of thinking is always right and the only way.
Deciding what’s best for a group of people without getting any input from them.
Racism, ageism, sexism, name it!
If there was tech-ism, we’d have to game it
Why should the pattern of reckless decision
Further a hate based on sex or religion
Why not let love and let live be your “ism”
Spreading its beauty like light through a prism
Loveism, likeism, careism, make it!
After a while, you would not have to fake it
What if our would had no isms at all
Changing the course of our strange little ball
Love and let live and leave others alone
Foster the greatest true love ever known
There is a party of hate and you are invited
If fact it’s an open invitation
But everyone seems to leaving
Everyone that is tired of hate and death.
The party of hate meanwhile
Revels in the death of others
The death of their own
And the death of those to come.
It makes up policies like soft on crime
And defund the police
Which only leads to more death
Especially of children and minorities,
But that is what the party wants
To further its goal of systemic victimhood.
These are modern day sacrifices
To the gods of change
Made with hate in their heart
But fear in their mind,
Fear that they may be wrong,
May have it all wrong
That hate and death is better than love and life.
Of course they are wrong
And they know this
Because as long as they are alive
There is still a seed of love in their heart.
(9/12/25)
Been walking towards the moon.
I won't be getting there soon
Following to wherever it may lead
Beyond greed
Beyond the need of strife
A simple life
I seek to find
Hate left behind
A heart so kind
Cause I feel the need
Of a soul freed
Sailing through the sky
Thought I could fly
At least I could try
My heart let me down
I refused to drown
I choose
Not to break loose
Keeping myself grounded
It sounded
Reasonable at the time
Living lost in some rhythm
No tear shall I cry
As time passes bye
From young to old
My body starts to fold
Still, I follow the light
It burns so bright
Never letting it go
Basking in its glow
Cause I know
As long as I live
There's so much left to give
Can't say nope
I keep holding on to hope
It's my only rope
Facing each day
Following the way
Closer than ever before
Towards my time to soar
A heart set free
The peace that be
Tomorrow
No sorrow
Made my way
Through each day
Sometimes,
In some rhythms
It takes two
The heart so true
Lost in some yesteryear
I got past the tears
Even on my own
Remembering all I was shown
My heart has grown
I know today
love is the only way
If you plant the seeds of love
You'll reap gorgeous flowers of love
If you spray the seeds of hate
Many plants and trees
Will blossom flowers of hate
And you won't like the fate
Nobody enjoys death and miseries
Ugly, dirty and evil flowers
And people with ill manners
Love is the answer
Hate is a toxic cancer
Be positive and make sense
All the time
Is obviously not a crime
Violence is unacceptable
Peace is divine and preferable
Please use good common sense.
Copyright © May 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
9/11
America is a place we would all love to go,
But on September 11th is was bombed by people we didn't know.
It may have been an ordinary Tuesday
People walking here and there
But on that dreadful day
People's lives were blown away.
Firemen, police and paramedics lost their lives
Just trying to do their job to survive.
People didn't know if their loved ones
We're alive or dead
Is this how the world should be?
Is this how the world will end?
People were still searching for survivors
Searching the whole town through
But many of us already know
Survivors were just a few.
The few who survived the bombing
The few who can tell the trauma to the end.
The dead were close family
Family as well as friends.
So let's put our hands together
And together we will pray
That nothing like this
Will never happen again.
So let us bless those who lost their lives
And give peace to those who survived.
A broken heart has no hole, yet it bleeds,
So time will heal the wound your hatred breeds.
I stitched my silence with threads of things I couldn’t say.
I yearned with the last pieces I had stored away.
The moon watched me unravel, but never turned away.
The sea heard my cries, but never bothered to ask me "why?".
I carved poems on the inside of my ribs just to feel alive.
And the lines suffocated me instead of bringing me back to life.
Now I wear my pain like a second skin—
Quiet, but tight.
Eyes search for yours in a room filled with aching hearts.
But yours were always the kind to look away when it got too dark.
The smile you wore felt so fake,
Never could see me in the eye but always watched me When it was time to say— goodbye.
You held my ghost like it was still breathing,
But never dared to touch the girl I was beneath.
