Love Hate Poems - Poems about Love Hate

WELCOME TO THE SLAUGHTER

I didn’t want to light the flame,
But damn, you handed me the match.
We played a bitter little game—
Now neither one can scratch the scratch.

I offered peace, I begged, I tried,
You laughed and chose the sword instead.
So now the happy parts have died—
I burned the photos in my head.

The goal was never you or me,
It somehow

Pardon Me

"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

How To Make Him Hit

I know which cup to leave chipped in the sink,
Mouth open begging for rot.
I know which word to spill—
Vinegar, nettle, sour-spit—
To make him blink slow and tight,
The way thunder coils before breaking.

It's a little game I play.

I wear the red dress he hates,
The one that clings like wet birth skin,
And I let my laugh scratch

'I hate you'

'It's a pain that I caught you at a bad time
It's a shame that I memorised your out-line'
You were so honest about your whole lifetime, 
It took me too long to notice you were never truly mine.

I compared you to angels in the heavens
Always said you were better than any.
I believed in picking off flower

Love Hate Away

From whence it came and for what purpose, completely mystifies.
Could be from earth's galaxy with The One God to look toward
or another universe, though those with degrees say such is jive.
Perhaps, said denial is one omnipotent wisdom has long adored.
Here it did appear, causing humans to endlessly, painfully agonize,
as it senselessly, cruelly, ever stains us

LOVE HATE

We are both blessed and cursed as humans
because when we’re born…inside our heart we find concealed…
a wonderful spectrum of emotions and the ability to feel.

Blessed because on the top of the spectrum is our ability to love…
which in itself is a spectrum quite ornate.
and cursed because at the bottom of the spectrum…is our ability to

Pick Me

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

Chaos In Her Heart

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

Time

Time ticks by, an endless fading of lives awry. 

Time kicks and spins, but we never know where it begins. 

Time breeds pain and heartbreak, but not just that. 

Time breeds love and faith, and gives itself to people meant for something great. 

 

But it can never give enough. 

Not for love, for hate,

Guts over fear

From the trenches of the dark underground into the sewers of the slumworld, a place terrified with the pain of fear, gripped from their minds unto their souls, they are afraid of the outside world, afraid that death could be their bane at least there was a sorcerer to tell Merlin what Arthur's bane would

Breathe In Breathe Out

Breath In Breath Out,captivated by a white substance that moves at a paralyzed pace,tied zipped in a clear see through coffin,but yet we're the ones buried alive,Breath In Breath Out,I'm the one to blame for reaching out giving it life pulsing,in return I feel extincted and broken.Disorientated lost in clouds filled with images of skeletors

House of God

Full of emptiness
I sit in the pews
Awaiting a savior
Who's waiting to lose

Is it Jesus or Mary
In the haze I can't tell
Stuck in this place
Where an angel just fell

Who has my soul
Who has my heart
These blood covered hands
Tore both apart

Is god in this house
Or is it just me
Praying to a lord
Who won't set me free

The Blurred lines

I am not evil,
I’m the apple that made Eve ill.

A whisper draped in crimson skin,
Temptation’s thrill that pulls you in.

Consume me, taste the sin
Bloom in light, yet drown in shades.

Im not evil nor divine,
Just a line blurred over time.

Two Small Verbs,Nouns

Two Small Verbs/Nouns

Love and hate,
two peas in a pod.
Two words so alike
yet not alike.

Both filled with passion,
evoking strong feelings.
We act on them,
or not, each in our own way.

Both, the opposite end of
an emotional spectrum.
They are the root and evolve
into other verbs or nouns.

Two peas in a pod, so
similar yet so different.
They both lie deep within

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