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Hate Narrative Poems

These Hate Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about Hate. These are the best examples of Narrative Hate poems written by international poets.

The Devil Who Has Us
In the crave of saving, embracing the change & erasing the pages with familiar faces... Tasting the rage to prepare for this daring despair, sedated...

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Categories: depression,

The Decay Of Worthy Bones
In a daze of amazing grace, situated to face your mistake without patience... I anticipate the break, simulate the pain...  I aim for gracious,...

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Categories: depression,

Beautiful Mourning
We've had a change of behavior, the grace of a favor erased our rage... In exchange for our deranged anger to be printed on paper....

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Categories: depression,

The Diablo Window
An obligation is to make it to greatness without mistakes, congratulations? on being the inspiration taking me to a new destination... Thanks for the sake...

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© Roger Byrd  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: depression,

The Eightieth Trimester, Part I
Huxley was in his nineteenth year,
a freshman at a fancy school,
the kind with excesses of ivy,
who claimed they accepted no fools.

The academics were no task,

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Categories: abortion, conflict, courage, culture,

A void in my Reflection
A Void in my Reflection. When i look at myself i see a Woman i cant except. My skin is like melted milk chocolate poured...

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Categories: abuse, anxiety, depression, freedom,

Other People's Freedom, Part I
Autumn though of herself as a kind soul,
and she took great pride in her compassion,
she believed things could be made perfect,
and her voting reflected this...

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Categories: betrayal, dark, evil, freedom,

He Did Not Come Back The Same, Part III
For a month Laurie mulled and brooded,
even tried to think it wasn’t her fault,
if Stan had just told her the things he did
maybe she wouldn’t...

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Categories: growth, introspection, loss, love,

He Did Not Come Back The Same, Part II
She thought he would rage, clean blow his stack,
but he just nodded with a sad look,
said,”After what I saw, I can’t go back,
there are many...

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Categories: growth, introspection, loss, love,

For Good
You told me somethings,
I thought I would never hear.

But now, 
they come to the forefront.

You tell me you don't 
want meaningless sex.

So what exactly is...

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Categories: break up,

Just Call Me Moonlight
Just Call Me Moonlight

I am growing older in age
yet, I did make my way out of the cage.
Just call me Moonlight, 
because that is the...

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Categories: character, courage, fantasy, poems,


You fascinate me in your loving care, 
you always had showed my the way 
when my heart is truly broken-
leaving me battered with my...

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Categories: betrayal, dark, dream, emotions,


The more I looked at his photo, 
the more his eyes seemed depicted.
I could feel a strong power from 

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Categories: art, dark, dream, emotions,

Hello Mother
Hello Mother
It’s me the son you don’t remember
The son you were ashamed of and ready to give up on
I bet you have forgotten about me...

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Categories: absence, anger, character, growing

Premium Member 2019 Celebration
2019 is just around the corner. Some are making it through the tough times and some are not. Many may die and many will live....

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Categories: appreciation, bible, birthday, blessing,

Settling Old Grudges, Part II
...“The bloodshed grew, the army was called in,
and sided with settlers as they often did,
Blue Hawk’s people were crushed, all rounded up,
put on the rez...

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Categories: conflict, confusion, family, father

Better Off A Cowboy, Part I
My son’s name is Dylan, was country raised
in the hills of Wyoming where cattle graze,
helped on the ranch, but never felt fulfilled,
hated his hometown as...

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Categories: narrative, change, growing up, growth,

The Son of Tyrants, Part I
I was born in far Morsania,
a small, backwater Eurasian state,
known to most folk in this wide world
for my grandfather’s prodigious hate.

My given name is Jocefeus,

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Categories: america, change, dark, family,

Premium Member Waiting For A Good One
She cannot keep a job; she has had several. Anger issues.
Cannot spell or write either, or be nice, but those are secondary problems.
Showed up at...

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Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade,

Premium Member Obsessive Compulsive Little Me
Nothing was ever going to displace my obsession for painting in my mind.
A joyfulness I had never experienced before entered my soul realm when
I finished...

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Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade,