Hate Poems
#hate
Hate poems include poems about rejection, betrayal, conflict and self-loathing. Also poems about hate in society.
Academic
Poem Published
Today 2:59pm
Today 2:59pm
Stuff your meaningless and useless titles Liz Mountbatten; Meghan Markle neither needs nor wants them!
By Stanley Collymore
When the United States does
dump you Donald Trump -
real surname Drumpf -
you can always try your luck
with Britain, that the Daily
Express so categorically
states that in excess of
two thirds, of the UK
population - rather
gratefully I'm not
counted among
them, as I was
distinctly not
asked about
my opinion
relating to
this issue;
so keenly
supports
yourself
Donald!
Basically Donnie boy
you've obviously a ...
When the United States does
dump you Donald Trump -
real surname Drumpf -
you can always try your luck
with Britain, that the Daily
Express so categorically
states that in excess of
two thirds, of the UK
population - rather
gratefully I'm not
counted among
them, as I was
distinctly not
asked about
my opinion
relating to
this issue;
so keenly
supports
yourself
Donald!
Basically Donnie boy
you've obviously a ...
#hate
#dark
#shame #denial
#shame #denial
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Reborn-Asylum
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:32pm
Yesterday 9:32pm
Rage & Reap
And I come from on high
Sweep down to reap them their souls
Take what is mine from them
Without mercy and with brutality
Teach them their sins
And the Raven sweeps down from the reaper’s shoulder
With pity and compassion
Looking for carrion to feed on
It’s three eyes seeing all
Cawing for “‘vermore”
And I seek vengeance for crimes past committed
Resentment be fulfilled or bodies bloat
Necromantic energies rot my insides
All I feel, hear, see, and speak is rage
Utter Hate
And my Raven, searches the...
Sweep down to reap them their souls
Take what is mine from them
Without mercy and with brutality
Teach them their sins
And the Raven sweeps down from the reaper’s shoulder
With pity and compassion
Looking for carrion to feed on
It’s three eyes seeing all
Cawing for “‘vermore”
And I seek vengeance for crimes past committed
Resentment be fulfilled or bodies bloat
Necromantic energies rot my insides
All I feel, hear, see, and speak is rage
Utter Hate
And my Raven, searches the...
#anger
#hate
#forgiveness
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TheGiftedOne
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:11am
Yesterday 6:11am
Reflection
In the mirror I'm forced too see.
The ugly face given to me.
I hate the image that looks back.
It makes the glass spawn a crack.
I despise the look in my eyes.
Deep blue and full of lies.
An expression of pity and shame.
Belonging to me all the same.
Tears from the pain I feel.
Sorrow that is almost unreal.
I loathe the skin I'm made to wear.
A burden I can hardly bear.
Imperfections and so much more.
Scratches, scabs, and scars galore.
Blood down my legs and arms.
Because I'm the one who self-harms.
I abhor the...
The ugly face given to me.
I hate the image that looks back.
It makes the glass spawn a crack.
I despise the look in my eyes.
Deep blue and full of lies.
An expression of pity and shame.
Belonging to me all the same.
Tears from the pain I feel.
Sorrow that is almost unreal.
I loathe the skin I'm made to wear.
A burden I can hardly bear.
Imperfections and so much more.
Scratches, scabs, and scars galore.
Blood down my legs and arms.
Because I'm the one who self-harms.
I abhor the...
#sadness
#hate
#shame
#despair
#fear
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Academic
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 10:19pm
24th Oct 2020 10:19pm
When morality comes up against profit, it is seldom that profit loses!
By Stanley Collymore
British right-wingers have
a massive problem with
money being sensibly
spent to stop children from
pointlessly ever starving,
but unsurprisingly are
amazingly okay with
practically multiple
billions of Pounds
Sterling, literally
spent on dodgy
contracts with
Tory donors -
like those, purportedly,
making Covid-19 PPE
that obviously don't
work. Or huge pay
rises for indolent
and thoroughly useless MPs.
And comparably too Boris ...
British right-wingers have
a massive problem with
money being sensibly
spent to stop children from
pointlessly ever starving,
but unsurprisingly are
amazingly okay with
practically multiple
billions of Pounds
Sterling, literally
spent on dodgy
contracts with
Tory donors -
like those, purportedly,
making Covid-19 PPE
that obviously don't
work. Or huge pay
rises for indolent
and thoroughly useless MPs.
