Self Hate Poems | Examples
These Self Hate poems are examples of Hate poems about Self. These are the best examples of Hate Self poems written by international poets.
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
I was born in the smoke of silence,
where names were weapons,
and love came laced with barbed wire.
They said I was too much,
too loud, too raw,
a wildfire in a world of trimmed hedges.
But I learned to speak in embers,
to write with the heat of survival,
to stitch my wounds with verses
that refused to bleed quietly.
From the ashes of hate,
I rose—not polished,
but blazing.
Resilience isn’t soft.
It’s the roar beneath the whisper,
the spine forged in fire,
the poem that dares to exist
when the world says “don’t.”
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 to the Sea
without a clue as to what that means
They denounce the IDF from their comfortable American homes
allege Al-Jazeera-reported ‘Israeli atrocities’ in vulgar poems
They are ‘Peace Now,’ ‘J Street,’ ‘progressive’ Jews ~
whom the Mullahs aim to slaughter when they so choose
The extermination of my self-identity
comes easy when taken from the tongue.
Words hanging in the balance,
breathe in the air in which they are strung.
Wrap tightly around my neck,
wringing the air out of my lungs.
Infestation of the mind and of
a heart so fractured yet so young.
Carried deeper into a world of hate,
so I let go of the hand that I once clung.
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY WE ARE ENOUGH.
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY WE ARE
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY WE
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH.
"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 a fool
And you'll simply stand there as if you are their mule
When you display bare minimum poise
Do not expect the public to kneel, preen, they'll reciprocate
To them you will only be nuisance, noise
And yes, it will be easy to self-deprecate.
So don't expect to walk into the casino to gamble
Without checking for a place to run
If you're narcissistic, consider this an eerie preamble
You won't get to act high and haughty and shout 'Twenty one!'
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
Spirals
Smiling so polite
to regurgitated lines that we recite
A serene sea
A tranquil facsimile
That's what you see
That's what I show
all so you don't know
In the mirror I see fire
I see hate
A self-portrait of fear?
Or just the demon getting near
I'm losing my control
Will the savage show?
Through spirals of malcontent
fighting the noise inside my head
I went for a quiet stroll
Never knowing where
My feet may go
Through streets of yesteryear
or into the darkness that I fear
I'm losing my control
Will the savage show?
Through spirals of malcontent
fighting the noise inside my head
When the knives come out
with a smile
Slicing through skin
Making me grin
I'm losing my control
Will the savage show?
Through spirals of malcontent
fighting the noise inside my head
In the mirror I see fire
I see hate
A self-portrait of fear?
Or just the demon
getting near
In Considerations
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Selfish life is so now too, completing me but mostly you. All the hell you put me through, clever lists of “wish I knew”. Would want to stay yet quickly go, all this sadness feeling low.
Try to blink but then what’s gone, this part of me you’ve made the pawn. In most you take that cannot free, my eyes hate you, your mind sees me…
I never learned anything from my younger self,
I knew I needed therapy meds and a lot of help
Thoughts from my past are creeping up on me fast
As a child of many many children in the family
I was born third so no one gave a damn about me!
17 years old I saw my dad cheat on my mom
He gave her the ultimatum to choose him or thee
I was kicked out to my sister's so hard to move past this I'm now in my forty somethings.
Relationships I have found to be the hardest to have. What's wrong with me? Why does everyone hate me? What did I do wrong? Why am I still here on earth to this day?
Thoughts from my past are creeping up on me fast
She wasn't real,
or, at least didn't feel
an extension of the people around
she herself was lost among the found
her life was a blessing
and too, a curse
She loved it and hated it
emotions reversed
when in the low, she craved that pain
those feelings of self disdain
the overwhelming hate, coated in rage
the relentless game she was made to play
but when high
she could fly
an all-consuming ocean of emotion
the tides either high
or the water drained,
the pool barren
or a tsunami and rain
It was a downpour she could not escape
Either flood or drought
the danger swam in the sand and the sea
but always present, undeniably
She had no escape, no way out but the extreme
and so she would suffer
indefinitely
until the end
when peace would descend
she was stuck in this life
her stupid self not a friend
I couldn’t help but notice,
If I may be so bold,
That when you look at yourself
It’s in a way that’s most cold.
Though your freckles the stars
On a skin full of rainbows,
You cannot seem to see
How much that you glow.
And though your eyes they must be
Either green or brown or blue
To all those around
They’re the most envious hue.
Would that you bury your face
To hide it from the mirror,
I would move a whole mountain
To have it come nearer.
Though you hate your laugh
It’s my most favorite song,
And so lucky would I be
To hear it all the day long.
You think at yourself,
“Surely, I must cut it”.
Oh, but darling,
Can’t you see that I love it?
You see your creations
As worthy of fire,
But see that I love them
With such a burning desire.
You say that you are weak,
Though through pain all along,
You have gone without dying
So to me you’re quite strong.
You think yourself not good enough,
Now let me lift you to the sky.
Let the love for yourself
Be a new kind of high.
So if I may be so bold,
You may think this not true,
Though you may hate yourself,
Yourself is why I love you.
The dark side’s very nature is self-destruction,
Bringing pain to all, a dangerous seduction.
It spreads its madness, twisting mind and soul,
Yet it’s addictive, taking its toll.
The longer one lingers in its dark embrace,
The harder it is to leave that place.
Though they know it brings them pain,
They too must share in some of the blame.
But why do some turn toward its call?
Are some just born to watch themselves fall?
Not born to the dark, but drawn to its might,
Through circumstance or an affinity’s fight.
They refuse to judge those caught in despair,
For they know the weight they bear.
In the bleakest moments, it feels so near,
As if falling to it is the only way clear.
Melt me across a sidewalk and walk all over me.
I hope I at least smooth out the cracks.
I hope one less person trips over because of me.
Crave away my flaws and make me into the most beautiful sculpture.
I hope no one sees my shavings.
I hope you look at me in awe.
Burn me when you want and watch me crumble over time.
I hope I can be bright enough for you.
I hope I don’t hurt anyone.
Tear me down and replace me.
I hope I didn’t do anything wrong.
I hope I was useful to you
I understand
You’ve never held that knife in your hand
to need the pain it can cause
And for your thoughts to stop
I understand
It’s hard to comprehend
It’s hard to see
but I’m still me
just with a few scratches
that match how I feel
I understand
I don’t want to die
and I don’t want attention
but I can’t stop that impression
I understand
it doesn’t affect you
but it’s still true
do I dare
To ask
If you care
I don’t understand
The trigger finger,
Button of mass destruction:
Blood-lust from father to
son passed -- children learn
by what parents do, even more than
from what we say
Let us pray:
Dear God, save us from self inflicted
evil today;
Save us from such sad sorrow going
into the morrow;
Let Your Christ Sacrifice be not for
naught; in Your mercy and fairness
penitently our refuge is sought
The Devil rules when Love forsaken
Every grave a plot where lies a precious
child, victim of another wrongly taught
Though far wiser purchases for mankind
Warrior mentality
Weapons of war is the industry
Most sold
And naively bought....