Hate Poems

Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
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Alas! this is not what I thought life was.
I knew that there were crimes and evil men,
Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass
Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen.
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I once was asked concerning love versus hate
Why does it seem that hate is so great?
While hate is a very strong emotion too
Nothing can equal love that is true
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Don't ask me what is friend?
What is love? Where it lies in?
Well definition, most of us confused
With the sweet of love juice
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Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate"
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
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Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown,—
Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
A poisonous pollen blown,
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I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
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If a good man were ever housed in Hell
By needful error of the qualities,
Perhaps to prove the rule or shame the devil,
Or speak the truth only a stranger sees,
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Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,
O, but with mine, compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,
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"If you hate the poor,
do not ask The Divine One for wealth.
If you hate the despised,
do not ask The Divine One for honor.
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I hate you
I hate the fact that you keep coming back over and over never giving me the chance to ever get over you. I hate that your sweet lies still bring a certain happiness to my heart. I hate that i can't wait for us to meet again no matter how much time has passed. I hate that you're not honest and insist on keeping up the lies.

I hate me
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Hate kills
Hate steals
Hate discriminates
Hate humiliates
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Taunting pain in my veins.
I can't hate. 
It will affect my heart rate.
It will mess with my mental state. 
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I just realized how the end of June has snuck up ….on me!
It's time again for a "showcase", which to YOU I give out free! !
So from my desk inkwell I pull out my Big Red Goose Quill …..
to compose a poem; I try to entertain you all.I hope this will.
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I Hate our world
I Hate that we have to live by social norms or else we are different
I Hate that being different is a bad thing
I Hate that our countries are being runned by liars
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I hate it when you wound my heart like a piercing dart
I hate it even more when you tear me apart

I hate it when you don’t speak a word
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I hate how I loved you,
I hate how I felt,
I hate everything you said,
That made my heart melt.
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