When seduction turns into brutal crime,
Love becomes a nightmare, time stands still.
Passion consumed by rage,
A fatal attraction, a killer’s thrill.
The object of desire, now turned to prey,
Their innocence lost, their life on display.
The hunter’s gaze, cold and unyielding,
A darkness within, forever concealing.
The fatal attraction, a twisted bond,
A love that knows no bounds, beyond.
The victim’s plea, unanswered and unheard,
Their fate sealed, their final word.
In this twisted tale of love and hate,
Passion consumes, leaving nothing but waste.
A fatal attraction, a love so deep,
It drives one mad, asleep or awake.
Beware the one whose love burns bright,
For in their eyes, there may lurk a night.
A fatal attraction, a love so blind,
It leaves a trail of sorrow and pain behind.
If you find yourself caught in this snare,
Flee before it’s too late, take care.
For the fatal attraction, once it takes hold,
Will consume your soul, leaving you cold.
Tag: hate
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Fatal Attraction
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Life is life
Life is life, and what is more
Than life? A little song
Of joy or sorrow, more
Or less, a little day
Of sun or shade, of play
Or work, of love or hate,
Of laughter or of tears,
A little space between
The cradle and the grave.
Life is life, and what is less
Than life? A little dream
Of beauty, or of bliss,
A little hope, a gleam
Of sunshine on a cloud,
A little starlight thrown
Across the shadows deep,
A little joy unknown,
A little grief unwept.
Life is life, and what is best
Than life? A little love
That fills the heart above
With joy, and makes it move
With strength and purity,
And makes it live and be
A little light of God
In the great darkness here.
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What Goes Around
What you do to others,
Will come back to you.
So be kind and generous,
And always do what’s true.If you spread hate and anger,
You’ll reap the same in kind.
But if you sow love and compassion,
You’ll find your heart will find.What goes around comes around,
So be mindful of your deeds.
For the universe has a way,
Of balancing all the creeds.So choose to be the change you want to see,
And make the world a better place.
For what goes around comes around,
And that’s a fact of life, my dear.
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The Fire That Blazes Within
They don’t see the light in me,
A hidden star that glows.
They scorn and hate, but they can,t dim
The beauty in my soul. A star of hope sleeps in my heart,
It grows with every sneer.
It beams within, a radiant force,
That chases away my fear. It waits to shine,
to show the world Its joy and grace and might. And when it does, they’ll see the truth,
The star and the light.
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Manipur’s Bleeding Heart
Bloodstains mark the soil of Manipur,
Violence reigns in its wake,
Tears fall from mothers’ eyes,
As loved ones perish in hate.
Guns echo through the hills,
Silencing peaceful thrills,
Broken dreams and shattered hopes,
Haunt the hearts of Manipur’s folks.
Anger simmers in veins,
Despair grips every train,
Youth stand against oppression,
Demanding justice’s reflection.
Peace must return to these lands,
End the cycle of strife,
Healing begins with understanding,
Love conquers hate’s vice-like grip.
May the wounded find solace,
May the lost be rediscovered grace,
May Manipur rise again,
Stronger than before.
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The Only Ones
Na bhoot na bhagwan, only humans reign,
On this earth, they hold the main domain.
From every corner, they come in different hues,
But their hearts beat the same, with love and blues.They build and destroy, create and innovate,
Their emotions range from love to hate.
The world is theirs to keep or lose,
For only humans have the power to choose.
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The Ultimate Game
Lose all you can in this life,
It’s a game that cuts like a knife.
Wealth and fame, love and hate,
All are fleeting, don’t hesitate.The ultimate game we all play,
Win or lose, we must obey.
Life’s a journey, not a destination,
Cherish the moments, with elation.Live each day as if it’s your last,
Forget the future, forget the past.
Lose all you can in this life,
And leave behind the pain and strife.
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The Power of Forgiveness
Forgiveness is such a simple term,
Yet its power can make hearts affirm.
It takes strength to let go of the pain,
But in doing so, we have so much to gain.
When someone wrongs us, it’s hard to forget,
But holding onto anger will only bring regret.
Forgiving doesn’t mean we condone the deed,
It means we choose to move forward and succeed.
The weight of resentment can be so heavy,
But forgiveness can make our burdens less hefty.
We free ourselves from the chains of hate,
And open our hearts to a brighter fate.
Letting go of grudges may not be easy,
But it’s worth it to live life more breezy.
Forgiveness is a gift that we give ourselves,
A way to heal our wounds and improve our health.anger, Brighter Fate, Chains, Forgiveness, freedom, gift, grudges, hate, Heal Wounds, Move Forward, Open Hearts, pain, poem, poems, Poetry, power, regret, Resentment, strength
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The Power of Forgiveness
Forgiveness is such a simple term,
Yet its power can make hearts affirm.
