Hate Self Poems | Examples
These Hate Self poems are examples of Self poems about Hate. These are the best examples of Self Hate poems written by international poets.
Just as you would suppose,
Unleased hatred only grows.
Do lash out, I’m sure you’ll see
God gives this freedom to you and me.
Mind your soul to heal the hate.
Enlighten your path before it’s too late.
Note your actions and words, if you will
That your hate will ever be still.
All that anger held inside
Leaks from within, not outside.
I am not quiet,
Not easily forgotten,
Yet somehow
Still unseen.
I feel it,
In the bones of my being,
This weight of being
Unappealing.
Not the kind
You’d walk toward.
Not the kind
That draws eyes or hearts.
It’s not like me
To say, “I hate myself,”
But sometimes,
That silence speaks louder.
Strangers
Faces I’ve never met,
Mouths that never called my name,
Eyes that never really saw me
Still, they judge.
They know me better than I do,
They say.
They define my shape,
My walk,
My worth.
And so, I wear it.
Their truth becomes mine.
And you
You’re beautiful,
Unique,
Undeniable.
You can see me.
I cannot.
And though it’s not like me
To admit this ache,
This shadow inside,
It is still me.
Still here.
Still hurting.
This could be..."True Love"
If she only knew me, well...
It would be..."True Hate"
My heart no longer beats as it did before
With each thump there’s a rattle you now hear
You wonder at first then you realize
The look in my eyes makes the reason clear
It’s from the pieces of my broken heart
That were just to far beyond any repair
The only one that I can blame for this
Is none other then me causing my despair
There’s something wrong with me
Hidden deep in the wiring of my mind
So many have tried to discover it
But there’s nothing they’re able to find
People have loved me deeply in life
And for that alone were pushed away
I can still see how their faces looked
Every drop of pain was there on display
All my emotions are covered by a mask
So they will never know how much I care
I will never put my heart up on exhibit
My feelings I simply refuse to bare
And I hate myself for being this way
Wanting to cause this self made headache
I’ve made this road rougher than needed
And though it hurts it’s not too much to take
Ruining my life has become my addiction
I enjoy when the pain gets to be so severe
I’ve slowly torn my life apart unnecessarily
So I do this out of hatred or is it fear
Remembering what she used to be.
How she could light the world ablaze without a second thought.
Her words like daggers, always ready for a fight.
Always wanting and waiting for the thrill of the adrenaline.
Her feels numb, not even feeling the hurt of being used anymore.
Was it the constant state of depression, anxiety, or self-hate?
She never stopped, always full speed, like a wildfire burning, until she couldn’t burn anymore.
Crashing down to rock bottom was the only way to find healing.
Healing was the only way to find the hidden path to the life she was destined to live.
Who knew a setup would turn into that long-awaited feeling after one meeting.
Knowing from the first date this was her yin to her yang, when her life changed.
Loving all of him, even the pieces in the dark corners with cobwebs.
They have fought each other’s battles and loved each other at their lowest.
Their love still ablaze to this day.
She didn’t think she would have this kind of love, her past self would never have let her have it or think she deserved it.
She’s living a life she only dreamed of.
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.”
May I return when nights come
And off the furious outside mind
And lit beams inside of some kinds
They sparkle calmness as seeds sprout
And shine as the moonlit torches the soul
I am sure of these moments of aliveness
As bright as the crystallized world of unseen
ln a sudden mode, hilarious could flow
Else, fade off tiredness irrational foes
Many times, I hate to mention this in poems
As hypocritical as some chinese trouble
You ask me why I live in cave
Caveman not want to be a slave
I take a chance and look around
I see that people act like clown
Your little ones you not take care
You always running here and there
You drop them off at crazy school
No discipline when they break rule
They spend their time in front of screen
You wonder why they act so mean
They don’t know sex or what is real
By age of ten know how to kill
Government tells you what to do
You give up trying to be you
Purpose of life, make more money
Hate is growing it not funny
I choose a life here in my cave
Not make a choice to be a slave
I took the chance to look around
No way I’d choose to live in town
small baby steps, one at a time
take us to our destination
ladder of life let’s slowly climb
at peace in tranquil cessation
we dwell in form by night and day
and therefore we are hypnotised
but in the void of cessation
truth of God can be realised
let us celebrate the stages
of our spiritual ascent
inspired by counsel of sages
to accord love and light consent
the path is long so let’s be strong
firming heart’s resolve to evolve
mindfully taking all along
as conflicts with love we resolve
in time truth of Self is revealed
which is eternal living light
yet our old wounds need to be healed
and wrongs we did to be made right
there’s no hurry so why worry
since space-time is an illusion
so hatchet of hate let’s bury
forging with all loving fusion
in timeless time we come undone
transforming as love, light and bliss
knowing all existence is one
which is when God blows us a kiss
poised as awareness self-aware
when our form’s fully magnetised
it is then with His heart we pair
and then we are God-realised
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.
I read book dedications and cry.
Nostalgia burns worse than
the words you used to speak.
I've been the problem child since
—well, ever.
A self-fulfilling prophecy.
Isn't it ironic,
my diamond dame?
You brought me into this world
pink and smooth and wailing—
or so I’ve heard.
Some nights, I wonder:
Did the chicken come first, or the egg?
Did you hate me
before you made me?
Each day I stand before the glass,
A meeting where truths unmask.
She waits for me with patient eyes,
Reflecting what I oft despise.
She shows me depths I never knew,
What I’ve ignored, what I misconstrue.
Her silent empathy, her tender care,
She cries for me, always there.
“It is okay, mate,” her whispers say,
Guiding me through shadows grey.
At times I hate, at times I adore,
This bond—a struggle, a rapport.
Unique she is, the soul I see,
No one knows her better than me.
Through love, through tears, she molds my core,
My compass in life—forevermore.
Body rejects itself,
Bone-dry and like a furnace,
It burns alive, kill
It is sand, dead
Dig two graves,
Refuse to rot,
This isn’t revenge.
Hate the body,
It’s nothing but problematic.
One ear open,
Stay somewhat conscious.
Maggots crawl in the body, tearing under the skin,
Refuse to rot, feel it inside-out.
Fling a rope,
It will not reach,
YOUR BODY isn’t strong enough.
living in my truth without hesitation or regret
dispelling lies and betrayal that I surely outwit
living in my truth without malice revenge or hate
forgiving all of you that think you control my fate
living in my truth there's no other way I rather be
no masking accepting all of me so now I am free
living in my truth that I am not for everybody
no expectations or validations from anybody
living in my truth without carrying past trauma
steering clear of heartless envious peoples drama
living in my truth expressing the arts of my heart
internally creating works in different genres of art
living in my truth and purpose to live love laugh
authenticity compassion not learned from a graph
living in my truth allows me to sometimes just be or do
allowing the rhythm of life is why I have a bold bright hue
You used to hold me
Kiss my cheeks
Love me without any hate
Feed me sliced grapes
I don’t remember those days
I find memories I buried
Locked up to keep
My love for you
How do I bury them again
Mama tell me please
How do I forget the hate you have for me
As you throw a vase
Screaming away
I will never feel the same
You used to wash my hair
And tell me what to wear
You used to take me
To the playground
I want to remember only these days
How do I remember only these days
Mama
Mama please
Kiss my cheeks again
Soothe me to sleep
I’m still your baby
Please love me
I’m still your baby
Love me like you used to
Throw the hate away
Let me sleep in your bed
Just for the night
Mama please
Please