Hate Poems
#hate
Hate poems include poems about rejection, betrayal, conflict and self-loathing. Also poems about hate in society.
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 9:01pm
18th Sep 2019 9:01pm
INKlings2
INKling No2 – hate
From The New INKling Series
when bitterness for others
makes you toxic
the sooner you will live
if you relax it
the hole you dig for someone else
becomes a grave
just for yourself
the fervent heat
that you secrete
will escalate
to your own fate
© Copyright 2019 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
From The New INKling Series
when bitterness for others
makes you toxic
the sooner you will live
if you relax it
the hole you dig for someone else
becomes a grave
just for yourself
the fervent heat
that you secrete
will escalate
to your own fate
© Copyright 2019 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#anger
#hate
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2 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 7:22pm
17th Sep 2019 7:22pm
Lilah
I called her name in the calmness of the wind
I watched her hair tumble down
like rocks down a seaside cliff
lilah was a rainbow above me
she held my hand today
and kissed my rosy face
lilah was away
the winds carried her beyond the sand
subtle rolls of thunder echoed through salty air
and lightning flashed around me
but she was smiling down
like the sun lights up for a flower
I waved goodbye
and watched the sky change
lilah was a hurricane
and I was caught in the pouring rain
the...
I watched her hair tumble down
like rocks down a seaside cliff
lilah was a rainbow above me
she held my hand today
and kissed my rosy face
lilah was away
the winds carried her beyond the sand
subtle rolls of thunder echoed through salty air
and lightning flashed around me
but she was smiling down
like the sun lights up for a flower
I waved goodbye
and watched the sky change
lilah was a hurricane
and I was caught in the pouring rain
the...
#hate
#relationships
#conflict
#sea
#storm
32 reads
3 Comments
Kandicejohnson
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 6:00pm
17th Sep 2019 6:00pm
You Have No Clue
I can't breath under
All your lies
I can't feel your love
Though all your hate
Im not having fun
Being played
By your mind games
I don't feel wanted
Or protected
By my father
You have no clue
How to treat
Your daughter
You'll never comprehend
The language
My heart speaks
My heart is not
A dish
You can serve for
Everyone to feast
If only my
Eyes could actually
Scream
Then maybe
You could feel
My piercing pain
With every dagger
You throw at me
Wearing...
All your lies
I can't feel your love
Though all your hate
Im not having fun
Being played
By your mind games
I don't feel wanted
Or protected
By my father
You have no clue
How to treat
Your daughter
You'll never comprehend
The language
My heart speaks
My heart is not
A dish
You can serve for
Everyone to feast
If only my
Eyes could actually
Scream
Then maybe
You could feel
My piercing pain
With every dagger
You throw at me
Wearing...
#hate
#father
#abuse #daughter
#abuse #daughter
36 reads
3 Comments
CannabisInMyDna
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 1:09pm
17th Sep 2019 1:09pm
Numb
#anger
#regret
#hate
#dark
#evil
38 reads
1 Comment
Kavik1
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 5:44am
16th Sep 2019 5:44am
Feeling Used and Abused
Alone in my room.
Feeling used and abused.
Hated by all.
Tonight my life might come to a halt.
So sick of feeling used and abused.
Feeling used and abused.
Hated by all.
Tonight my life might come to a halt.
So sick of feeling used and abused.
#anger
#depression
#hate
#dark
#hurt
40 reads
1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 10:25am
15th Sep 2019 10:25am
The New Norm
( prose poetry )
There’s a ubiquitous stain throughout the house, in every room. A brown sepia that comes from the fires blazing over the low summits of hills from the coastline on a regular basis. The windows are perpetually shut tight but still the stench of burnoff seeps in. The ocean’s sea breeze has long become a wet-dream memory.
Supper has long gone cold and sits abandoned in the small gas stove. It’s been an hour since she drew herself a bath only to lay her bareness across the double bed; its sheets disheveled and matted from the morning’s...
There’s a ubiquitous stain throughout the house, in every room. A brown sepia that comes from the fires blazing over the low summits of hills from the coastline on a regular basis. The windows are perpetually shut tight but still the stench of burnoff seeps in. The ocean’s sea breeze has long become a wet-dream memory.
Supper has long gone cold and sits abandoned in the small gas stove. It’s been an hour since she drew herself a bath only to lay her bareness across the double bed; its sheets disheveled and matted from the morning’s...
#hate
#marriage
#fire #prose
#fire #prose
98 reads
19 Comments
MsMidnightXXX
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 7:28am
14th Sep 2019 7:28am
The Chapter
Today upon this hill,
Am getting ready for the kill,
A look of gluten in their eye's
They muttered as the body losses warmth,
They picked your bones like a lock inside the tombs,
Take care to not take care of you,
While i was learning to live,
I was living a lie,
You had arrived as you made my heart thrived,
Then you took me into the woods as i turned Twenty-Five & died,
I guess you got what you wanted,
So i will settle for a slaughterhouse as i will be soaked in my own blood with betrayal,
...
