Hate Poems
#hate
Hate poems include poems about rejection, betrayal, conflict and self-loathing. Also poems about hate in society.
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
Today 7:40am
Today 7:40am
do you really know the meaning of HOT?
have
you
ever
dipped a biscuit in coffee?
HAVE YOU
EVER TASTE IT
WITH YOUR
SWOLLEN TONGUE?
hot
means
to dissolve
and mix with someone's color
to get painted in something
NOT JUST MELT...
you
ever
dipped a biscuit in coffee?
HAVE YOU
EVER TASTE IT
WITH YOUR
SWOLLEN TONGUE?
hot
means
to dissolve
and mix with someone's color
to get painted in something
NOT JUST MELT...
#hate
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NP_NP
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:05pm
Yesterday 7:05pm
Black Rose
Why must we fight, day in, day out?
Let these be the last cruel words from your mouth.
Pushing me to the edge—this is no Morticia and Gomez tale,
Hatred in our eyes, each word a violent hail.
You once accused me of being a materialistic.
So I shattered everything, set the chaos in a swirl.
The TV—sliced with a knife,
That painting of love, torn from life.
I broke the dishes, screaming in pain,
Materialistic, I'll destroy it all in vain.
I don't care for what you've given me,
What matters now is all we...
Let these be the last cruel words from your mouth.
Pushing me to the edge—this is no Morticia and Gomez tale,
Hatred in our eyes, each word a violent hail.
You once accused me of being a materialistic.
So I shattered everything, set the chaos in a swirl.
The TV—sliced with a knife,
That painting of love, torn from life.
I broke the dishes, screaming in pain,
Materialistic, I'll destroy it all in vain.
I don't care for what you've given me,
What matters now is all we...
#anger
#disappointment
#frustration
#hate
#love
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1 Comment
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:07am
Yesterday 1:07am
Gonna Be Me Till The End
I'm a part of a community on Reddit called twinflames. People downvoted the post I made about being disabled in my abusive mother's home and how I'm scared my twin flame, Josh may choose someone for the shallow, superficial reasons- a girl who makes him look good on paper.
The rage is flooding, erupting like the biggest volcano. It reminds me of the people who blamed me for not leaving my mom's home as if I have a better option. Group homes and independent living would suck!!!! They act like being spoiled and getting the resources I need here is bad.
Unlike others, I...
The rage is flooding, erupting like the biggest volcano. It reminds me of the people who blamed me for not leaving my mom's home as if I have a better option. Group homes and independent living would suck!!!! They act like being spoiled and getting the resources I need here is bad.
Unlike others, I...
#apathy
#dark
#hate
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 1:36am
25th Jan 2025 1:36am
Some kinda recursive stress thing.
I only get happy when I'm in these.
Liminal trance states.
Where I can forget.
Linear time.
And,
It's worse than I ever told you.
In my whole life.
Cause.
Remember.
I didn't tell you.
A God damned.
Thing.
Liminal trance states.
Where I can forget.
Linear time.
And,
It's worse than I ever told you.
In my whole life.
Cause.
Remember.
I didn't tell you.
A God damned.
Thing.
#hate
#sadness
#shame
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
Invocation
I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
#dark
#hate
#sacrifice #suffering
#sacrifice #suffering
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 7:34pm
21st Jan 2025 7:34pm
You're child is hideous!
How many out there do we see
In someone's presence that has VD
You got pregnant, had a child
Your baby looks cursed, should be exiled
Your parents were fucked up most of their youth
Their liberal or redneck ideas, born with no couth
Idiocy doesn't fall far from your tree
Your mongoloid child is quite ugly!
Ugly parents shouldn't have kids
Don't need formula or some wooden crib
No sex to create a child, it's only for pleasure
I'll take that statement to the grave, for always & forever
In someone's presence that has VD
You got pregnant, had a child
Your baby looks cursed, should be exiled
Your parents were fucked up most of their youth
Their liberal or redneck ideas, born with no couth
Idiocy doesn't fall far from your tree
Your mongoloid child is quite ugly!
Ugly parents shouldn't have kids
Don't need formula or some wooden crib
No sex to create a child, it's only for pleasure
I'll take that statement to the grave, for always & forever
#birth
#devil
#hate
#parent
#satirical
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 3:02pm
18th Jan 2025 3:02pm
Feast of shadows
How could you take another bite?
