Anger Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about angst, activism and hate
This category is for powerful, angry poems which aim to make their point heard, including hostile poetry caused by distress, angst or facing ignorance. Anger poems cover topics like hate, mistrust, alienation and social exclusion, and include poetry about activism and social change. Using the power of words to challenge behaviour and opinions, poems here deal with anger and discontent towards people, ideology and society.
Limowreck
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:48pm
Yesterday 6:48pm
Revolution
The sun is setting in the West
Is it voiding the East of light?
Does it equate to the night being evil?
Or only void of light?
Until the Earth has completed one revolution,
The author orders Chaos!
Is it voiding the East of light?
Does it equate to the night being evil?
Or only void of light?
Until the Earth has completed one revolution,
The author orders Chaos!
#religion
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0 Comments
gateunder
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:37pm
Yesterday 5:37pm
hampsteadTRANSheathpond
hampsteadTRANSheathpond 22.07.18
trying not to judge
understanding here is no jury
bigotry is set to smudge
can you feel the rage and fury.
the debate needs to intensify
fears need to be exposed
through poetry is the identify
ignorance will never be decomposed.
if someone is changing
as not right for the body
no compassion is deranging
your surviving with out a heart oddly.
come on hampstead heath
on rules and regulations no need to trim
trans-gender are the same underneath
show some compassion and the heath...
trying not to judge
understanding here is no jury
bigotry is set to smudge
can you feel the rage and fury.
the debate needs to intensify
fears need to be exposed
through poetry is the identify
ignorance will never be decomposed.
if someone is changing
as not right for the body
no compassion is deranging
your surviving with out a heart oddly.
come on hampstead heath
on rules and regulations no need to trim
trans-gender are the same underneath
show some compassion and the heath...
#heaven
2 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:34am
Yesterday 9:34am
our collaboration
Our Collaboration
When sympathy reach its limit?
Day after day we see on the TV screen
war and wanton killing, the temptation is to turn
the TV off or find a channel with funny cartoons.
How many children were killed in Yemen or
Syria becomes a political debate, the children
a statistic; and we say how people can be so cruel
as to kill children. Don't sit too comfortable
in your easy chair, ask the question who gave them
the weaponry to make their killing…we did.
Without our complicity, there would have been
no wars to speak...
When sympathy reach its limit?
Day after day we see on the TV screen
war and wanton killing, the temptation is to turn
the TV off or find a channel with funny cartoons.
How many children were killed in Yemen or
Syria becomes a political debate, the children
a statistic; and we say how people can be so cruel
as to kill children. Don't sit too comfortable
in your easy chair, ask the question who gave them
the weaponry to make their killing…we did.
Without our complicity, there would have been
no wars to speak...
#anger
#regret
#shame
#despair
#disappointment
11 reads
2 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:45am
Yesterday 4:45am
Release The Beast
Release The Beast Never Cease
To Increase Word On The Streets
If They Don't Have The Respect
Why Choose The Fools You Elect
Tear Their Soul Into Little Sound Bites
Before They Shut Down Your Inner Light
Liar , Liar , Pants On Fire Burning On A Funeral Pyre
And Now I Want To See The Flames Grow Higher
Spell Bound In Bondage This Is No Missed Chance Or A Missed Stake
But Because Of All Your Mistakes These Shall Be Your Souls We Take
To Increase Word On The Streets
If They Don't Have The Respect
Why Choose The Fools You Elect
Tear Their Soul Into Little Sound Bites
Before They Shut Down Your Inner Light
Liar , Liar , Pants On Fire Burning On A Funeral Pyre
And Now I Want To See The Flames Grow Higher
Spell Bound In Bondage This Is No Missed Chance Or A Missed Stake
But Because Of All Your Mistakes These Shall Be Your Souls We Take
#oppression
#power
#politics
#freedom
#inequality
17 reads
1 Comment
Blackwolf
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:10am
Yesterday 4:10am
This Is A Warning From Muse Nation
Bring It Down Confound Those Who Come Around
To Expound Their Profound Sounds Comin' Inbound
Their Word Herd Carrying Bullshit Of Mental Misfits
Romp And Stomp Do It Transmit Holy Writ Mother Wit
We Are The Messengers And We Got A Master Message
You May Not Like It Fuck It It Is What We Must Presage
We Are Not Spoken Showmen We Are Real We Got An Omen
This Is A Prophecy For All You Wannabees Poem Explosion
Are You Ready For It Are You Open We Got Your Bound Emotion
Outspoken Unbroken Codon...
