Poems About Hate Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about hate seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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ForestFae98
ForestFae98
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 3:45am
9th Apr 2025 3:45am
Endless Thoughts
The endless thoughts that circle my head.
Bubbly up emotions I try so hard to repressed.
Needing to scream, shout, yell, cry. Something. Anything, other than sitting just sitting here.
With these thoughts and feelings.
The restless feeling that consumes me
My mind racing, as well as my heart.
The need to be moving, cleaning, organizing, or smoking. Anything but to sit here feeling the pain and anger as it tries to consume me.
Making rash decisions.
Leaving me in a shell, trapped in my own maddness
As the anger burns everything within and...
Bubbly up emotions I try so hard to repressed.
Needing to scream, shout, yell, cry. Something. Anything, other than sitting just sitting here.
With these thoughts and feelings.
The restless feeling that consumes me
My mind racing, as well as my heart.
The need to be moving, cleaning, organizing, or smoking. Anything but to sit here feeling the pain and anger as it tries to consume me.
Making rash decisions.
Leaving me in a shell, trapped in my own maddness
As the anger burns everything within and...
#hate
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ShaleeSue
Shalee
Shalee
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 6:31am
5th Apr 2025 6:31am
Blanket
I cleared the last of my things
from grandmother’s house.
Drawers coughed up receipts.
The closets held the breath
of people who died standing.
And there—
your blanket.
Folded like a flag.
Too clean.
Like someone still believes
you’re coming back.
It smelled like you.
That synthetic, animal smell
something that wouldn’t be washed.
I hate you.
It fits in my mouth like a coin.
My body remembered you
before I did.
Knees gave.
Teeth locked.
You’re...
from grandmother’s house.
Drawers coughed up receipts.
The closets held the breath
of people who died standing.
And there—
your blanket.
Folded like a flag.
Too clean.
Like someone still believes
you’re coming back.
It smelled like you.
That synthetic, animal smell
something that wouldn’t be washed.
I hate you.
It fits in my mouth like a coin.
My body remembered you
before I did.
Knees gave.
Teeth locked.
You’re...
#emotional
#emptiness
#grief
#hate
#hurt
50 reads
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Pishashee
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 5:04am
3rd Apr 2025 5:04am
Now I hate him.
The paper is a block of wood.
I stood watching.
I'll not speak of what he may have been thinking, but I heard him recite evil words on small beings.
The mouse was dangling from the glue trap, Already dead in his screaming.
There was no need for torment. Or to draw the torment to my attention.
Now I hate him.
I stood watching.
I'll not speak of what he may have been thinking, but I heard him recite evil words on small beings.
The mouse was dangling from the glue trap, Already dead in his screaming.
There was no need for torment. Or to draw the torment to my attention.
Now I hate him.
#anger
#anxiety
#hate
#heartbroken
#rejection
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MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 9:38pm
18th Mar 2025 9:38pm
(Randy Orton Heel Theme 2025) The Voices Never Lie
Verse 1
Listen closely as they speak to me
They tell me what you need to be
Broken, battered, on your knees
Following their commands with ease
I can't resist what they prescribe
Their words cut deep inside
Chorus
The voices never lie
They tell me what to do
The voices never lie
And now they're coming for you
The voices never lie
(They never, never lie)
Verse 2
Crawling deeper in my mind
Leaving sanity behind
They paint pictures crystal clear
Of all the ways to bring you fear
Every strike...
Listen closely as they speak to me
They tell me what you need to be
Broken, battered, on your knees
Following their commands with ease
I can't resist what they prescribe
Their words cut deep inside
Chorus
The voices never lie
They tell me what to do
The voices never lie
And now they're coming for you
The voices never lie
(They never, never lie)
Verse 2
Crawling deeper in my mind
Leaving sanity behind
They paint pictures crystal clear
Of all the ways to bring you fear
Every strike...
#anger
#dark
#evil
#hate
#scary
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Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 1:42am
17th Mar 2025 1:42am
Don't be such a Yoda
Sometimes I want to
scream and rant and wail
against the social constructs
that made me
how I am
I want to pout and
cry and act like a baby
because life isn't fair
and that's just not fair at all
And this is why
I hate you;
Your love so revives
my spirit struggling to breathe
and I can't turn away from
the beauty of the world
but sometimes
I still cry
for the simple joy
that I can love to hate
the love you give so openly
And you just smile
scream and rant and wail
against the social constructs
that made me
how I am
I want to pout and
cry and act like a baby
because life isn't fair
and that's just not fair at all
And this is why
I hate you;
Your love so revives
my spirit struggling to breathe
and I can't turn away from
the beauty of the world
but sometimes
I still cry
for the simple joy
that I can love to hate
the love you give so openly
And you just smile
#hate
#love
#peace
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 9:36pm
16th Mar 2025 9:36pm
The Debt Always Comes Due
Always the victim, never the cause,
twisting the past into thorns in your crown,
spitting out names like they branded you first,
but no, you lit the match.
Nothing was real—just a game, just a spark,
a flicker in winter, a flame in my hands,
burning because you willed it to,
then blaming the fire for touching your skin.
