Anger Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about angst, activism and hate
Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
Of Madness and Saffron - with Grace
In the labyrinth of my mind echoing footsteps
rebelling against the lords of insanity
dark academia from Mozart to Beethoven
like skulls with candles and ravens with keys
as your flesh becomes the rapture of my love
with decadent essence of madness and saffron
listening to the echoes of your steps
walking away on sludge towards wisdom light
against cacophonous sounds of dark protest
stay with me says lustful inky darkness
rains of blackness no velvety softness
and you drown in soul-searing loving
of the insidious kind.
rebelling against the lords of insanity
dark academia from Mozart to Beethoven
like skulls with candles and ravens with keys
as your flesh becomes the rapture of my love
with decadent essence of madness and saffron
listening to the echoes of your steps
walking away on sludge towards wisdom light
against cacophonous sounds of dark protest
stay with me says lustful inky darkness
rains of blackness no velvety softness
and you drown in soul-searing loving
of the insidious kind.
#anger
#collaboration
#dark #emptiness
#dark #emptiness
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rat catcher
Rat Catcher
I feel repulsed when he is near, I ought to have compassion
for this cripple, a twisted foot. an arm that does not
function as it should a beggar with scabby skin, eyes as black
as looking into the dark side of the wishing moon
this is not a man you can be kind to, the more you give him
the more he hats you and wishes you an early death.
His diversion is to follow funeral processions, but not into
the cemetery, no one wants him there
I have wondered why I dislike this cripple so much it must
be a memory of my childhood ...
I feel repulsed when he is near, I ought to have compassion
for this cripple, a twisted foot. an arm that does not
function as it should a beggar with scabby skin, eyes as black
as looking into the dark side of the wishing moon
this is not a man you can be kind to, the more you give him
the more he hats you and wishes you an early death.
His diversion is to follow funeral processions, but not into
the cemetery, no one wants him there
I have wondered why I dislike this cripple so much it must
be a memory of my childhood ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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Trauma
#OCD
#suffering
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Clandestine
Secrets kept
Now unfold
The stories told
Shaping the mold
Here I’ve wept
Never known
Knowledge withhold
Resentment grown
Cannot forget
The truth controlled
Not consoled
Deceit threefold
I confess
Mercy sold
For price unknown
For glittering gold
Words of regret
To behold
Guile foretold
I was scold’
Wisdom inept
Cowards not bold
Shaking cold
I’m all alone
Now unfold
The stories told
Shaping the mold
Here I’ve wept
Never known
Knowledge withhold
Resentment grown
Cannot forget
The truth controlled
Not consoled
Deceit threefold
I confess
Mercy sold
For price unknown
For glittering gold
Words of regret
To behold
Guile foretold
I was scold’
Wisdom inept
Cowards not bold
Shaking cold
I’m all alone
#secrets
#lies
#betrayal
#deception
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Of Irritation - NaPoWriMo 7
When I hate,
it drowns me.
To the pointed point
where only irritation remains
seeking the death of the day
blind to the light.
Eager to cut
to
the quick,
and frustratingly slow
in cooling off to calmness.
Each pulse of fury
feeds the loop
a hang noose of hatred
angrily gripped around
my neck,
suffocating in its sincerity.
Frankly
Damn it all
I cannot care for hatred;
too basic for my tastes
But still it feeds on me.
it drowns me.
To the pointed point
where only irritation remains
seeking the death of the day
blind to the light.
Eager to cut
to
the quick,
and frustratingly slow
in cooling off to calmness.
Each pulse of fury
feeds the loop
a hang noose of hatred
angrily gripped around
my neck,
suffocating in its sincerity.
Frankly
Damn it all
I cannot care for hatred;
too basic for my tastes
But still it feeds on me.
#anger
#hate
#frustration
#disappointment
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Micro-Management
You say it’s in my best interest
Well we know that line is bullshit
But that doesn’t stop you does it
There must be something wrong with me
For you to feel the incessant need
To correct my neurodivergencies
Your implicit bias is showing
With every move you’re over-controlling
All these invisible punches that you’re throwing
You’re kindling my rage inside
Tempting fate with all your lies
Injustice blatant in my eyes
You say let’s make a plan
But then you say you can’t
Give me what I ask
...
Well we know that line is bullshit
But that doesn’t stop you does it
There must be something wrong with me
For you to feel the incessant need
To correct my neurodivergencies
Your implicit bias is showing
With every move you’re over-controlling
All these invisible punches that you’re throwing
You’re kindling my rage inside
Tempting fate with all your lies
Injustice blatant in my eyes
You say let’s make a plan
But then you say you can’t
Give me what I ask
...
#MentalHealth
#job
#NaPoWriMo2024
#frustration
#disappointment
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Secrets
We all have our secrets
Regrets? Just a few
This tale’s of the horror
Of what secrets can do
About 30 years ago
It seems like yesterday
I had to keep a secret
Or my family’d go away
I know I was a kid then
I knew that it was wrong
I knew that keeping my mouth shut
Wouldn’t last for very long
Back then I was so naive
I believed so many lies
In time though I forgot
For me better and oh so wise
Their words now they just haunt me
So many lies I had to keep
For some reason my...