To Expound Their Profound Sounds Comin' Inbound
Their Word Herd Carrying Bullshit Of Mental Misfits
Romp And Stomp Do It Transmit Holy Writ Mother Wit
We Are The Messengers And We Got A Master Message
You May Not Like It Fuck It It Is What We Must Presage
We Are Not Spoken Showmen We Are Real We Got An Omen
This Is A Prophecy For All You Wannabees Poem Explosion
Are You Ready For It Are You Open We Got Your Bound Emotion
Outspoken Unbroken Codon...
#oppression
#power
#freedom
#HumanRights
#inequality
18 reads
0 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Snaggys back
Snaggys back
Poem Published
21st Jul 2018 7:21pm
21st Jul 2018 7:21pm
A Million Miles Away
Sitting across the table from you,
Still, we were only a few feet apart;
But a million miles away it seemed,
What can I say, I don't want to stay!
I wanna wake up somewhere else,
Somewhere different, not by myself.
Tired of getting nowhere fast,
Knowing already this love has passed.
I wanna travel a different direction,
A direction that ultimately leads to freedom.
I'm ready to break down all my constraints -
Restrictions that forcibly held me back.
I'm moving away, somewhere I can stay,
Picturing myself out...
Still, we were only a few feet apart;
But a million miles away it seemed,
What can I say, I don't want to stay!
I wanna wake up somewhere else,
Somewhere different, not by myself.
Tired of getting nowhere fast,
Knowing already this love has passed.
I wanna travel a different direction,
A direction that ultimately leads to freedom.
I'm ready to break down all my constraints -
Restrictions that forcibly held me back.
I'm moving away, somewhere I can stay,
Picturing myself out...
#loneliness
#frustration
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
19 reads
2 Comments
gateunder
Poem Published
21st Jul 2018 1:10pm
21st Jul 2018 1:10pm
call for curb on wild animals kept at home findings from born free foundation
call for curb on wild animals kept at home findings from born free foundation 21.07.18
it was a tiny peace
but still have to share
acting on behalf of born free police
going to highlight ones self as extremely rare.
some have animals
don't head shake
not necessarily huge mammals
lots alive others collect skin of snake.
going to deliver a scorcher
on this issue no buffering
just like the village and poetry torture
eventually we have to end suffering.
we do need stricter licencing
current laws are flawed
dr chris...
it was a tiny peace
but still have to share
acting on behalf of born free police
going to highlight ones self as extremely rare.
some have animals
don't head shake
not necessarily huge mammals
lots alive others collect skin of snake.
going to deliver a scorcher
on this issue no buffering
just like the village and poetry torture
eventually we have to end suffering.
we do need stricter licencing
current laws are flawed
dr chris...
#animals
3 reads
0 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
21st Jul 2018 00:21am
21st Jul 2018 00:21am
A Mother's Nightmare
Her blonde fro glowed letting the whole world know
That she's nappy and happy and unafraid to let it show
She knows that she's shining as bright as the sun
And that she's also the envy of almost everyone
Her young son is looked at with disdain and as a threat
Causing him immense pain even though he isn't even five yet
Considered a threat solely based off of the color of his skin
It's two thousand eighteen and the racism still has no end
So she sits contemplating on how to keep him safe
The thought of losing him makes her heart feel...