Touched my skin like it’s what made me, me.
Still, unaware about the nights in me.
You kissed daylight onto my body,
But left my shadows starving in silence.
So I became the quiet storm you never saw coming
Soft in presence,
But drowning everything you left untouched.
Would you love me again
If you see me in gehenna
Would you hate me still
If you see me in heaven
This angst of love and hate
Will it end here or in limbo?
Since I know nothing over time
Of your disposition to me
My heart has become droplets
In the realm of nothingness.
What more must love do
To make this world a better place
To find the hate we must erase
To light the way, a path to know
A garden to let goodness grow
What more must love do
To somehow make us understand
That with it, peace goes hand in hand
It’s more than what we’ll ever need
To render helpless war and greed
It seems yet all but gone
When compromise has lost its gain
In favor of eternal pain
And chaos strikes a mighty blow
And somehow we forgot to know
Because of its armor, because of its strength
To conquer the darkness and at any length
Because of its passion to fill every heart
And transfer what’s ugly into works of art
It exists
What more must love do
OF COSMIC TERRESTRIAL HUMANITY
We were born
Creatures of love,
And for a while
We remained so;
Unaware of knowing
And learning
Anything else:-
Then, as if
By a human-like
Summer solstice,
We tilted
Towards becoming
Creatures of hate:-
Now, we find ourselves,
Being confused, vacillating
Creatures of life, caught
In human-like equinoxes
Of love and hate,
On the terrestrial equator
Of human suffering:
Caught between earthly
Jaws of justice and injustice:-
Here, in the cosmic
Terrestrial nature
Of our humanity,
So much is taught
And learned
In our life’s seasons,
As we bloom and grow
From the womb to the tomb:-
In my wake, if i were to awaken,
O' wakeful wonder to wrench mine withered eyes
Aware'f the withering summer haze
Out in my bright eyed future, out in my cross toe'd path
Pompous poppies t'prop mine withering body
Lest f'saken soil shall chance this chance and enwrap thy very soul
Whole, wholly in unholy disrepair
Where thy feet ne'er make a pair
In my wake, where bottomless bile surely shalln't sate,
Grace be with grace whereth fate form'd nigh near'r thy hate
voracious, inherent, timbered'n barrels
Embedded beneath thy bedded tomb t'ferment
Fraught feminal petticoats bed thy bones'n skin, t'sit within
Barrelled quarrels quashed'n quaint fricatives,
T'lace these afaced wicked motives.
Foot befitting feet b'fore foolish faces reverberate foolish vows
F'petty petticoats liven' lieu'f laced love.
In my latent wake,
Tend t'the petty posies
T'prop mine body
Towards th'lascerating ladle'f love,
And into th'deepening dish'f self-hate.
24//8//25
Your anonymous blog
To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,
but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.
You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.
You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.
With an Ultima Barlow lens
and your Leica M9 18MP
You grab each natural image
and then rearrange reality with
your precious, perversely persuasive, periscopic Photoshop technique.
poetic liberty has leased you a license to assassinate,
humiliate,
decimate,
invalidate,
severely lambaste,
and mockingly castrate
everything that I identify as me.
literary freedom allows you to liberally fabricate,
mutilate,
denigrate,
incriminate,
scathingly castigate,
and maliciously urinate
on what others think of me.
To my face you are kind beyond selflessness,
but on your online beat,
your anonymous malevolence
sets you apart
from all the others
that have ever wanted
to write me up,
put me down,
and publish me out.
— Zumwalt (2011) (used by permission from zumpoems.com)
Taking hours to clean a pile of dishes
Sweeping up crumbs I didn’t even drop
I hate chores
Pushing a vacuum over and over
Forcing sheets to fit a bed
I hate chores
Wiping a toilet until it glistens
Struggling to carry a heavy mop bucket around
I hate chores
Waking up in the morning
Inhaling and exhaling every second of the day
I hate chores.
Socializing and masking
Seeing the world get darker as time passes by
These chores consume me
Trying to be different
Trying to be the person people expect me to be
I hate chores.
I’ve been given a gift
I try to be grateful
But it feels like a chore to carry this gift
For the love of god, I hate chores.