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Why do we have to slaughter
our love in the gallows
of rudeness and indifference?

Why do we have
to chop off our love
with the sharp knives
of hate, anger and fear?

Why do we have to come
to these gallows
and slaughter our love?

Why do we have to proclaim
the death of our love?

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Bitter Blow of Love

Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
To weep at my enduring foe

Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love!

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Livin in Anger, Love, and Hate

Livin in anger
Anger that has no ending
Anger that has no fear
Anger that has no wants
Anger that has no needs
Anger that will keep comin
Anger that will keep hurtin
Anger that will keep killin
Livin in love
Love that lives forever
Love that everyone needs
Love that will surpass everything
Love lives inside
Love that will make your life easy
Love that will make your life hard
Love that is so pure
Love that is so hateful
Livin in hate
Hate that haunts and haunts
Hate that creeps and sneaks
Hate that makes the best out of situations
Hate that makes the worst out of situations
Hate that tells the truth
Hate that people hide
Hate that people express with words
Hate that can and cannot be controlled
Hate that runs the world
Hate that everyone has
Livin in Anger, Love, and Hate

poem by Terry Coates
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Death and I

When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.

A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.

My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.

When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –

Death and I so bound.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Anatomy of Love

Hate is love-
just standing upside-down.

Love and hate are not real opposites,
They are just the opposite sides
of the same coin.
Hate can become love very easily:
and love also can become hate
with the twinkle of an eye.

Hate is not very far from love,
Hate is just love in a disturbed state.
It is only a question of re-arranging
and hate is turned into love.

Love can become hate,
and hate can become love as well,
You hate a person
and you love the same person as well.
One moment you hate,
another moment you love-
love and hate are two sides
of the same coin.

Love and Fear are the real opposites,
Fear can never become love-
there is no way.
And love can never be fear,
there is no way.

Fear has to be dropped,
then love arises;
or love has to be forgotten,
then fear is there.

poem by Nazmul Haque
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I Hate to Love

I hate to love
as it gives pain
I hate to love
and be a loser ever again

I hate to love
as I treat lovers insane
I hate to love
as it is brittle as a cane

I hate to love
as it gives sorrow
I hate to love
it’s not like money that u can borrow

I hate to love
as it ends unhappily
When a partner goes away
and the other waits sadly

I hate to love
as it needs a pair
it’s like a game
in which everything is fair

I hate to love
when love is one-sided
If one flirts
the other lives parted

I hate to love
when someone plays a game
and the other unknowingly
comes under his tame

I hate to love
when it is false
in this case it has no effect
and no cause

I hate, I hate, I hate
I hate everything about love
b’coz hatred is the
extremity of love
This experience is
different in it’s feel
It’s gained only
after a strong zeal

If you Love to Hate
It means you are in Anger
But if you Hate to Love
it means you were someday a Betrayed Lover….

poem by Bineeta Kharga
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‘To the Slaughter-house’- A Cattle-song!

To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cows all go;
We gave men milk and butter, ghee;
They want our beef now;
We’ve no other go.

To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we oxen go;
We tilled their lands and milled oil-seeds;
They want our hide now;
We’ve no other go.

To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we sheep all go;
We grazed their meadows, eating grass;
They want our mutton now;
We’ve no other go.

To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cattle go;
We served mankind as God said so;
Selfish men want our flesh now;
We’ve no other go.

To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we animals go;
Jostled, huddled, unfed, crowded;
Men want our lives now;
This is our last ride, we all know;
We’ve no other go.

poem by John Celes
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Love

I am so in love
In love with Joy
In love with happiness
In love with anger
In love with frustration
In love with Tears
In love with Me.

I love love
love is fruitful
Love is Kind
Love is Motivating
Love is Comforting
Love is love

I hate Love
Love is painful
Love is heartbreaking
Love is deadly
Love is poisonous
Love is Evil

Hey stop it
Love is like what
I don't know
All I know is Love is Love
so say all you want
But I know Love is
and I love love
I love me & you

poem by Sheikh Hina Yasmeen
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The basement is fear.

Love is fear; so is anger.
Fear to lose that you love
And fear to get that you hate
Manifest as love and anger.
Tears are outlet of anger.
Joys are outlet of love.
The basement is fear.
08.06.2011

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Basement Is Fear

Love is fear; so is anger.
Fear to lose that you love
And fear to get that you hate
Manifests as love and anger.
Tears are outlet of anger.
Joys are outlet of love.
The basement is fear.

(08.06.2011)

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Synergy of Love

'Were you honed from poetry? '
I asked your saddened smile.
For it seems to tell a longing tale -
One of words in oratory
That speaks in languid metaphors
From lips of mind in deep despair
And solitude from inner wars
That over time has rendered life so frail.

'Were you carved from doleful prose? '
I sought to ask your gaze,
For a pain lies deep within your eyes -
One of barren territory
Where no fair heart could ever drift
And hope to venture back content
With grateful memories in a gift -
A land of your affectional demise.

'Do I hear a mournful hum? '
I wondered of your cry,
For it sings a song of deep lament -
One of quiet soliloquy
Recited on deserted strands
To waves that have no sense of song
And only wish to fight the sands -
A chant that cites emotional descent.

Do you know your face portrays
The colours of your soul?
It tells me at a single glance
Of how you burned your furnace whole
To stay the fire in our romance.

And see the prismic hues they bore!
I cherished all I ever saw:
Mauve of mystic; browns of rustic;
Reddened tones to match your blush;
Marine of passion, spending out your being,
Leaving you for ashen embers, fleeing
The dying light in hush of night.
And how you lay there empty.