Am getting ready for the kill,
A look of gluten in their eye's
They muttered as the body losses warmth,
They picked your bones like a lock inside the tombs,
Take care to not take care of you,
While i was learning to live,
I was living a lie,
You had arrived as you made my heart thrived,
Then you took me into the woods as i turned Twenty-Five & died,
I guess you got what you wanted,
So i will settle for a slaughterhouse as i will be soaked in my own blood with betrayal,
...
#anger
#hate
#lyrics
26 reads
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BWBijon
Bijon Quail
Bijon Quail
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 2:18am
13th Sep 2019 2:18am
THE NORTH IS PLASTIC - WITH NO SUBSTANCE
Above the skies of JacksonVille, floats a holy blue sky
Above the skies of Boston, float sick and crooked, gnats and flies
Above the skies of Mississippi, fly holy birds, and beautiful Pelicans
Above the skies of Maine, float plastics n' kleenex, and drab and ugly junk
The Golden Eagle of Dixie, is Golden and White
The Bald Eagle of Vermont, is a weak sucka', with no hook, beak, nor bite
The sky of the South is holy and blue
But above the Mason Dixon Line, the sky is plastic, rolling with rotten fumes
...
Above the skies of Boston, float sick and crooked, gnats and flies
Above the skies of Mississippi, fly holy birds, and beautiful Pelicans
Above the skies of Maine, float plastics n' kleenex, and drab and ugly junk
The Golden Eagle of Dixie, is Golden and White
The Bald Eagle of Vermont, is a weak sucka', with no hook, beak, nor bite
The sky of the South is holy and blue
But above the Mason Dixon Line, the sky is plastic, rolling with rotten fumes
...
#hate
#birds
#nature
27 reads
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 7:51pm
12th Sep 2019 7:51pm
I Am The Storm
I am the whistle
That taps your spine
Echoing bone and gristle
To play your mind
The barren lifeless leaves
That whirl the breeze
A chant in trees
Plants you on knees
I am the breath
That howls your name
An undead eternal death
Cast upon the flame
The perversion of sin
You exult with grin
Stripping me of skin
You could never win
That taps your spine
Echoing bone and gristle
To play your mind
The barren lifeless leaves
That whirl the breeze
A chant in trees
Plants you on knees
I am the breath
That howls your name
An undead eternal death
Cast upon the flame
The perversion of sin
You exult with grin
Stripping me of skin
You could never win
#anger
#hate
#dark
70 reads
6 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 5:34am
12th Sep 2019 5:34am
Gorillas In The Disc
Mystified from the
First glance, something
That turns
Tragic
It’s not me doing
This, I realize
That now
Because I’ve become
Too cocky with
My ability
When that doesn’t
Really matter
Much to the
World at
Large
Now her thumbs
Were in my
Mouth as she
Massaged my
Cheeks
It’s best to let it
Take hold and
Control you
Because then all
The self-loathing
And personal
Responsibility will
Finally cease to ...
First glance, something
That turns
Tragic
It’s not me doing
This, I realize
That now
Because I’ve become
Too cocky with
My ability
When that doesn’t
Really matter
Much to the
World at
Large
Now her thumbs
Were in my
Mouth as she
Massaged my
Cheeks
It’s best to let it
Take hold and
Control you
Because then all
The self-loathing
And personal
Responsibility will
Finally cease to ...
#hate
#identity
#evolution
#tragedy
#LookingForLove
47 reads
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Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
11th Sep 2019 11:18pm
11th Sep 2019 11:18pm
Simply out of Hate
2,996 lives claimed in the U.S. on this day18 years ago
a drop in a seemingly bottomless bucket
if added to the number claimed around the world
before and since
and our tears shed because of it fills an ocean of misery
when will we learn
Oh God!
when will we learn
a drop in a seemingly bottomless bucket
if added to the number claimed around the world
before and since
and our tears shed because of it fills an ocean of misery
when will we learn
Oh God!
when will we learn
#sadness
#hate
#forgiveness #humankind
#forgiveness #humankind
85 reads
Taurek
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 3:48am
9th Sep 2019 3:48am
What Teat Am I Sucking From This Week?
Writers are a fucked
Lot, even with success,
It just means you sold
The fuck out, leaving
A terrible legacy
I can only think of
Two that were
Blessed with the
Good fortune, and
One of them is
Dead
Imagine having the
Love of the masses,
But hate doesn’t
Work either
Crammed into the
Lining was the
Answer you were
Looking for
But your wife donated
The coat to the
Salvation Army, and
So you’re just as
Confused as you’d
Ever been
Oh, you...
Lot, even with success,
It just means you sold
The fuck out, leaving
A terrible legacy
I can only think of
Two that were
Blessed with the
Good fortune, and
One of them is
Dead
Imagine having the
Love of the masses,
But hate doesn’t
Work either
Crammed into the
Lining was the
Answer you were
Looking for
But your wife donated
The coat to the
Salvation Army, and
So you’re just as
Confused as you’d
Ever been
Oh, you...
#love
#hate
#lies
#money
#LifeAsAWriter
48 reads
2 Comments
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