Never was love, never was truth,
just a hollow echo you painted in gold,
a script rehearsed, a play well-staged,
but the audience left, and the curtains fell.
Every excuse, every...
twisting the past into thorns in your crown,
spitting out names like they branded you first,
but no, you lit the match.
Nothing was real—just a game, just a spark,
a flicker in winter, a flame in my hands,
burning because you willed it to,
then blaming the fire for touching your skin.
Never was love, never was truth,
just a hollow echo you painted in gold,
a script rehearsed, a play well-staged,
but the audience left, and the curtains fell.
Every excuse, every...
#anger
#fate
#hate #karma
#hate #karma
94 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 9:36pm
7th Mar 2025 9:36pm
It can happen again.
Gustave Gilbert who interviewed Nazi war criminals at Nuremberg concluded
"It’s the one characteristic that connects all the defendants,” he said. “A genuine incapacity to feel with their fellow man. Evil, I think, is the absence of empathy.”
Elon Musk on a Joe Rogan podcast
"The fundamental weakness of Western civilisation is empathy".
Americans should start preparing for the book burnings,the door markings and the rounding up of any who oppose the establishment.
I could go on but I might be the next to disappear.
"It’s the one characteristic that connects all the defendants,” he said. “A genuine incapacity to feel with their fellow man. Evil, I think, is the absence of empathy.”
Elon Musk on a Joe Rogan podcast
"The fundamental weakness of Western civilisation is empathy".
Americans should start preparing for the book burnings,the door markings and the rounding up of any who oppose the establishment.
I could go on but I might be the next to disappear.
#betrayal
#hate
#lies
82 reads
1 Comment
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 3:44am
26th Feb 2025 3:44am
FBI
FBI.... federal bureau of ill will.
Patel and Bongino,Trump's Praetorian Guard.
Poor bloody Yanks life's about to get hard.
I ask,where have the decent folk gone?
They're hiding away from this new hateful dawn.
Phones will be tapped,dossiers complied
As the nasty and hateful remain undefiled
Don't despair you weak and you woke
Trump will subdue you with Prozac or Coke
I wonder if God will attend the great burn
As He is the one that let fascists return.
Goodbye America.....your empire is crumbling and the vermin are now in charge.
Patel and Bongino,Trump's Praetorian Guard.
Poor bloody Yanks life's about to get hard.
I ask,where have the decent folk gone?
They're hiding away from this new hateful dawn.
Phones will be tapped,dossiers complied
As the nasty and hateful remain undefiled
Don't despair you weak and you woke
Trump will subdue you with Prozac or Coke
I wonder if God will attend the great burn
As He is the one that let fascists return.
Goodbye America.....your empire is crumbling and the vermin are now in charge.
#hate
86 reads
1 Comment
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 10:11pm
25th Feb 2025 10:11pm
incalculable price tag...
it blows my mind
how offended y'all are
at my being "woke"
it does beg the question though
& I gotta know...
how does it feel to be owned...?
how offended y'all are
at my being "woke"
it does beg the question though
& I gotta know...
how does it feel to be owned...?
#disappointment
#greed
#hate
241 reads
20 Comments
Des0Holtz
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 8:39am
12th Feb 2025 8:39am
The Depths of Despair
In shadows I dwell, where darkness resides,
A prisoner of thoughts, where hope subsides.
Depression's grip, a heavy chain,
Whispering doubts, fueling the pain.
Self-harm's allure, a tempting release,
A fleeting escape, a moment of peace.
But scars remain, a haunting reminder,
Of battles fought, wounds left behind her.
Suicide's call, a siren's sweet song,
Promising solace, where nothing feels wrong.
But death's embrace, a cold, empty void,
Leaving behind loved ones, forever destroyed.
I yearn for light, a glimmer of hope,
To...
A prisoner of thoughts, where hope subsides.
Depression's grip, a heavy chain,
Whispering doubts, fueling the pain.
Self-harm's allure, a tempting release,
A fleeting escape, a moment of peace.
But scars remain, a haunting reminder,
Of battles fought, wounds left behind her.
Suicide's call, a siren's sweet song,
Promising solace, where nothing feels wrong.
But death's embrace, a cold, empty void,
Leaving behind loved ones, forever destroyed.
I yearn for light, a glimmer of hope,
To...
#dark
#disappointment
#hate #sadness
#hate #sadness
77 reads
3 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 3:08am
2nd Feb 2025 3:08am
M-F
Another day dawns
And I'm propped up
Like a pale corpse
To lead charge into battle
Pushed and berated on
A beast of burden
With no reprieve
From bound shackles
Sent home a shell
To my loves
A broken boned
Fading soul
And I'm propped up
Like a pale corpse
To lead charge into battle
Pushed and berated on
A beast of burden
With no reprieve
From bound shackles
Sent home a shell
To my loves
A broken boned
Fading soul
#apathy
#despair
#frustration
#hate
#regret
63 reads
2 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 7:40am
27th Jan 2025 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
166 reads
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