We have, as always, three of our own original hate poems here. But First we want to share with you, the 10 Things I Hate about You” poem, because we love it. It’s from the excellent film 10 Things I Hate about You. The poem in the video below is read by Julia Stiles.
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stareI hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me ryhmeI hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cryI hate the way you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
“I hate you truly. Truly I do.”
—Julie Sheehan
Hate Poem
by Deserted
Wishes and wants;
an apartheid that pulls at me —
two parts of my soul
stretching out across a divide;
dry, bitter words —
I hate you,
I hate you,
I hate you.
Every little spit
that falls upon the page
is drivel
inflicted on others
that loses its way
toward an armageddon,
the one you expected.
Do haters really hate you;
or do they only hate your reflection
as its what they want to be?
The Love Hate Poem
by Shunned
Why?
I ask you each day
you look at me,
your face a harsh stone mystery.
Why?
I reach out to touch you, sighing,
I let my fingers fall across
the harsh features —
I try to soften them
to bring life to them.
But before I can reach you,
you raise a hand
and it goes across my face.
There’s blood in my mouth
but the pain in my heart is worse;
a stomach tight with tension
and torn in two.
I’ll spit blood for you,
that’s what you do to me;
I’ll huddle on the ground,
a small ball of tears —
my world, a womb of pain
from which I can’t be born.
Just tell me why I am
the wellspring of your hate?
The Love and Hate Poem
by Rectified
He hated his job;
he hated the wet city streets;
he hated the crowded bus
full of sweat and bad breath.
Yet when he returned home each day
and saw his wife there
holding their small child
it had an effect on him stronger
than any potent drug could have ever had.
A feeling of warmth
starting in his heart
would overflow until eventually
it would reach all the way to his toes
and to the tips of his ear lobes.
She’d reach out and touch him
gently on the arm, with a smile;
he’d melt at once and know
he could take another day.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness:
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate:
only love can do that.
― Martin Luther King Jr.
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