That she's nappy and happy and unafraid to let it show
She knows that she's shining as bright as the sun
And that she's also the envy of almost everyone
Her young son is looked at with disdain and as a threat
Causing him immense pain even though he isn't even five yet
Considered a threat solely based off of the color of his skin
It's two thousand eighteen and the racism still has no end
So she sits contemplating on how to keep him safe
The thought of losing him makes her heart feel...
#death
11 reads
0 Comments
DevlinDLC
Poem Published
20th Jul 2018 9:24pm
20th Jul 2018 9:24pm
ashley madison bad
I hate your poetry.
I want to morph
into
a rage of
cannibalistic ink
and consume you in the likes
of masticating Prada Piranhas
toward every letter, every word
every verse you insert right before it hits
screen pavement & pay'dirt…
I want to
bite
your dick off
take if for a stroll show it how to roll
with the bitches you fucked
in the head
leaving their moral tainted, their bodies dead
all because you said
I love you
and called them...
I want to morph
into
a rage of
cannibalistic ink
and consume you in the likes
of masticating Prada Piranhas
toward every letter, every word
every verse you insert right before it hits
screen pavement & pay'dirt…
I want to
bite
your dick off
take if for a stroll show it how to roll
with the bitches you fucked
in the head
leaving their moral tainted, their bodies dead
all because you said
I love you
and called them...
#anger
54 reads
9 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
20th Jul 2018 2:24pm
20th Jul 2018 2:24pm
whack
back the fuck off
you think a demon is ripping you off?
demons are dream weavers
is your imagination so weak
you need to feed your hunger on another's plate?
in your deluded mind
you are the greatest
i'll tell you I don't need anything
from your puny mortal mind
are you shaking in your boots?
I know you are
I can see you
where you sit
boo!!!
your whack in the head
this is some mad smack your talking
think my girl need ideas from you?
you must be joking ...
you think a demon is ripping you off?
demons are dream weavers
is your imagination so weak
you need to feed your hunger on another's plate?
in your deluded mind
you are the greatest
i'll tell you I don't need anything
from your puny mortal mind
are you shaking in your boots?
I know you are
I can see you
where you sit
boo!!!
your whack in the head
this is some mad smack your talking
think my girl need ideas from you?
you must be joking ...
#anger
43 reads
3 Comments
RagingFlames
Poem Published
20th Jul 2018 4:56am
20th Jul 2018 4:56am
Raging flames
My flames
Growing with each of your mistakes
My rage
Intensified by your lies
Your words
Like knives
Your honesty
Is it real?
The truth
You hid
The pain
You caused
His problems
Because of you
His depression
Due to lack of trust
You don't see
Blinded by lust
You never knew
How obvious
I heard
Your bullshit
I know
Your secrets
My flames
Every broken vow
My rage
Every lying breathe
Growing with each of your mistakes
My rage
Intensified by your lies
Your words
Like knives
Your honesty
Is it real?
The truth
You hid
The pain
You caused
His problems
Because of you
His depression
Due to lack of trust
You don't see
Blinded by lust
You never knew
How obvious
I heard
Your bullshit
I know
Your secrets
My flames
Every broken vow
My rage
Every lying breathe
#anger
#hate
33 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Jul 2018 3:48am
20th Jul 2018 3:48am
deadly is the night
tense is the night
razor sharp and deadly
it screams for redemption
far from the hands of its tormentors
who with double sided mouths leak
scathing in nature
until blood boils
with no relief in sight
internal steam builds
until it's explosive
when it detonates
everyone hits the ground
looking around like what happened
they turned the music up on high
feet were set to the dance
of their choosing
looks of innocence
they wear as masks
to hold up the bank of...
razor sharp and deadly
it screams for redemption
far from the hands of its tormentors
who with double sided mouths leak
scathing in nature
until blood boils
with no relief in sight
internal steam builds
until it's explosive
when it detonates
everyone hits the ground
looking around like what happened
they turned the music up on high
feet were set to the dance
of their choosing
looks of innocence
they wear as masks
to hold up the bank of...
#anger
#dark
48 reads
12 Comments
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