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
#anger
#grief
#hate
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oskar
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 9:03pm
16th Jan 2025 9:03pm
the debate
he French Debate in English
The program was about the power of alternative media such as X and Facebook
A woman from the EU said those programs
Can be banned, by the stroke of a pen
What arrogance, to ban people of Europe not
To see what the alternative media say
Be practicing censorship
The EU is after Elon Musk for what was considered an interference in the upcoming
German election of AtD.
It is what the voters in Germany like to vote for
EU wants to stop voices they dislike, which is tantamount to dictatorship
The program was about the power of alternative media such as X and Facebook
A woman from the EU said those programs
Can be banned, by the stroke of a pen
What arrogance, to ban people of Europe not
To see what the alternative media say
Be practicing censorship
The EU is after Elon Musk for what was considered an interference in the upcoming
German election of AtD.
It is what the voters in Germany like to vote for
EU wants to stop voices they dislike, which is tantamount to dictatorship
#anger
#apathy
#bittersweet
#greed
#hate
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NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 3:16pm
15th Jan 2025 3:16pm
Fake Ass
What if we swapped that tiny
dancer in the music box,
For a stripper on a pole,
In the heat of intoxicated thoughts?
Drunk and jealousy, trust me,
don't mix,
Friction ignites where emotions twist.
Was it a fight over a customer’s gaze,
Or did beauty alone set
the stage ablaze?
I wasn't in her mind, so I couldn't know,
The tension that simmered,
ready to blow.
One stood on the side stage,
the other with a client,
Corona's in hand, the day shift riot, ...
dancer in the music box,
For a stripper on a pole,
In the heat of intoxicated thoughts?
Drunk and jealousy, trust me,
don't mix,
Friction ignites where emotions twist.
Was it a fight over a customer’s gaze,
Or did beauty alone set
the stage ablaze?
I wasn't in her mind, so I couldn't know,
The tension that simmered,
ready to blow.
One stood on the side stage,
the other with a client,
Corona's in hand, the day shift riot, ...
#anger
#conflict
#hate
#violence
#WritingPoetry
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 3:11am
15th Jan 2025 3:11am
One more day needed...
A man I know just lost his mother.
We comforted him as best we could.
He cried for hours. I'm sure his
cries continued after I left.
I left because I was angry. Not at
the bereaved friend - but at my
CUNT mother! I survived her.
I raised myself while being her slave
and the family sex toy. She had
been abused and escaped! She
chose to return to the fold and
allow/force the physical and sexual
abuse on me!
I wish we would have had love between
us! We didn't! I avoided her for over a
decade as I was...
We comforted him as best we could.
He cried for hours. I'm sure his
cries continued after I left.
I left because I was angry. Not at
the bereaved friend - but at my
CUNT mother! I survived her.
I raised myself while being her slave
and the family sex toy. She had
been abused and escaped! She
chose to return to the fold and
allow/force the physical and sexual
abuse on me!
I wish we would have had love between
us! We didn't! I avoided her for over a
decade as I was...
#abuse
#anger
#hate #mother
#hate #mother
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adagio
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
Rorschach Zombie
Song of a rotting corpse in psychoanalysis
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
#dark
#emptiness
#hate
#hypocrisy
#loneliness
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:29pm
14th Jan 2025 3:29pm
Haters of the Truth
You commend the poet with flattery when you agree with what he writes,
But you make disdainful comments when you disagree with his work.
You challenge his writing because you have bad intentions towards him.
Furthermore, you raise nonsensical points to anger and entrap the writer.
The poet would rather not have conversations with evil-minded people.
On many occasions, you dissent to the views of the poet and create confusions.
You deliberately misrepresent the poet’s arguments to mislead the readers.
The people who oppose the work of the poet are...
But you make disdainful comments when you disagree with his work.
You challenge his writing because you have bad intentions towards him.
Furthermore, you raise nonsensical points to anger and entrap the writer.
The poet would rather not have conversations with evil-minded people.
On many occasions, you dissent to the views of the poet and create confusions.
You deliberately misrepresent the poet’s arguments to mislead the readers.
The people who oppose the work of the poet are...
#anger
#hate
#money
#murder
#racism
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