It takes strength to let go of the pain,
But in doing so, we have so much to gain.
When someone wrongs us, it’s hard to forget,
But holding onto anger will only bring regret.
Forgiving doesn’t mean we condone the deed,
It means we choose to move forward and succeed.
The weight of resentment can be so heavy,
But forgiveness can make our burdens less hefty.
We free ourselves from the chains of hate,
And open our hearts to a brighter fate.
Letting go of grudges may not be easy,
But it’s worth it to live life more breezy.
Forgiveness is a gift that we give ourselves,
A way to heal our wounds and improve our health.anger, Brighter Fate, Chains, Forgiveness, freedom, gift, grudges, hate, Heal Wounds, Move Forward, Open Hearts, pain, poem, poems, Poetry, power, regret, Resentment, strength
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Return Hate with Love
When hate comes knocking at our door,
And anger fills our heart.
We have a choice to make for sure,
To let it tear us apart.But hate is not the answer,
To the pain that we endure.
For only love can conquer,
And make our hearts feel pure.Return hate with love,
And let forgiveness be our guide.
For it’s the only way to rise above,
And let compassion be our pride.Let us be the light in the darkness,
And the calm in the raging storm.
Let us be the voice of kindness,
And let love be our uniform.Return hate with love,
And let empathy be our shield.
For it’s the only way to rise above,
And let wounds be finally healed.Let us break down the walls of hate,
And let our hearts be the bridge.
Let us turn the tide and change the fate,
Of a world that’s been torn apart by rage.Return hate with love,
And let it be our legacy.
For it’s the only way to rise above,
And set our hearts forever free.
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Acts of Violence
Acts of violence, a heartless deed
Leaving behind those who grieve
A life cut short, a heart in pain
A tragic loss, nothing to gainA world shattered, a community mourns
As the cycle of violence sadly returns
The scars run deep, they never heal
A reminder of the hate we cannot conceal
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Love is confusing
Love is confusing,
A maze of feelings and emotions,
A journey of the heart, oftentimes uncertain,
Where the destination is unclear, and doubts and fears are common.Hate, on the other hand, is certain,
A straight path, with no room for diversion,
A one-way street, leading to a dead end,
Where the heart is closed, and the mind is bent.But what happens when hate is loved?
When the heart is opened, and the mind is moved?
When the straight path becomes a winding road,
And the dead end is transformed into a new abode?The dilemma is clear,
For love and hate are opposite spheres,
But when they intertwine, and boundaries disappear,
New possibilities emerge, and life becomes dear.Love is still confusing,
A mystery that’s hard to unravel,
But when hate is loved, and hearts start to marvel,
The dilemma fades away, and life becomes an adventure to travel.
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Forgiveness is a double-edged sword
Forgiveness is a double-edged sword,
It can heal wounds, but also strike,
Sometimes it’s best to let it be ignored,
And walk away from the things we don’t like.
It’s hard to forgive and forget,
When the pain is deep and the scars are set,
But it’s also hard to hold onto hate,
And let it consume us, our hearts to abate.
Forgiveness can be a balm for the soul,
A way to find peace and make ourselves whole,
But it can also be a weapon of war,
Used to hurt, to wound, and leave a scar.
So we must be careful with forgiveness,
Not to use it to cause more distress,
But to use it to heal and to grow,
And to let our hearts and souls glow.
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When Hate is Poured as Honey over Love
When Hate is Poured as Honey over Love
When hate is poured as honey over love,
It’s hard to see the venom in the sweet.
A bitterness disguised as gentle dove,
A poison hidden in a treat.The words that sting, the actions that offend,
All sugar-coated with a smile so bright.
Deceit and malice, hard to comprehend,
When hate is poured as honey, out of sight.But love will not be fooled by this disguise,
It sees beyond the surface to the core.
And hate will never triumph over wise,
For love is stronger than hate, evermore.
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Love or Hate
Love or Hate
Love and hate, two sides of a coin
One can heal, the other can ruin
Love is kind, it nurtures and grows
Hate is bitter, it withers and slows
Love brings joy, it brightens the day
Hate brings sadness, it leads us astray
Choose love over hate, let it prevail
For it is love that can never fail.
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Nauseating Reality
Nauseating Reality
The world is full of pain and sorrow
The news is full of war and terror
The people are full of hate and fear
The leaders are full of lies and greedThe earth is full of scars and wounds
The sky is full of smoke and smog
The water is full of trash and toxins
The air is full of dust and germsThe life is full of stress and struggle
The work is full of pressure and boredom
The love is full of betrayal and heartbreak
The joy is full of fleeting and fakeThis is the nauseating reality we face
This is the bitter truth we taste
This is the dismal fate we embrace
This is the hopeless state we waste
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Turn Hate into Love
When hate consumes our hearts,
And anger fills our soul.
