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.
Chuck
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:17am
Yesterday 1:17am
Unity is Justice
As black people
Where do we stand
Not on our own two feet
But lying dead flat on our backs
From a bullet that someone shot
Because we looked suspicious
We been in this country
For over a thousand years
You would think by now
People would know how we look
Not only whites but other races
Killing our people each year
By saying we look suspicious
Because we wear a hoodie
As black people, we need to take a stand
Come together as one
Assemble in front of every State Capitol building
Where racism and...
Where do we stand
Not on our own two feet
But lying dead flat on our backs
From a bullet that someone shot
Because we looked suspicious
We been in this country
For over a thousand years
You would think by now
People would know how we look
Not only whites but other races
Killing our people each year
By saying we look suspicious
Because we wear a hoodie
As black people, we need to take a stand
Come together as one
Assemble in front of every State Capitol building
Where racism and...
#courage
#LifeStruggles
#racism
18 reads
1 Comment
HadesRising
Poem Published
19th Nov 2018 6:01am
19th Nov 2018 6:01am
SPITTING FIRE
#anger
#frustration
28 reads
4 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
18th Nov 2018 4:12pm
18th Nov 2018 4:12pm
Limbo
Travelling the roads constantly
busy to keep the addiction at bay
you slide further away from me
Finally home, exhausted
barely responding when I speak
already napping
There is no seduction
barely any devotion
I am rendered insignificant,
by default
Sleepless, tossing in the dark
craving the slightest touch
It is any wonder
I retreat to these fantastical worlds
where I get to flirt, play
and conjure delicious scenarios?
Real life seems suspended
in a possible future, ...
busy to keep the addiction at bay
you slide further away from me
Finally home, exhausted
barely responding when I speak
already napping
There is no seduction
barely any devotion
I am rendered insignificant,
by default
Sleepless, tossing in the dark
craving the slightest touch
It is any wonder
I retreat to these fantastical worlds
where I get to flirt, play
and conjure delicious scenarios?
Real life seems suspended
in a possible future, ...
#relationships
#addiction
#boredom
25 reads
1 Comment
MarcosLucas
Poem Published
18th Nov 2018 3:00am
18th Nov 2018 3:00am
Absurd
My life is insignificant, All my actions are perversely ill,
No act I do, no thought I forge, is of good measure,
My essence treads in illness,
The cancerous corruption only weakens my soul by the day,
yet I seek no aid,
I prefer to rot in my own dying flesh,
Then to seek for any helping hand,
If only I had the courage, if only I had the will,
To enter a dark room, to seal the hollow closet,
to take the leap of twisted, distorted faith,
Where I am certain to confront my true self in the agora.
I believe in no God, when as he ever...
No act I do, no thought I forge, is of good measure,
My essence treads in illness,
The cancerous corruption only weakens my soul by the day,
yet I seek no aid,
I prefer to rot in my own dying flesh,
Then to seek for any helping hand,
If only I had the courage, if only I had the will,
To enter a dark room, to seal the hollow closet,
to take the leap of twisted, distorted faith,
Where I am certain to confront my true self in the agora.
I believe in no God, when as he ever...
#SelfReflection
19 reads
0 Comments
Beigetrousers
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 8:10pm
17th Nov 2018 8:10pm
Borris Johnsons toilet break
Looking flash what's the price we pay?
Sweat shop labour
Childhood pain
Born in a system but now I want none of it
Buying borrowed goods believing good will come of it.
Possessions possessing me cant move beneath the tonne of it
X amount of debt
The shackle fits
Try run with it
Live for the moment
Fuck tomorrow
To pay my debts I'll just reborrow
Live the moment
Fuck today
Fuck the sorrow and pain away
The phone you always dreamt of all ready out dated
Who needs a better camera? ...
Sweat shop labour
Childhood pain
Born in a system but now I want none of it
Buying borrowed goods believing good will come of it.
Possessions possessing me cant move beneath the tonne of it
X amount of debt
The shackle fits
Try run with it
Live for the moment
Fuck tomorrow
To pay my debts I'll just reborrow
Live the moment
Fuck today
Fuck the sorrow and pain away
The phone you always dreamt of all ready out dated
Who needs a better camera? ...
#apathy
13 reads
1 Comment
mingomingus
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 5:55am
17th Nov 2018 5:55am
Bringing Back White Power
I
I’m bringing back White Power at no cost to the other colors.
This is not a bad joke.
Not one of those campy politically correct commercials
In between episodes of ‘Family Matters’ and ‘Full House’
Where man made rainbows preach ideal say so’s
Images of children holding hands round playgrounds of ‘Ebony & Ivory’.
Give me a fucking break.
We know the Mass Media for what it truly is:
Just another Clausewitzian tool in the many hands of the White House
Not to be confused with the White Man
Lest we forget who...
I’m bringing back White Power at no cost to the other colors.
This is not a bad joke.
Not one of those campy politically correct commercials
In between episodes of ‘Family Matters’ and ‘Full House’
Where man made rainbows preach ideal say so’s
Images of children holding hands round playgrounds of ‘Ebony & Ivory’.
Give me a fucking break.
We know the Mass Media for what it truly is:
Just another Clausewitzian tool in the many hands of the White House
Not to be confused with the White Man
Lest we forget who...
