7 junio, 2024

19 poems of hate and rancor by classic and contemporary authors

Enjoy this selection of poems about hate, in which you can put yourself in the shoes of the authors who tried to express this feeling that they experienced towards people or situations in their lives.

Hate is a very common feeling, but as many authors have already written, it can be a poison, something that destroys the person who feels it more than the recipient. Furthermore, it can lead to revenge, which often leads to regret.

In the following poems you will be able to observe the ideas and thoughts that great authors have about hate. They express hatred towards life, towards oneself, towards humanity or towards other people.

Classic and Original Hate Poems

«Absence» (Jorge Luis Borges)

I shall raise the vast life

that even now is your mirror:

Every morning I will have to rebuild it.

since you walked away

how many places have become vain

and meaningless, the same

to lights in the day.

Afternoons that were a niche for your image,

music in which you always waited for me,

words of that time

I will have to break them with my hands.

In what hollow will I hide my soul

so that he does not see your absence

that like a terrible sun, without sunset,

shines final and merciless?

your absence surrounds me

like the rope to the throat,

the sea into which it sinks.

Feelings of sadness, anger and heartbreak are expressed.

«Goodbye» (Alfonsina Storni)

Things that die never come back to life

things that die never come back.

The glasses are broken and the glass that remains

it is dust forever and ever will be!

When the buds fall from the branch

twice in a row they won’t bloom…

The flowers cut off by the impious wind

they sell out forever, forever and ever!

The days that were, the days lost,

the inert days will no longer return!

How sad the hours that fell apart

under the wing of loneliness!

How sad the shadows, the disastrous shadows,

the shadows created by our wickedness!

Oh, things gone, things withered,

the celestial things that are like that!

Heart… be silent!… Cover yourself with sores!…

—of infected sores— cover yourself with evil!…

May everyone who arrives die when they touch you,

cursed heart that disturbs my eagerness!

Goodbye forever my sweeties all!

Farewell my joy full of goodness!

Oh, the dead things, the withered things,

the celestial things that never come back!…

The poet demonstrates feelings of rage of hatred for the fleeting nature of life and how each being is heading towards oblivion.

«I was not born to hate, without a doubt» (Rosalía de Castro)

I wasn’t born to hate, surely

nor am I born to love,

when love and hate have hurt

my heart in the same way.

Like the rock hidden by the moss

of some lonely stream at the foot,

motionless and forgotten, I would like

and live without loving or hating.

The poem talks about the damage caused by loving and hating.

«Sonnet to end a love» (Manuel Alcántara)

I have burned the handkerchief just in case

linen could be woven again.

Half the glass is left over from the wine

and more than midnight to the flat sky.

This had to happen. and the case

It’s that I’m always on the way

and while you were standing still, I didn’t see you and I didn’t

Love has never caught me by the way.

The story may come out

because what ends never ends,

that remains to live in memory.

Let go of the love that I have had for you

and it goes I don’t know where. Where was she.

Where it shouldn’t have come from.

In this case, poetry expresses the rejection of love.

“Later – I hate you with the hatred of the withered illusion” (Amado Nervo)

I hate you with the hate of withered illusion:

stand down! I have drunk your chalice, and therefore

my lips no longer know where to put their kiss;

my flesh, tormented with joy, dies gorged.

Sappho, Crisis, Aspasia, Magdalena, Aphrodite,

How much I wanted you were for my mischievous eagerness.

Where to find spasms, where to find excess

That to the point you don’t give me your damn perversion?

get away! painful shame invades me,

unspeakable blushes of evil, frank grudges,

seeing the fever tremble on your pink breasts.

I don’t want more than the lyre of your flanks to vibrate:

leave me alone and sad to cry for my glorious

dead virginities between your white thighs.

The writing talks about feelings of rejection, anger and disappointment for a lost love.

«Love and Hate» (Elizabeth Siddal)

Do not open your lips, fool,

do not turn your face towards me;

the fury of heaven will bring you down,

and then yes, yours will be my grace.

Erase your shadow from my path,

and do not waste vain prayers;

the wild wind can hint at them,

I will never beg you to stay with me.

Take away those false dark eyes,

do not delay them on my face;

I loved you with a great love, and now a great hate,

grimly, he takes his place.

All changes pass like a dream

I do not sing or pray;

you are from the tree the poison

that took my life away.

It is a poem dedicated to an ex-partner, expressing rejection and hatred.

«Oracle of hate» (Andrés Morales M.)

Bite into skulls, gobble up withered bread,

hoarse in the snub of the eye that watches you.

Burn the sea on fire, the broken humerus,

entangle your stillness Now she cries and cries.

The Fates, the Aeneids, the mothers who claim

they will open your bed of stones in death.

Nothing remains then in the brilliance, the anger,

eagles and ravens or hyenas at night:

Everything collapses on top of your dreams.

The poem manifests a clear message of hate and anger.

«Destruction» (Charles Baudelaire)

The devil by my side lurks in temptations;

like an impalpable air I feel it around me;

I breathe it in, I feel it burning my lungs

of a guilty desire with which, in vain, I persist.