So let me help re-grow the flowers
Once erect in fiery showers!
For now I've seen what love can do
When torn asunder - oh my catastrophic blunder!

But we must realise -
Our flaming want is meant to be!
We are the ocean and the sea;
The earth and moon; the sturdy tree:
All that makes the 'You and Me.'
And this is why I ache.
I wish to start again with thee,
In close and gripping
Synergy of love.

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A Fresh Endeavour

So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.

I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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It's Death Again

It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'

The Reign of Death

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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What is to Love?

to love is to hate,
to hate is to anger,
im lost in myself,
never feeling love,
never feeling hate,
never feeling anger,
i lost my pride to love,
i rejected love,
now its back to taunt me,
you're here by my side,
but not quite,
i muted your love,
i dunt know why,
love brings hope,
hope brings me up,
I love love even though love doesn't love my love,
love is easy to see at a view,
and is hard when looking through a dirty window when your face to face with it,
they say love is forever,
but i never knew that,
im not the one breaking hearts and closing chances,
its uncontainable just like my love for you,

poem by Andrew William
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Rather Hate You Than Love You

I would rather hate you than love you
Because there are some things that I can’t go through
I would rather hate you than love you
Because I know I can’t stand it if you turn up not being you

I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of spending days and nights crying over you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of wondering where you are and what you do

I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of thinking if you feel the same about me as I about you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of questioning you and whether your love is true

I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of seeing you smile for another as if I meant nothing to you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of making plans for an Us without a U

I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of torturing myself for feeling the way that I do
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of counting the days until I again see you

I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of hating every woman because they cannot be you
I would rather hate you than love you
If I could have everyone but could not have you

poem by Stephen Dantes
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Her...

I can never get my mind off her,
I wonder if she'd mind if i'd,
make her my own,
and never let her go,
hug her tight,
treat her right,
act all polite,
take her on a date,
make sure i'm never late,
kiss her on her lips,
talk about our kids,
Make her feel like princess,
living in a castle,
hope that is not too much hassle,
But i am so blessed,
hope i can be the best,
hold you tight,
have your BR3A$t,
on my chest,
pass the test,
NOW YOUR MINE!

sorry for word spamming: (

poem by Jordan Moore
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Death’s Too Near

Death, you’re standing rather near!
Don’t you understand the fear
You trigger deep within my soul–?
The terror sprung by such a ghoul
Of dark and hideous hue!

Now you’re rattling on my door!
I’m sure I threw you out before –
Methinks you really need to learn!
So leg it please and ne’er return
To haunt me ‘gain, now shoo!

Gain a sense of social pride, and
Keep your bearing far and wide –
Perform the deed when I am done –
Be free and loose to have your fun
When I’m too frail to turn and run,
But now I’ve living to do!

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I Love I Hate

I love, loveing
I hate, hateing
I love going
I hate waiting

I hate depression
I love joys
I hate most girls
I love most boys

I love my friends
I hate my life
I love people
I hate the strife

I hate work
I love cake
I hate crisco
I love to bake

I love rollercoasters
I hate horror stuff
I love the night
I hate it when life is rough

I hate myself
I love nice things
I hate jerks
I love opal rings

poem by Clare McCarthy
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RCLH - 2 # [‘Random Couplets On Love And Hate]

RCLH - 2 # [‘Random Couplets On Love And Hate]
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[continued from last post 29.08.09.]

Love is befitting,
Hate is misfitting.

Love opens,
Hate closes.

Love is dynamic,
Hate is inertic.

Love is licit,
Hate is illicit.

Love is optimism,
Hate is pessimism. [6]

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Love insures positivism,
Hate multiplies nihilism.

Love megalizes,
Hate minimizes.

Love is hyperaesthesia,
Hate is anesthesia.

Love is universalization,
Hate is personalization.

Love is liberal,
Hate is critical. [7]

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Love lengthens,
Hate shortens.

Love brings near,
Hate pushes far.

Love is soothing,
Hate is scorching.

Love is elation,
Hate is dejection.

Love gains,
Hate drains. [8]

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Love is winner,
Hate is looser.

Love is accepting,
Hate is denying.

Love is filling,
Hate is emptying.

Love praises,
Hate humiliates.

Love is energy,
Hate is lethargy. [9]

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Love is natural,
Hate is artificial.

Love re-generates,
Hate degenerates.

Love is docility,
Hate is hostility.

Love multiplies,
Hate divides.

Love is sharing,
Hate is depriving. [10]

to be continued...

poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Disingenuousness

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

The March of Death

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Punishment

There never really was a place of sanctity
For you, the mortal entity.
You thought you had prosperity,
The while you thrived and were.

Angels don't exist, you see.
You lived without a guarantee
Atop your brutal Earth.
Still, you had a birth.

And whither now, your crying whim -?
Answered by a tearing limb-?
Are you contrite; your valour slim?

And will He care...?

'Tis down to Him.

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Death has come, has death Death has come, has death

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Bitter Blow of Love

Livin in Anger, Love, and Hate

Death and I

The Anatomy of Love

I Hate to Love

‘To the Slaughter-house’- A Cattle-song!

Love

The basement is fear.

The Basement Is Fear

Synergy of Love

A Fresh Endeavour

It's Death Again

What is to Love?

Rather Hate You Than Love You

Her...

Death’s Too Near

I Love I Hate

RCLH - 2 # [‘Random Couplets On Love And Hate]

Disingenuousness

Punishment

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