I don't think I have ever hated anyone, but I have certainly disliked a few. Hate conjures up such powerful imagery of violence for me Dawn, I can barely utter the word. Of course your poem focuses on the damage inflicted and it is terrifying.
Although you've adopted a very straightforward approach here, with a child-like innocence, I feel that there is always love at the heart of hate. It's a paradox, but it is the love of one's own self or for something that you don't have, that drives one to be jealous of another and hate them for being better; it is love for one's own country that drives him to violence and war. You can't eradicate hate unless you eradicate love and all other emotions (ps the Buddhists aspire to free themselves of hate and other wordly attachments, even love. But this very desire to reach a state with no desires is ironical in itself.)
I think hate makes us human. We're but flawed little children, driven by love. :))
I certainly agree with your observation on hatred and how it has corroded so many aspects of humanity.
However, love rules.
Love will save the day.
The very existence of the world is dependent on love.
If it weren't for love the moon, sun and stars would constantly bombard us with radio-active comets and debris on a regular base; and we would not enjoy summer for what it is, neither would we wonderously stargaze and be amazed.
Once we realise how nature herself is a true reflection of love, and that we humans are The Creator's love perfectly manifested and personified, we'd be humbled and treat our fellow creation with consideration and respect, the offsprings of love.
Can hatred make poets, throughout the ages, be inspired by beautiful Dawn?
This is a very straightforward powerful poem. A poetic theme here is universal and resonates with many readers I would think. You may want to expand on your theme a bit more as there is so much more to say. Sometimes making a theme small with personal examples can help. Also, you might want to explain how it seeps into our senses - how it tastes, how it smells - just a suggestion. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and I look forward to reading more of your work.
You’ve spoken truth dear Dawn. Hatred is destructive and self-destructive. It is a ‘de-evolutionary’ force. Your verses eloquently tell us all the ways it implodes and explodes us. The last line of your poem says it all. Thank you for this important message.
I totally get what you are saying, Dawn, but I hate my dead, b*****d father with a vengeance, it keeps me alive, there was no love, so if you take away the hate, that leaves f**k all,
An accurate study of hatred here, and I agree fully with the sentiments expressed. Hatred is certainly a scourge. Interesting way you’ve put your feelings about it in a poem.
I don't know the reason for it, but hate seems to be having quite an inning at this time. I don't know about the UK, but in the US it often expresses itself in gun violence. All of the characteristics cited in the poem are accurate, but the wish stated in the last line, while admirable, does not seem close to achievement at this time. When enough people truly want it to be eradicated, then it will be done.
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Truth is John, you are stop on right. I was wishing on a dream with the last point of wanting to era.. read moreTruth is John, you are stop on right. I was wishing on a dream with the last point of wanting to eradicate it forever. I am like you. Don't think it will happen at all for a long time even. But wanted to end on at least a bit of a postive note. For such a bad subject and such vile emotion. Cheers John. Dawn.
hate is such a strong word to use. To me hate is just another word of Jealousy. I could never hate anyone, i get angry but I don't hate. nicely done and said
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Thansk Kitseth, interesting point about the jealousy never thought of that one. Dawn.
I don't think I have ever hated anyone, but I have certainly disliked a few. Hate conjures up such powerful imagery of violence for me Dawn, I can barely utter the word. Of course your poem focuses on the damage inflicted and it is terrifying.