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.
Over and over
sometimes,
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#apathy
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A broken system
Broken families.. dark days
Traumatic experience.. delayed response
Underfunded services.. no help today
Who do you turn to on these dark days
Lost lives.. quiet cries
Murmurs abound.. silent sounds
No money, no gains
You’re out of options
Times are hard.. in or out of court
Everyone’s trying to survive
You’re not important.. just a number on a list
Pressures are mounting
Details disclosed.. confidence breached
Hushed accusations.. walking on eggshells
Disassociate from the situation ...
Traumatic experience.. delayed response
Underfunded services.. no help today
Who do you turn to on these dark days
Lost lives.. quiet cries
Murmurs abound.. silent sounds
No money, no gains
You’re out of options
Times are hard.. in or out of court
Everyone’s trying to survive
You’re not important.. just a number on a list
Pressures are mounting
Details disclosed.. confidence breached
Hushed accusations.. walking on eggshells
Disassociate from the situation ...
#frustration
#despair
#disappointment
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Rage
An overboiling kettle,
Scalding metal,
Molten lava melting all it touches,
Don't fucking touch me,
for the love of God please.
As rage rushes like Vesuvius,
Let it all pour out my love.
Grandiose power drawn from roman deities,
Psychosis in the melancholy,
Pain and love my dichotomy.
A sharp inhale, clutching at air
"I can't breathe"
Scared i'll drown in my own fury.
They can see what they are doing,
Polluting the essence of your being
Yet watch me disregard the intuitive
feelings...
Scalding metal,
Molten lava melting all it touches,
Don't fucking touch me,
for the love of God please.
As rage rushes like Vesuvius,
Let it all pour out my love.
Grandiose power drawn from roman deities,
Psychosis in the melancholy,
Pain and love my dichotomy.
A sharp inhale, clutching at air
"I can't breathe"
Scared i'll drown in my own fury.
They can see what they are doing,
Polluting the essence of your being
Yet watch me disregard the intuitive
feelings...
#anger
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2 Comments
On the road to hate.
The funny thing is he thinks
that he's won,
when in truth the war
has just begun.
The stress of these days is often
very hard to carry.
A thousand years ago my problems
would be dead and buried.
I’ve heard it said a knife-less man
is never good.
I’d stab him a hundred million
times if only I could.
Maybe he would mind his tongue
or hold his breath,
if he knew he’s staring at
the very face of death.
that he's won,
when in truth the war
has just begun.
The stress of these days is often
very hard to carry.
A thousand years ago my problems
would be dead and buried.
I’ve heard it said a knife-less man
is never good.
I’d stab him a hundred million
times if only I could.
Maybe he would mind his tongue
or hold his breath,
if he knew he’s staring at
the very face of death.
#anger
#murder
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2 Comments
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
#secrets
#abuse
#fire
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20 Comments
String Instruments
What's the point of so many rhythmic lines?...
Row, rhyme and rum
They are just waves in the same sea.
Seagull murmurs
like someone singing a fado or two
or it will come to sing much later.
Arrange drawers, sticks and prints
from left to right in an order
almost alphabetical.
Unhinged fairies blessing the sound
of a lute, a guitar and a banjo.
Without wings, without bones, like angels!
Pain descriptive nonconformities
that passes through the brain shamelessly
Bloodlust of a dark predator.
...
Row, rhyme and rum
They are just waves in the same sea.
Seagull murmurs
like someone singing a fado or two
or it will come to sing much later.
Arrange drawers, sticks and prints
from left to right in an order
almost alphabetical.
Unhinged fairies blessing the sound
of a lute, a guitar and a banjo.
Without wings, without bones, like angels!
Pain descriptive nonconformities
that passes through the brain shamelessly
Bloodlust of a dark predator.
...
#music
#rhyming
#lyrics
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4 Comments
Military Madness
Look into my eyes
I’m a human guinea pig
Born to be controlled
Forced into experimentation
I have no name
No words that mean anything
A little each day,
Psycho & possessed into a state
War inside my head
I can feel the pain
Can you?
I’m a human guinea pig
Born to be controlled
Forced into experimentation
I have no name
No words that mean anything
A little each day,
Psycho & possessed into a state
War inside my head
I can feel the pain
Can you?
#loneliness
#soldiers
#war
#MentalHealth
#military
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Experience
One has to ask
The Question
Is one
Living
The Human Minded
Experience
Or just
The sad
Monkey Minded
Racial
Experience
Of living
The Question
Is one
Living
The Human Minded
Experience
Or just
The sad
Monkey Minded
Racial
Experience
Of living
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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Such a bitch
On a Tuesday
My soul was crushed
Smashed into dust
Skin turned to rust
She ripped out my spirit
A bitch, and she knew it
You look away for one minute
Pushed past your limit
Such a radiant beast
Yet you’ll be her feast
You are her meat
Forever deceased
Don’t be deceived by her hair
At her locks you must tear
For a daily fight I prepare
Her presence, I truly can’t bare
On my nerves does she grate
A person one can only hate
On my mind is a weight
In her grasps...
My soul was crushed
Smashed into dust
Skin turned to rust
She ripped out my spirit
A bitch, and she knew it
You look away for one minute
Pushed past your limit
Such a radiant beast
Yet you’ll be her feast
You are her meat
Forever deceased
Don’t be deceived by her hair
At her locks you must tear
For a daily fight I prepare
Her presence, I truly can’t bare
On my nerves does she grate
A person one can only hate
On my mind is a weight
In her grasps...
#anger
#hate
#hurt
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2 Comments
Shut Up and Read
Are you aware of the facts?
Racist fucking lies
Government is corrupt
Earth born Genocide
Do you truly give a fuck?
Society's ultimate demise
Warning before we deconstruct
Authorities killing minorities
So much useless crime
Who's serving the time?
Your told to obey these fools
You coward in the shadows
You act more like a pack of mules
Racist fucking lies
Government is corrupt
Earth born Genocide
Do you truly give a fuck?
Society's ultimate demise
Warning before we deconstruct
Authorities killing minorities
So much useless crime
Who's serving the time?
Your told to obey these fools
You coward in the shadows
You act more like a pack of mules
#corruption
#politics
#rhyming
#HumanRights
#inequality
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Women’s Rights
A zygote is a person
you say
In or out of the womb
God’s creation
you decree
So has rights!
Already a person
Until they are born
[a woman]
then
rights dissolve
[because its a woman]
A woman’s rights are now
dictated
by
another’s religion
Rapist’s conceptions
have more rights
[than the woman]
A fetus that won’t live
has more rights
[than the woman]
A baby, dying in the womb
has more rights
[than the woman who grieves and may die for the life...
you say
In or out of the womb
God’s creation
you decree
So has rights!
Already a person
Until they are born
[a woman]
then
rights dissolve
[because its a woman]
A woman’s rights are now
dictated
by
another’s religion
Rapist’s conceptions
have more rights
[than the woman]
A fetus that won’t live
has more rights
[than the woman]
A baby, dying in the womb
has more rights
[than the woman who grieves and may die for the life...
#anger
#politics
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WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS
Here I sit in my recliner with my silence of my thoughts, 🤔 for it is in these moments of lost time. WHEN I go back in time and I remember, what my grandfather use to say to me. For you will have to be your most strongest to learn, more about the establishment of life. That being trapped in a dark place for when it rains it pours, and it seems almost in possible to get out of the rain ☔☔🤨. For sometimes you just feel like giving up and you ask thyself what is the point, for it feels like the world is against you ever step you take in life. For I know I just have to...
#dialogue
#uplifting
#emotional
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
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2 Comments
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