Regrets? Just a few
This tale’s of the horror
Of what secrets can do
About 30 years ago
It seems like yesterday
I had to keep a secret
Or my family’d go away
I know I was a kid then
I knew that it was wrong
I knew that keeping my mouth shut
Wouldn’t last for very long
Back then I was so naive
I believed so many lies
In time though I forgot
For me better and oh so wise
Their words now they just haunt me
So many lies I had to keep
For some reason my...
#anger
#dark
#secrets
#shame
#frustration
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I WAS...
I was just a kid when he tore my crotchless lingerie
I was just a toddler when i felt it all,
the squeezing with no easing
The teasing with no resting.
I was 13 when he oozed it on me,
This man is a sialorrheal one
I did not feel it rather begged it,
He forcibly did it.
This monster opened my curtain at 13
He got me used, he is all i want now
If not him then not my agemates, bring his.
I am not young, this man rapes me.
I was just a toddler when i felt it all,
the squeezing with no easing
The teasing with no resting.
I was 13 when he oozed it on me,
This man is a sialorrheal one
I did not feel it rather begged it,
He forcibly did it.
This monster opened my curtain at 13
He got me used, he is all i want now
If not him then not my agemates, bring his.
I am not young, this man rapes me.
#abuse
#HumanRights
#hurt
#fear
#vulnerability
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Life struggle
I’ve come to know
This world is ending
And in it I only have you
From trusted sources, I know
This world is going to end
And I’m happy I have only you.
The world is ending now
As I write this piece
Youth is dead
Youth has been dead for a while
Please flow out
Please do, the helpless river cries
Or is it the wretched canal?
My memory is clogged
Oh please oh please
Don’t get stuck
In plastic
For
I only have you.
I only had you.
This world is ending
And in it I only have you
From trusted sources, I know
This world is going to end
And I’m happy I have only you.
The world is ending now
As I write this piece
Youth is dead
Youth has been dead for a while
Please flow out
Please do, the helpless river cries
Or is it the wretched canal?
My memory is clogged
Oh please oh please
Don’t get stuck
In plastic
For
I only have you.
I only had you.
#anger
#anxiety
#jealousy
#despair
#disappointment
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I burned that f**ker down
I finally did it.
Took all the napalm stored up in my heart --
the apologies, the fears
the pleas, the tears
the sleepless nights
the silent fights
confessions, concessions
questions and obsessions
childhood trauma
relationship drama
petty suspicions
demands and conditions
intrusive thoughts
oughts and naughts
accusations
intimidations
myth and mystery
ancient history
wounds and scars
snuffed out stars
bad excuses
old abuses
daddy issues
bloody tissues --
All the...
Took all the napalm stored up in my heart --
the apologies, the fears
the pleas, the tears
the sleepless nights
the silent fights
confessions, concessions
questions and obsessions
childhood trauma
relationship drama
petty suspicions
demands and conditions
intrusive thoughts
oughts and naughts
accusations
intimidations
myth and mystery
ancient history
wounds and scars
snuffed out stars
bad excuses
old abuses
daddy issues
bloody tissues --
All the...
#anger
#relationships
#abuse
#fire
#secrets
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Mr Assculinity
Who do you think i am?
another easy target?
a narcissist magnet
a bullshit attractor a
disrespect collector
a poetic mess?
guess again
Mister Asshole
a bastard admirer?
with a fucktard fetish
& a jackass obsession
a dickhead ass kisser
a moron worshiper?
Well, never mind
i'm not gonna spill
much words on you
pervs jerks & dirtbags
& i Certainly won’t fix
your low self-esteem
i might be a reasonable
obedient...
another easy target?
a narcissist magnet
a bullshit attractor a
disrespect collector
a poetic mess?
guess again
Mister Asshole
a bastard admirer?
with a fucktard fetish
& a jackass obsession
a dickhead ass kisser
a moron worshiper?
Well, never mind
i'm not gonna spill
much words on you
pervs jerks & dirtbags
& i Certainly won’t fix
your low self-esteem
i might be a reasonable
obedient...
#power
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the Feather
Softened and surrounded
bedsheets like a welcome
sorrow that brings me
to sleep
Slumber now, be gentle
nightmares flow
like currents
I'll drown if you
follow their lead
wake me in the blood light,
a moment when the Moon sighs
and watch the tremble
as Her daughter speaks
I'll lay to waste her temple,
words to soak in toluene
burning down the curtains
drawn to keep the monster
from my dreams
Im sorry, I can't hold it-
The wrath that's like a feather
torn from...
bedsheets like a welcome
sorrow that brings me
to sleep
Slumber now, be gentle
nightmares flow
like currents
I'll drown if you
follow their lead
wake me in the blood light,
a moment when the Moon sighs
and watch the tremble
as Her daughter speaks
I'll lay to waste her temple,
words to soak in toluene
burning down the curtains
drawn to keep the monster
from my dreams
Im sorry, I can't hold it-
The wrath that's like a feather
torn from...
#anger
#childhood
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#nightmares
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