Hate Poems
In Spite Of War
by Angela Morgan
In spite of war, in spite of death,
In spite of all man's sufferings,
Something within me laughs and sings
And I must praise with all my breath.
In spite of war, in spite of hate
Lilacs are blooming at my gate,
Tulips are tripping down the path
In spite of war, in spite of wrath.
"Courage!" the morning-glory saith;
"Rejoice!" the daisy murmureth,
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Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell
by Henry David Thoreau
Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My dear friend, I love thee still.
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Meditations In Time Of Civil War
by William Butler Yeats
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Ancestral Houses
SURELY among a rich man s flowering lawns,
Amid the rustle of his planted hills,
Life overflows without ambitious pains;
And rains down life until the basin spills,
And mounts more dizzy high the more it rains
As though to choose whatever shape it wills
And never stoop to a mechanical
Or servile shape, at others' beck and call.
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In Salutation To The Eternal Peace
by Sarojini Naidu
Men say the world is full of fear and hate,
And all life's ripening harvest-fields await
The restless sickle of relentless fate.
But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born,
When from the climbing terraces of corn
I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn.
What care I for the world's desire and pride,
Who know the silver wings that gleam and glide,
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A Prayer For My Daughter
by William Butler Yeats
ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
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The Knight (Final Pt.)
by Arjun Rohilla
Now, after being reborn,
the knight wished for only one thing—
to meet the princess again.
In the heat of his hatred,
he challenged the prince
to a duel.
The outcome was already carved in fate;
there was no chance the prince
could stand against the knight.
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The Knight (Pt. 2)
by Arjun Rohilla
Out of the ashes of the knight,
a creature forged in hatred was born—
a being carved from the knight’s
regret, sorrow, love, and rage.
He rose to rewrite destiny,
to bend the threads of fate,
born from a single burning thought:
to win the heart of the princess.
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The Knight
by Arjun Rohilla
Knight was born to protect the princess,
yet now he lies in silence.
He died not because he failed his duty,
but because, instead of guarding her,
he fell in love with her.
And so he paid the price—
a heart set aflame long before
the pyre of his funeral.
As his ashes rose with the smoke,
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Untold Numbers
by Joe Cyr
Untold numbers of trusting innocents died that 9/11 day;
untold others scarred for life by the ghastly news display.
We mourn useless loss of life by a nation that strives to be
all things to all people, sharing its endowed liberty.
The hostile youth who committed this criminal atrocity
in religion's name against a perceived abject society
were victims, too, of leaders
warping young minds of compatriots
with promises of maiden'd paradise to "useful idiots."
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