And comparably too Boris ...
#hate
#rejection
#shame
#greed
#despair
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Academic
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 6:38pm
23rd Oct 2020 6:38pm
Mirror's Reflection Hurting Your Noodle?
By Stanley Collymore
Only in the USA and, of
course, its discernibly
so vilely sycophantic
toady Britain, is liberal, per
se, seen and quite nastily
derided as a pejorative
term. Usually, as it so
happens, by clearly
very intellectually
challenged, quite
dim-witted, also
disturbingly as
well, in this so
brazenly sick
and actually
twisted in a
completely
inimically
managed
schedule
in an obvious process
by...
Only in the USA and, of
course, its discernibly
so vilely sycophantic
toady Britain, is liberal, per
se, seen and quite nastily
derided as a pejorative
term. Usually, as it so
happens, by clearly
very intellectually
challenged, quite
dim-witted, also
disturbingly as
well, in this so
brazenly sick
and actually
twisted in a
completely
inimically
managed
schedule
in an obvious process
by...
#jealousy
#hate
#rejection
#shame
#denial
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Reborn-Asylum
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 9:33am
22nd Oct 2020 9:33am
The Tree Remembers
But the Axe forgets
Why is it that I can remember all the
times you insist I’m worthless
Or struck me and insist you love me after
But when I look back too reminisce on times of joy they are blank
You’ve stolen my joy
Leaving me with resentment
Then promptly forgot my pain and scars
The Tree remembers
The Axe forgets
Neglectfully leaving a sapling to grow
In roots of vernacular poison
14 hours of limbo
Kidnappers don’t let you call
But was I transplanted to healthy soil?
or cut down before I could sprout? ...
Why is it that I can remember all the
times you insist I’m worthless
Or struck me and insist you love me after
But when I look back too reminisce on times of joy they are blank
You’ve stolen my joy
Leaving me with resentment
Then promptly forgot my pain and scars
The Tree remembers
The Axe forgets
Neglectfully leaving a sapling to grow
In roots of vernacular poison
14 hours of limbo
Kidnappers don’t let you call
But was I transplanted to healthy soil?
or cut down before I could sprout? ...
#anger
#hate
#shame
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Reborn-Asylum
Poem Published
21st Oct 2020 7:28am
21st Oct 2020 7:28am
Talking to Myself
If I had a knife
I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you
to set a record
and leave you
bloody and quiet
If I had a gun
I’d rack a shell, cock-back and destroy you
blown away, acrid metal bite
left you
bloody and quiet
If I had a sword
I’d run it through you
and smirk as you bleed
then leave you
bloody and quiet
If I had a hammer
I wouldn’t quickly kill you
Instead I’d break bones slow
leaving you
bloody and screaming
If I had a garrote
I’d tighten the noose around you ...
I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you
to set a record
and leave you
bloody and quiet
If I had a gun
I’d rack a shell, cock-back and destroy you
blown away, acrid metal bite
left you
bloody and quiet
If I had a sword
I’d run it through you
and smirk as you bleed
then leave you
bloody and quiet
If I had a hammer
I wouldn’t quickly kill you
Instead I’d break bones slow
leaving you
bloody and screaming
If I had a garrote
I’d tighten the noose around you ...
#anger
#hate
#dark
#SelfHarm
#shame
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3 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 9:11pm
20th Oct 2020 9:11pm
Teenage Rage
Looking out at my world,
Wishing the tower’s would fall.
I’ll never be like the saint’s they claim.
From inside my painted black bubble.
I’m staring out at you all,
I’m just hoping to set something on flames.
Because you’re making me sick!
With your monotonous tricks!
You speak in riddles, when I’m around.
I’ve got to carry a gun,
Just to have any fun.
All humanity does is bring me down.
I’ve got to paint my eyes black,
To cover up my black eye.
This world has beaten the Hell out of me. ...
Wishing the tower’s would fall.
I’ll never be like the saint’s they claim.
From inside my painted black bubble.
I’m staring out at you all,
I’m just hoping to set something on flames.
Because you’re making me sick!
With your monotonous tricks!
You speak in riddles, when I’m around.
