Hate is a deep feeling. It can spring up in a person if they are neglected, mistreated, or abused for long periods of time. Hate can turn us against someone. It can cause us to deny them forgiveness. It shouldn't be allowed to well up in a heart without good reason, because it is almost impossible to erase. If you hate someone, or you simply hate their actions, remember that hatred doesn't heal hatred. Only love can do that. We can become better people by refusing to become the things we hate.
I heard the footsteps coming and I knew this would be another long night,
And something inside me screamed this time it really isn't right.
The words he was saying were ruthless and cruel,
And each time he hit me, I sat there and obeyed each and every rule.
As I read your poem, I can't come up with words to explain how good it is. I was 4-5 years old when my father forced himself on me the first time. I was so scared because my mom was in jail...
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If this is who you really are, then I want you far...
If this is what a father is, then I never want one...
You abandon me in my time of need,
Left me with nothing to eat...
I too hate my dad. My dad abandoned my family many years ago. I don't want his love. He came back home a year ago promising us a good life, but he lied. He often beats my mum, which I can't...
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To have your last name
makes me ill.
You make me so angry
I want to kill!
I'm so glad I was able to find my poem again after so long. Thank you for everyone's kind words. In 2012, my maternal older brother paid for my father’s bus ticket to spend a week where I...
During my childhood I was badly abused
and as I grew older, I became the accused.
The beating I took came straight from dad,
Hi, my name is Lisa. This poem really touched my heart in more ways than I'm even able to say. It brought back so many bad memories that I have tucked away for a long time. Sometimes I wonder...
She looked up to you.
I did to.
I told her you were a good role model.
Over and over I did.
I'm so sorry that your brother betrayed your trust like that. I love my brother so much and could never imagine something like that happening to me. But I do know what it's like to be...
I HATE being patient, but I've got more of it than anyone else I know.
I HATE having to put myself aside for something else,
but I care enough to do it.
I find myself filled with a lot of that lately...this...hate...
When I was little my parents got divorced. Then from there my brother and sister began to fight with each other. Then with my dad, too. I hated it. What they did. Then my brother died. He was...
If Love is a dream,
then I shall always dream.
If Love is an earthquake,
then let it shake me.
The conflict between love and hate is beautifully brought out. It is said that love and hate are like the two sides of a coin which remain so close to each other. This reminds me of the poems...
The words flow out,
My blood on a page
I'll just sit here,
Drowning in rage.
I hate the lies
I hate the tears
I hate the screaming
I hate my past
I hate what you did
I hate you.
I looked for a word to say,
but could not find one that day.
I wished for a word that would stay in your heart,
Exactly where I am. I hate and love him so deeply at the same time. It's killing me that he shows no remorse for hurting me. He refuses to acknowledge or even try to rectify my pain. It hurts...
The burning hate,
so severe, everlasting,
the hate you take every day,
that you absorb,
I am very touched by this poem . I have favored it and I will show it to others if asked about depression. Thank you!
Of all the emotions a person can feel,
Love is scariest and hardest to heal.
Excitement and mystery impossible to resist.
Promises of magic perpetually persist.
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It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Why aren't I thin, pretty, or tall?
Why don't you show the perfect me?
The one that everyone pretends to be.
The things you did to me
Took away what made me free.
I was a prisoner to you, locked in a chain.
You played me, like a puzzle piece in a game.
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