#humankind
31 reads
4 Comments
Bender
Jarlath
Jarlath
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 5:39am
17th Nov 2018 5:39am
Just Once
The shards of walked upon
eggshells,
cut deep and haphazard through
layers of my spirit.
Behind sealed lips and
clenched teeth,
a soul screams to be felt.
Just once.
eggshells,
cut deep and haphazard through
layers of my spirit.
Behind sealed lips and
clenched teeth,
a soul screams to be felt.
Just once.
#hurt
51 reads
14 Comments
Tallen
Poem Published
16th Nov 2018 6:38pm
16th Nov 2018 6:38pm
SYMBIOTIC, NO.
Scratching at an open wound to get at my marrow
While dark red from damaged veins pours out slow.
Reaching for femurs fully cracked and narrow
You drain my life, my zeal, my glow.
A love offering of gauze and tape
And sex to suture, mend and heal.
But fractured promises felt like rape
Leaking bright crimson's sticky feel.
Adipose tissued compromises failed
Torn ligamented hopes of two strained.
Rotting flesh of forgiveness jailed
As decomposing divorce is on its way.
Marrow gone and drained of red ...
While dark red from damaged veins pours out slow.
Reaching for femurs fully cracked and narrow
You drain my life, my zeal, my glow.
A love offering of gauze and tape
And sex to suture, mend and heal.
But fractured promises felt like rape
Leaking bright crimson's sticky feel.
Adipose tissued compromises failed
Torn ligamented hopes of two strained.
Rotting flesh of forgiveness jailed
As decomposing divorce is on its way.
Marrow gone and drained of red ...
#anger
#disappointment
32 reads
8 Comments
Joshuaberry
Lions_den7
Lions_den7
Poem Published
15th Nov 2018 9:14am
15th Nov 2018 9:14am
Hey, Big Guy.
Hey, guy, why did you take her?
Big guy, why did you take my mother?
Why, why, tell me, why,
Why, she served, she tried.
Big guy, tell me why.
Why did you take her without my consent,
Without informing me, throwing me in the mist sorrow?
I showed you, Yea, I told you.
You lied, before I took her, I told you.
When, tell me, when?
When I was caught in pleasure's den?
In your dreams son,
I showed you and told you: e'en your mom.
But I didn't understand,
You didn't make me understand!
You said you...
Big guy, why did you take my mother?
Why, why, tell me, why,
Why, she served, she tried.
Big guy, tell me why.
Why did you take her without my consent,
Without informing me, throwing me in the mist sorrow?
I showed you, Yea, I told you.
You lied, before I took her, I told you.
When, tell me, when?
When I was caught in pleasure's den?
In your dreams son,
I showed you and told you: e'en your mom.
But I didn't understand,
You didn't make me understand!
You said you...
#sadness
#anger
#heartbroken #despair
#heartbroken #despair
27 reads
2 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 5:23pm
14th Nov 2018 5:23pm
Korean Delicacy
#anger
#violence
#abuse
#oppression
#dogs
33 reads
4 Comments
Spanker
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 2:31pm
14th Nov 2018 2:31pm
An Ode to My Weasel Ex Boss
Well
Hi'dee-ho'deedli-hoo
All of you
Hi'dee-ho'deedli
Thought I'd
Spill this little diddlee
On all of you
Despite everythin'
Thought I'd
Just do it
For no firm reason
'Cept the hell of it
Hell bein' partly true
I'm no sweet innocent
That bein'
Also partly true
This here's a story
'Bout me an' maybe you
'Bout bosses 'n' such
Who aint worth further a-do
You see this boss o' mine
He was like hell' -
Peaches in a stew
No that aint it
He was...
Hi'dee-ho'deedli-hoo
All of you
Hi'dee-ho'deedli
Thought I'd
Spill this little diddlee
On all of you
Despite everythin'
Thought I'd
Just do it
For no firm reason
'Cept the hell of it
Hell bein' partly true
I'm no sweet innocent
That bein'
Also partly true
This here's a story
'Bout me an' maybe you
'Bout bosses 'n' such
Who aint worth further a-do
You see this boss o' mine
He was like hell' -
Peaches in a stew
No that aint it
He was...
#corruption
#revenge
20 reads
0 Comments
mingomingus
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 5:02am
14th Nov 2018 5:02am
Equals
What is good poetry?
Is it all equal?
I’d like to believe so
So why does the voice
At my very core cry,
“Bullshit!
Have you seen some of this
Schlock?”
Tired tropes like
A wilted flower
In a Thomas Kinkade
Painting cottages
Of peaceful tranquility
On a starry night
In the rain
Under the moon
Or the sun
Girdled by the ocean…
I haven’t even scratched the surface
I think I’m going to be sick
Mass produced mediocrity
Lauded laurels lifting
The spirits of children
In...
Is it all equal?
I’d like to believe so
So why does the voice
At my very core cry,
“Bullshit!
Have you seen some of this
Schlock?”
Tired tropes like
A wilted flower
In a Thomas Kinkade
Painting cottages
Of peaceful tranquility
On a starry night
In the rain
Under the moon
Or the sun
Girdled by the ocean…
I haven’t even scratched the surface
I think I’m going to be sick
Mass produced mediocrity
Lauded laurels lifting
The spirits of children
In...
#emptiness
43 reads
2 Comments
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