Anger Poems
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.
By the Hair Of Your Ass
Written by upomeno
Poem Published 27th June 2017 11:47pm
You find ways to misinterpret all of my words
As mean and uncaring
Disinterested, unloving
Passive and distant
When you never reconsider
That they are your words
Your petty insecurities
Held on by a single hair of fear
That is appears like the thickest rope
Complaining that life stinks
And full of shit
As everyone dumps their mishaps all over you
So you never have a fighting chance
But if you opened your eyes
You would find
That you are just shitting on yourself
Each time you pull your own hair ...
As mean and uncaring
Disinterested, unloving
Passive and distant
When you never reconsider
That they are your words
Your petty insecurities
Held on by a single hair of fear
That is appears like the thickest rope
Complaining that life stinks
And full of shit
As everyone dumps their mishaps all over you
So you never have a fighting chance
But if you opened your eyes
You would find
That you are just shitting on yourself
Each time you pull your own hair ...
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What is the universal sense of Want and Ignorance
But the soul which makes enormous claims?"
Rise to flames, and none to blame.
.
Right.
.
We're all innocent here
.
Right?
.
verses around, smacking the ground
taking a pound when I'm not around.
You
.
Don't
.
Scare
.
Me.
.
We've already conquered thee twice
When death was the ultimate price
For FOOLS and MEN like you and I
Who never try to cry.
Heaven and earth will pass away,
but MY WORD will never pass away ...
But the soul which makes enormous claims?"
Rise to flames, and none to blame.
.
Right.
.
We're all innocent here
.
Right?
.
verses around, smacking the ground
taking a pound when I'm not around.
You
.
Don't
.
Scare
.
Me.
.
We've already conquered thee twice
When death was the ultimate price
For FOOLS and MEN like you and I
Who never try to cry.
Heaven and earth will pass away,
but MY WORD will never pass away ...
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Why?
Written by ShaienneMachale
Poem Published 26th June 2017 2:14am
I've never felt such strong remorse
Did you get a fucking award
For wasting my time
Destroying my life
I cant imagine any other reason why
Why you'd play with my heart?
Was tearing me apart you sole purpose
To start and enter my life, my world
Was it all a game meant to kill the fat girl
The homewrecking whore, the bitch
The slut
I gave you my all and it wasnt enough
You lied to my face, made me feel like a Queen
But the words thrusted upon me
You didnt mean
Why didnt I see?
Lord, how could I be
So blind and...
Did you get a fucking award
For wasting my time
Destroying my life
I cant imagine any other reason why
Why you'd play with my heart?
Was tearing me apart you sole purpose
To start and enter my life, my world
Was it all a game meant to kill the fat girl
The homewrecking whore, the bitch
The slut
I gave you my all and it wasnt enough
You lied to my face, made me feel like a Queen
But the words thrusted upon me
You didnt mean
Why didnt I see?
Lord, how could I be
So blind and...
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-Consumed By The Bloody Jaws of A Foreign Language-
Written by Messier110
Poem Published 25th June 2017 11:17pm
inspired*
I'd give away millions to change my sadness,
to change the complicated way
that pulls me into your hands,
to conceal this way of looking at you,
this ludicrous game I find myself playing,
I'd give anything
to pay no mind to your beautiful words,
to be psychoanalyzed & told I'm comatose,
to learn that I am as melancholy as a drizzly day.
I'm simply suffocating &
I'm hemorrhaging slowly.
And you don't understand,
& since you don't comprehend me,
what difference does it make?
You...
I'd give away millions to change my sadness,
to change the complicated way
that pulls me into your hands,
to conceal this way of looking at you,
this ludicrous game I find myself playing,
I'd give anything
to pay no mind to your beautiful words,
to be psychoanalyzed & told I'm comatose,
to learn that I am as melancholy as a drizzly day.
I'm simply suffocating &
I'm hemorrhaging slowly.
And you don't understand,
& since you don't comprehend me,
what difference does it make?
You...