It tears us apart,
And leaves us feeling cold.But hate is not the answer,
To the pain that we endure.
For only love can conquer,
And make our hearts feel pure.So let us turn hate into love,
And let forgiveness be our guide.
For it’s the only way to rise above,
And let our hearts feel alive.Let us break down the walls,
That we’ve built around our hearts.
And answer hate’s angry calls,
With kindness, love, and smarts.For only then can we heal,
The wounds that have been made.
And from the darkness, we can steal,
A chance to be unafraid.So let us turn hate into love,
And let the light shine through.
For it’s the only way to rise above,
And make our hearts feel anew.
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Rage Unleashed
Rage Unleashed
Rage unleashed, a beast set free,
Its fury roars with a deafening decree,
It feeds on hate and bitter pain,
And leaves destruction in its disdain.It tears apart all that’s in its path,
No matter who or what incurs its wrath,
A tempest of fury, a force to fear,
Lest it consumes all that is dear.
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The Twisted World
The Twisted World
The twisted world we live in,
A place of both light and dark,
Where kindness and cruelty begin,
And love and hate leave their mark.We navigate through its maze,
Through its twists and turns we go,
In search of brighter days,
In a world that’s both friend and foe.
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The Shadow of Wrath
The Shadow of Wrath
The shadow of wrath, a looming fear,
That clouds the mind and draws near,
It whispers of vengeance and bitter spite,
And fills the heart with a sense of blight.It’s a darkness that’s hard to shake,
A temptation that’s hard to break,
For wrath begets wrath, hate begets hate,
And the shadow lingers, a constant weight.
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The Cost of Anger
The Cost of Anger
The cost of anger is never small,
It chips away at relationships and breaks them all,
It leaves a trail of bitterness and hate,
And a scar that’s hard to mitigate.It’s a debt that’s hard to pay,
A price that’s high in every way,
For anger begets anger, hate begets hate,
And the cost of it all may be too late.
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It’s a strange world
It’s a strange world
It’s a strange world we live in, Full of wonder and surprise, Where the impossible can happen, And reality can seem like lies.
Where the darkest of nights, Can turn into the brightest of days, And the smallest of whispers, Can carry the loudest of waves.
Where love and hate coexist, And hope and despair entwine, And the beauty of life, Is oftentimes hard to define.
It’s a strange world we live in, Full of joy and sorrow alike, Where laughter and tears, Can follow the same life strike.
Where the future is uncertain, And the past can never be changed, And the present is but a fleeting moment, That quickly slips away.
But in this strange world, There is a magic that we find, In the moments of love and kindness, That keep our hearts entwined.
So let us cherish this strange world, And all that it has to give, For in its beauty and mystery, Lies the reason to truly live.
© VishalDutia
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The Power of Hate
We feel the power of hate like a raging storm
Our emotions boiling with raw intensity
The poison of our anger seeping into our souls
In a toxic union of fear and destruction.We explore the depths of our despair
Unable to control its unyielding tide
Losing ourselves in a never-ending void
In a darkness that knows no bounds.We fall deeper into a pit of misery
Our hearts hardened and our spirits broken
Clinging onto bitterness and resentment
In a power of hate that knows no mercy.© VishalDutia
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Lonely But Not Alone
I attain
I love
I hate
say goodbyes
I enjoy myself
others I despise
I was born into this world on my ownlonely but not alone
As days march to nights
and night times to days
As months turn to years
and years to decades
I grow and live on my ownlonely but not alone
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Differences #Poetry
I was loved
When I was young and freeI was loved
When my hair caught the breezeI was loved
When the willows would sing for meThen
it
stopped.
I am not loved
Because I love myselfI am not loved
Because their hair doesn’t catch the breezeI am not loved
Because the willows only sing for me.I am hated for
my differences.
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I Hate Myself #Poetry (Touchy One)
I hate myself.I hate myself so much.I hate the fact that I let you get to me so easily.I hate the fact that I let you in.I hate being a lone.I‘m surround by people, who must think Im invisible.I can‘t eat, and I can‘t sleep.I hate myself.I hate myself so much.I hate the fact that the only reason why you wanted me is, because you thought I was a virgin.I hate the fact that the only reason why you loved me was because of my body.I hate the fact that you can make feel so guilty.I hate the fact that you talk to girls behind my back, when you‘re saying,“ I love you“, to my face.But mostly, I hate myself more.I hate my body, my 3 AM break downs, and the fact that you never cared.Note: Written By An Unknown Author(Girl)
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