Hate Poems
Eloisa To Abelard
by Alexander Pope
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?
Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?
Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?
Yet, yet I love!--From Abelard it came,
And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
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We Refugees
by Benjamin Zephaniah
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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Love And Hate
by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one,
Nor turn to me thy face;
The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down
Ere I will give thee grace.
Take thou thy shadow from my path,
Nor turn to me and pray;
The wild wild winds thy dirge may sing
Ere I will bid thee stay.
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In School-Days
by John Greenleaf Whittier
Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sleeping;
Around it still the sumachs grow,
And blackberry-vines are creeping.
Within, the master's desk is seen,
Deep-scarred by raps official;
The warping floor, the battered seats,
The jack-knife's carved initial;
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The Victims
by Sharon Olds
When Mother divorced you, we were glad. She took it and
took it in silence, all those years and then
kicked you out, suddenly, and her
kids loved it. Then you were fired, and we
grinned inside, the way people grinned when
Nixon's helicopter lifted off the South
Lawn for the last time. We were tickled
to think of your office taken away,
your secretaries taken away,
your lunches with three double bourbons,
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Assault Weapons are for War
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Why this inhumane suffering
A constant tale of slaughtering
Innocents who die
Forever in the earth to lie.
Do we need to see far more
All that suffering and gore
Lives of children cut so short
Simple targets used for sport.
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Covering snow
by Moe Moon
This snow will cover you no more
I will wait for the sun to rise
melt the snow and weaken its size
To show everyone what’s beneath
my crystals will fall but you will with me
everyone will see the disaster under it
These icy blizzards will turn to skifts
Of water to wash over your sins
Emotional Parasites
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Where fair feelings are not free
You feel caged,
Emotions keep swirling on, around
With pressure of stresses
That invade you
Inside
Day by day;
Berserk like a drunken stallion
Passion on the other side
Goes astray
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Glimpse of Actuality
by J R
In a small room, in the afternoon, as you close the door.
An open window, casts its bright vibrant shadows, onto the soft carpeted floor.
In the plight, of the night, As you stroll the streets of New Paltz.
A small Bombay cat, shines its blackened furry silhouette, onto the stark smothered asphalt.
You take for granted the complexity, of the objective subjectivity, You beg and plead, that you need, more due to its simplicity.
The beauty of duality, though an illusion it is truly. Open your eyes, pray the divine, take mercy on ur piety.
I hate you.
by Jazmin Houghtaling
I hate you.
I hate your perfect teeth,
And the way you smile so brightly.
I hate the way you part your hair,
And how it falls to your shoulders so nicely.
I hate the way you look at me,
When your eyes lighten up
and I can tell you're happy.
I hate how you say my name,
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