Sometimes it takes the form, knowing that I love art,

of the most seductive of all women;

with pretexts and cravings that I don’t miss

accustom my lips to nefarious pleasures.

More and more, it takes me away from the sweet gaze

of God, leaving my soul panting, weary

in the middle of the black plains of boredom.

And puts before my eyes, full of confessions,

open wounds, terrifying visions…

destruction presides over this heart of mine.

The poet speaks of his sorrow for temptations and sins he has committed.

«Hate and love» (Juan Zorrilla de San Martín)

The soul longs for love: law is from heaven;

and yearns to hate: law of the land…

Hate and love, indefinable longing,

that, of the unhappy man, history contains.

Unhappy I am not, more than sleeplessness,

an illusion my well-being banishes.

Will I love my executioner? I’m afraid…

Hate my illusion… Ah! no I can not!

And she mercilessly killed my life;

it is part of my being that destroys it;

moans the soul in his arms dejected

and suffers in enjoying: suffering enjoys.

I can’t love that lied illusion,

if I abandon her, the heart sobs;

illusion: I will suffer your fatal love;

more knows that, by loving you, I hate you.

A poem that offers loving feelings that are rejected, and instead is hated.

«Hate love» (Roque Dalton García)

the moon died

I don’t believe in angels though.

The final cup takes place

before the thirst that I suffer.

The blue grass has been lost

fleeing after your sails.

the butterfly setting fire

its color was ash.

The early morning shoots

dew and mute birds.

nudity embarrasses me

and it hurts me as a child.

the heart without your hands

is my enemy chest.

The writer manifests words of rejection in the face of heartbreak.

«I had no time to hate» (Emily Dickinson)

I had no time to hate
because the grave would prevent me,
because I would not reach life
to quench that enmity.

I didn’t have time to love either
and even though you should try,
the small effort of love,
I thought, maybe it’s too much for me.

The author states that she has had reasons to hate, but true love is not possible with hate.

«Fire and Ice» (Robert Frost)

Some say the world will end in fire

others say that on ice.

For what I have tasted of desire,

I am with the supporters of the fire.

But if I had to succumb twice,

i think i know a lot about hate

as if to say that in the destruction the ice

it is also powerful.

And it would suffice.

He talks about the end of the world comparing fire with desire and ice with hate.

«I don’t love you» (Caroline Norton)

I do not love you! No! I do not love you!
However, I am sadness when you are absent;
And I even envy that above you lies the burning sky;
Whose quiet stars can rejoice to see you.

I do not love you! And I do not know why,
But everything you do seems fine to me
And often in my loneliness I watch
That those whom I love are not like you.

I do not love you! However, when you leave
I hate the sound (although those who speak are dear to me)
That breaks the prolonged echo of your voice,
Floating in circles above my ears.

I do not love you! However your captivating look,
With its deep, brilliant and expressive blue,
It stands between midnight and me,
More intense than anyone I’ve ever met.

I know I don’t love you! And that others will tear
The confidence of my sincere heart,
I barely perceive their figures in the future,
For my eyes are turned back.

The author seems to have been disappointed in love and says she does not love someone, although her feelings say otherwise. A love-hate contradiction.

original hate poems

«Recipient of Hate» (Juan Ortiz)

when he found out,

burned inside,

over there,

where Cain went and took the stone;

barely stepped on the gravel of those lands

it became a yellow animal with a dense name;

something black devoured itself in its center,

between the soul and the tongue,

did not hold back,

Open the door

and Abel fell sprawled.

The writing resorts to the classic biblical case of Cain and Abel. The poem indicates that each being has something of Cain that is activated and can harm anyone when hate is allowed to enter.

«Handicap of the soul» (Juan Ortiz)


at your table,

chew the hot bread

and slowly sip his fragrant coffee,

but they don’t taste or smell like anything.


next to the woman who claims to love,

the sun rises behind both of us,

birds fly by in flocks,

but he does not feel or see anything.

in his trade,

in front of the students

beautiful melodies rise up,

heavenly songs that shed tears in the surroundings,

but he does not listen or move at all.

Every second,

within himself,

there is a banquet of abysses and storms,

where he is the cousin plate

that is tied with fine threads

for a hatred that has been going on for a long time

in his soul he let slip.

The poem delves into how people who live hating distance themselves from the true pleasures of life.

«Hate and the sad man» (Juan Ortiz)

You have become a sad man

boredom Vessel,

tremble, grey, your cold soul,

Well, hate eats which birdseed.

After what love you gave him,

know, want, friendship,

nobility, modesty, goodness,

you went and meanly poisoned her,

you filled yourself with grudges

killing your humanity.

The author talks about how people’s souls get sick when hate is given place.

«God free us» (Juan Ortiz)

At what point did you sit in the rocking chair to watch life go by?

Since when did bloodlust rise up in them and crown their tongues with lies and curses?

Where were the God they name so much and the many doctrines they delve into to make their steps white?


Do they fit even more dead in their cemeteries?

Which is it…

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