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I Had No Time To Hate, Because - Poem by Emily Dickinson

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

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Hate Poems
  1. 1. I Had No Time To Hate, Because
    Emily Dickinson
  2. 2. Hate
    Robert William Service
  3. 3. Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop
    Henry David Thoreau
  4. 4. Hate
    James Stephens
  5. 5. Sonnet 142: Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear..
    William Shakespeare
  6. 6. Poem (Hate Is Only One Of Many Responses)
    Frank O'Hara
  7. 7. All I Know Is I Hate It
    Dan Brown
  8. 8. Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; ..
    William Shakespeare
  9. 9. The Fate Of Hate Is Hate
    Dr.Rajendra Tela,Nirantar
  10. 10. 56 - I Hate Myself For Hurting You
    nicola burkett
  11. 11. The Day I Hate Rice
    Maria Sudibyo
  12. 12. I Hate Sluts
    Chrissy Simmons
  13. 13. Sonnet Xlviii: Cupid, I Hate Thee
    Michael Drayton
  14. 14. I Hate You
    Mahfooz Ali
  15. 15. I Hate...
    Dama Tristeza
  16. 16. Hate
    Stay out of my life
  17. 17. Summer’s Heat, Summer’s Hate
    Geraldine Fernandez
  18. 18. Love And Hate
    Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
  19. 19. A Love To Hate
    Lawrence S. Pertillar
  20. 20. I Love Kurt Cobain And Hate Toby Keith
    Uriah Hamilton
  21. 21. A Love Hate Relationship
    victoria martinez
  22. 22. I Hate You. But I Love You
    Scarred Unknown
  23. 23. Love/Hate
    The Broken Poet
  24. 24. I Hate That I Don'T Hate You
    Jordyn Heal
  25. 25. Hate Myself
    Tears of sorrow ...
  26. 26. You'Ll Hate Me
    Aldo Kraas
  27. 27. I Don'T Want Hate
    Aldo Kraas
  28. 28. A Hate To Hate
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  29. 29. Hate Is What I Hate
    Dr.Rajendra Tela,Nirantar
  30. 30. You Cannot Hate Hate Until You Love Love
    Denis Martindale
  31. 31. Hate A Hate
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  32. 32. As You Hate Yourself, Hate Your Neighbor
    Chuy Amante
  33. 33. Love - Hate Relationship
    Eman Elbadawi
  34. 34. No Hate With Hate
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  35. 35. 0226 Self-Hate, Self-Love
    Michael Shepherd
  36. 36. Hate - Mate
    Herbert Nehrlich
  37. 37. Seeds Of Hate
    Sandra Osborne
  38. 38. Hate
    Sandra Osborne
  39. 39. Hate
    James Grengs
  40. 40. I Began To Hate
    Lovina Sylvia Chidi
  41. 41. Mad To Love, Mad To Hate
    s./j. goldner
  42. 42. Hate Has An Evil Face
    Faith Elizabeth Brigham
  43. 43. Hate Not Your Brother
    Faith Elizabeth Brigham
  44. 44. Love And Hate...
    hazem al jaber
  45. 45. Why I Hate Poemhunter's Googly Ads
    Michael Shepherd
  46. 46. I Hate Myself
    Mahfooz Ali
  47. 47. Hate
    Marvin Brato Sr
  48. 48. Hate Mail
    Bill Grace
  49. 49. Hate Consumes The World Today
    Luke Easter
  50. 50. I Want To Know What Hate Is
    Aldo Kraas

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  5. I Hate, Liam Carey
  6. Late, danijela micic
  7. Love Gave Hell A Run.., Willio Etienne
  8. Suicide, Bunny Boo Vana
  9. Just Hate, hayden hernandez
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Hate Poems

  1. Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop

    Let such pure hate still underprop Our love, that we may be Each other's conscience, And have our sympathy Mainly from thence. We'll one another treat like gods, And all the faith we have In virtue and in truth, bestow On either, and suspicion leave To gods below. Two solitary stars-- Unmeasured systems far Between us roll; But by our conscious light we are Determined to one pole. What need confound the sphere?-- Love can afford to wait; For it no hour's too late That witnesseth one duty's end, Or to another doth beginning lend. It will subserve no use, More than the tints of flowers; Only the independent guest Frequents its bowers, Inherits its bequest. No speech, though kind, has it; But kinder silence doles Unto its mates; By night consoles, By day congratulates. What saith the tongue to tongue? What hearest ear of ear? By the decrees of fate From year to year, Does it communicate. Pathless the gulf of feeling yawns; No trivial bridge of words, Or arch of boldest span, Can leap the moat that girds The sincere man. No show of bolts and bars Can keep the foeman out, Or 'scape his secret mine, Who entered with the doubt That drew the line. No warder at the gate Can let the friendly in; But, like the sun, o'er all He will the castle win, And shine along the wall. There's nothing in the world I know That can escape from love, For every depth it goes below, And every height above. It waits, as waits the sky, Until the clouds go by, Yet shines serenely on With an eternal day, Alike when they are gone, And when they stay. Implacable is Love-- Foes may be bought or teased From their hostile intent, But he goes unappeased Who is on kindness bent.

  2. Hate

    I had a bitter enemy, His heart to hate he gave, And when I died he swore that he Would dance upon my grave; That he would leap and laugh because A livid corpse was I, And that's the reason why I was In no great haste to die. And then - such is the quirk of fate, One day with joy I read, Despite his vitalizing hate My enemy was dead. Maybe the poison in his heart Had helped to haste his doom: He was not spared till I depart To spit upon my tomb. The other day I chanced to go To where he lies alone. 'Tis easy to forgive a foe When he is dead and gone. . . . Poor devil! Now his day is done, (Though bright it was and brave,) Yet I am happy there is none To dance upon my grave.

  3. Sonnet 142: Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate

    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 sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine, Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents. Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov'st 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!

  4. Hate

    My enemy came nigh, And I Stared fiercely in his face. My lips went writhing back in a grimace, And stern I watched him with a narrow eye. Then, as I turned away, my enemy, That bitter heart and savage, said to me: "Some day, when this is past, When all the arrows that we have are cast, We may ask one another why we hate, And fail to find a story to relate. It may seem then to us a mystery That we should hate each other." Thus said he, And did not turn away, Waiting to hear what I might have to say, But I fled quickly, fearing had I stayed I might have kissed him as I would a maid.