Poems about Hate poems

I hate the way you look at meI hate the way you careI hate the way you kiss me I even hate your hairI hate things you sayI hate the way you dressI hate the way you smileI hate the way you stre

my tears are flowing like a rain, when am trying to catch that love train, my feet fails to move as they feel pain, through the bad memories existing in my brain.I remember my life's suffering,

I hate the way you make me cryTying knots around meForever binding me to thisFeeling of hollownessI hate the way your screamsEcho inside me constantly blinding meDeafening my sense of certainty

You make me weak.You make me feel dirty and sick.You make me crazy, You make me cry quick.I hate you with a passion, I cannot explain.You make my heart throb with evil, Because you are so vain

if you hate someonethen they will winkeep on hurting youover and over againhate is a chainupon your soulcontrolled by themthey wont let goif you forgive someonethen you will be freefree fr

I hate the way you look at me, And the way you stand and stare, I hate how you have a lame excuse, For almost never being there. I hate it when you always drink, And always raise your voice, I h

I want to know what hate isI want you to show meI want to know what hate isI want you to tell me Even if it breaks my heartAuthor: Aldo Kraas

You run through my life...and took me away from my world...to yours, unknown world...enjoyed with my feelings as well...and make my heart to gave up for you...and kept it to sail into your love..

I have so much hateBoiled insideI want to run awayAnd scream and hideI want to throw away schoolThrow away homeGet a new house And live on my ownGet away from everythingGet away from my hom

whom i love strongly is you...whom i hate strongly too is you...whom i need strongly is you...who i refuse is also you...never to be my beloved...the first whom taught me a love is you...the f

In your heart and in your bedShe lives where I most wannabeShames all the good and bad times with youThat I have always longed to sharesShe has it allMy manMy lifeMy dreamsThat is whyI hate h

The day I hate riceIs several rare day in a yearWhen I don't eat riceI don't want to eat riceI don't want to see itBecause I hate its tasteAnd I hate to think about itIf I have the day I hate r