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“There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate”—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
An amalgamation of the feelings of love and hate is what is meant by Love Hate Poems. Love Hate Poems reveal your dual emotions of love and hate. The in-depth feelings of your heart are expressed through the composition of Love Hate Poems. In fact, these Love Hate Poems are apt to vent out the reasons of loving as well as hating a person. |
This is more suitable to those lovers who have fallen in love and then broken of. It is too sad to find these kinds of relationships, but it is true. Express your deep sentiments of love and hatred or envy or jealousy through these Love Hate Poems. You can even read these poems:
Love is my Sin
By William Shakespeare
Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O, but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied!
Fragments of Love and Hate
By Dena L Moore
His hands touch me
Like ice, like fire, one and the same…
They linger on ripe valleys,
Virgin Plains…
His eyes touch me
In a way that steals pieces of me,
Bits and pieces of me,
They are lost still.
His mouth touches me
There, in the valley…
There amongst the hills,
Drifting lower…
Murmuring against the Virgin Plains…
How beautiful! How enchanting…
Such a beautiful little girl,
So sweet.
And those pieces, they are lost--
Will they ever be found again?
Will they come to me if I call?
Will they flow back into my being
And make me whole?
And who will understand the mix
Of pleasure and pain, love and hate,
Reverence and disgust?
Who will protect me now?
The answer is always the same…
No one…there is no one for you,
None who could understand…
None who could bring back those pieces that are lost.
Fragments of love and hate still remain.
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