I’ve got to carry a gun,
Just to have any fun.
All humanity does is bring me down.
I’ve got to paint my eyes black,
To cover up my black eye.
This world has beaten the Hell out of me. ...
#anger
#anxiety
#hate
#rejection
#frustration
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Academic
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 2:33pm
20th Oct 2020 2:33pm
Not at all exciting; but captiously scary at the same time!
By Stanley Collymore
Yet another spoilt, clearly
unintelligent, and quite
perceptibly totally out
of touch discernibly dense
advantaged, entitled, rich
white boy with mummy
and daddy's money to
literally fall back on
should anything go
wrong - which is
a likely certainty
with the reality
so self-evident
in the twisted
unsound too,
most infirm
mind that's
irrefutably
a noxious
delusion
carrier -
and, of course, the sole ...
Yet another spoilt, clearly
unintelligent, and quite
perceptibly totally out
of touch discernibly dense
advantaged, entitled, rich
white boy with mummy
and daddy's money to
literally fall back on
should anything go
wrong - which is
a likely certainty
with the reality
so self-evident
in the twisted
unsound too,
most infirm
mind that's
irrefutably
a noxious
delusion
carrier -
and, of course, the sole ...
#hate
#denial
#emptiness #fear
#emptiness #fear
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DystopianMelody
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 12:15pm
20th Oct 2020 12:15pm
Intentions
Could you please
At least
Spit first
Before the thought of you
Within me
Unfurls itself
Rising from the depths of my gut
Slime and fetid stench
Coming to rest at the back of my throat
Settling just beneath the bile
To keep me on my toes
You
My noose
In one way or another
How do I subvert the purpose of the rope
Around my neck
When the reaching of my hands
Loses its meaning
And the lighthouse of my soul has begun to lean
In storm winds it wasnt built to withstand
But...
At least
Spit first
Before the thought of you
Within me
Unfurls itself
Rising from the depths of my gut
Slime and fetid stench
Coming to rest at the back of my throat
Settling just beneath the bile
To keep me on my toes
You
My noose
In one way or another
How do I subvert the purpose of the rope
Around my neck
When the reaching of my hands
Loses its meaning
And the lighthouse of my soul has begun to lean
In storm winds it wasnt built to withstand
But...
#hate
#LifeGoals
#MovingOn
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
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3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 8:27pm
19th Oct 2020 8:27pm
The Light That Lights The (Spooky) Dark Becomes Dimmer Wit Each Passing Era
Major calamities making
way
for semi-celebrities to pedal
they's
"goods" to the behungered
pop
u
lace, ineXplicable to any eXtant
para
digm or
formulae as
would be
relevant
to any
of The
Ten or Eleven commandments,
might, if nothing else, raise
the occasional eyebrow
or nodding approbation
from each of the rather supercilious
...
way
for semi-celebrities to pedal
they's
"goods" to the behungered
pop
u
lace, ineXplicable to any eXtant
para
digm or
formulae as
would be
relevant
to any
of The
Ten or Eleven commandments,
might, if nothing else, raise
the occasional eyebrow
or nodding approbation
from each of the rather supercilious
...
#love
#hate
#confessional
#CharlesBukowski
#consumerism
32 reads
8 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 6:36pm
19th Oct 2020 6:36pm
... brand that rocks the cradle
a starchild to begin,
“A” student again an again,
boy scout with every pen,
predictions an easy win,
mom really loves him
dad is super proud,
they hate they taught him
wrapped around like a shroud,
once a quiet kid
with a devilish cloud,
was Invisible
now shoots into a crowd,
misinformed ignorance
that is the mainstay,
sub level maturity
the order of the day,
lie, fear, corruption,
xenophobia is their play,
only one and “the others”
not even a shade of gray,
...
“A” student again an again,
boy scout with every pen,
predictions an easy win,
mom really loves him
dad is super proud,
they hate they taught him
wrapped around like a shroud,
once a quiet kid
with a devilish cloud,
was Invisible
now shoots into a crowd,
misinformed ignorance
that is the mainstay,
sub level maturity
the order of the day,
lie, fear, corruption,
xenophobia is their play,
only one and “the others”
not even a shade of gray,
...
#hate
#parent
#conflict
#ignorance
#morality
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