38 reads
7 Comments
Blasphemy
Written by David_Macleod
Poem Published 25th June 2017 7:50pm
one
man's
blasphemy
is
another
man's
logic
and
reason
~
to
deny
one
is
to deny
the
other
man's
blasphemy
is
another
man's
logic
and
reason
~
to
deny
one
is
to deny
the
other
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6/25 ` girl, China
Written by DevlinDLC
Poem Published 25th June 2017 7:15pm
not much has changed
I still see the world, ignorant
with blame shifting to the fool
trying to mend despondency with
a bottle of optimistic glue;
and you’re there
sitting dormant in a lover`s chair
love no longer completes you
sex is a worthless drug with a
ten second snap chat, the visual
no longer entices it is sightless
spiraling upwards, your hells want to kiss my heavens
but I have neither the wing nor the métier;
zero gravity orgasmics … debris in psychosis,
wombs are an empty space, an ectoplasmic...
I still see the world, ignorant
with blame shifting to the fool
trying to mend despondency with
a bottle of optimistic glue;
and you’re there
sitting dormant in a lover`s chair
love no longer completes you
sex is a worthless drug with a
ten second snap chat, the visual
no longer entices it is sightless
spiraling upwards, your hells want to kiss my heavens
but I have neither the wing nor the métier;
zero gravity orgasmics … debris in psychosis,
wombs are an empty space, an ectoplasmic...
40 reads
AMEN
Written by David_Macleod
Poem Published 25th June 2017 2:59am
When all is said and done
Please believe me
There are no Gods
Not a one
Simply none
For we made god
In our own image
Can’t you see
God is not infallible
That’s because
Man is fallible and
God is a construct
Of the human mind
And nothing more
He is us
Is humanity’s need
To explain the awesomeness
Of nature and the cosmos
Man’s inferiority complex
Feeling oh so small
Feeling insignificant
Mainly because
We are
But
Man’s need for wealth
Need for perverted sex
Need...
Please believe me
There are no Gods
Not a one
Simply none
For we made god
In our own image
Can’t you see
God is not infallible
That’s because
Man is fallible and
God is a construct
Of the human mind
And nothing more
He is us
Is humanity’s need
To explain the awesomeness
Of nature and the cosmos
Man’s inferiority complex
Feeling oh so small
Feeling insignificant
Mainly because
We are
But
Man’s need for wealth
Need for perverted sex
Need...
40 reads
10 Comments
hey f**k you pepsi
Written by rockhardpoetry
Poem Published 25th June 2017 1:49am
EXTREME CONTENT
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2 Comments
A Strange Poem Written in a Storm
Strike, strike Valarius!"
Said Sophocles to his end
When thunders boom the loading docks
The minds of men will bend
Crass the lighting shines like fire
All your fortress--gone
Weakish clay who's dark desire
Wish kingly of virgin fawn
O, when you hear be thousands unafraid
When thunder and lighting come near you
O, what petty and mortal shade
When thunder and lightning come near you.
Said Sophocles to his end
When thunders boom the loading docks
The minds of men will bend
Crass the lighting shines like fire
All your fortress--gone
Weakish clay who's dark desire
Wish kingly of virgin fawn
O, when you hear be thousands unafraid
When thunder and lighting come near you
O, what petty and mortal shade
When thunder and lightning come near you.
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Just can't run away
Great another thing I have to avoid
I thought I'd find a place to call my own
Now there is horny broken man child
That has taken the thrown
He doesn't have to and I'm sure of it
But that's a latter I don't even want to face to climb
I despise facing the dead
It is one of the many traits
I hate to call mine
I thought I'd find a place to call my own
Now there is horny broken man child
That has taken the thrown
He doesn't have to and I'm sure of it
But that's a latter I don't even want to face to climb
I despise facing the dead
It is one of the many traits
I hate to call mine
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You are what you Eat
Written by PerfumeandTaffy
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 5:34pm
You take me to the kitchen
After an hour of
Fucking on your floor
Three shelves of liquor
And rotten, hard boiled eggs
In the fridge.
She’s crazy
You say
The fourth woman tonight
With outrageous proclivities.
You strut naked
Having conquered the conquest
A roll of fat complimenting
Ham hock legs.
I’m trying to study the paintings
That you picked up
At a thrift shop
Chosen for their lack
Of imagination, I suppose.
I have a feeling you're crazy ...
After an hour of
Fucking on your floor
Three shelves of liquor
And rotten, hard boiled eggs
In the fridge.
She’s crazy
You say
The fourth woman tonight
With outrageous proclivities.
You strut naked
Having conquered the conquest
A roll of fat complimenting
Ham hock legs.
I’m trying to study the paintings
That you picked up
At a thrift shop
Chosen for their lack
Of imagination, I suppose.
I have a feeling you're crazy ...
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