Anger Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about angst, activism and hate
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It doesn't come
In the soft slow
Wind
In the morning sun
It comes
In the morning mist
It comes
In the darkness
Of the moon light
It comes
When one is
At one's
Lowest point in life
It comes
When one is
Weak
It Came
Well before
Your Ancestors
Were even Born
In the soft slow
Wind
In the morning sun
It comes
In the morning mist
It comes
In the darkness
Of the moon light
It comes
When one is
At one's
Lowest point in life
It comes
When one is
Weak
It Came
Well before
Your Ancestors
Were even Born
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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Avoidable
If one doesn't even Have
Partial Control
One will
Without a doubt
Endure the Avoidable
Suffering of life
Being thrown
From pillar to post
For it is Said
There are
Always Consequences
Embedded
In Laziness
Partial Control
One will
Without a doubt
Endure the Avoidable
Suffering of life
Being thrown
From pillar to post
For it is Said
There are
Always Consequences
Embedded
In Laziness
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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Hunting Why
Are you
Unconsciously
Hunting
With no Clear reason
Why
Just that nasty Feeling
That there is
Something Wrong
In Your field
Of Perceptions
And yet
When you look around
Everything
Seems Normal
Unconsciously
Hunting
With no Clear reason
Why
Just that nasty Feeling
That there is
Something Wrong
In Your field
Of Perceptions
And yet
When you look around
Everything
Seems Normal
#honesty
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To Question
To Question
One's Perceptions
One's Thoughts
Is to act
Against the attack
Of the Delusions
That One is Pressured
To Believe
One's Perceptions
One's Thoughts
Is to act
Against the attack
Of the Delusions
That One is Pressured
To Believe
#honesty
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Instantaneous F*cking Velocity
When the frustration and tears
Build up in your lungs
And you can’t do anything but
Squeeze your hands
And hope that you don’t breakdown
In the middle of your stupid physics class
Build up in your lungs
And you can’t do anything but
Squeeze your hands
And hope that you don’t breakdown
In the middle of your stupid physics class
#frustration
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Wagons Are Circling
It is when
One Becomes
A Pioneer
In this wilderness
Of frequencies
In Life
One will be
Tested
Within the circle
Of the wagons
Where You and Yours
Are being attacked
By the lizard minded
And the monkey minded
Tribes
Where one Stands Alone
Everything uprooted
Everything
One once knew
We move
Forward
One Becomes
A Pioneer
In this wilderness
Of frequencies
In Life
One will be
Tested
Within the circle
Of the wagons
Where You and Yours
Are being attacked
By the lizard minded
And the monkey minded
Tribes
Where one Stands Alone
Everything uprooted
Everything
One once knew
We move
Forward
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#philosophical
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Needles
As one
Allows
The tracks
To Grow
The more
Savage
Becomes
Your world
And the Way
Back
Home
Psychologicaly
Will Be Hell
Allows
The tracks
To Grow
The more
Savage
Becomes
Your world
And the Way
Back
Home
Psychologicaly
Will Be Hell
#TruthOfLife
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Conversations
Stay low
Stay
Silent
Until
It is time
To express
The researched thoughts
That You Care About
Stay
Silent
Until
It is time
To express
The researched thoughts
That You Care About
#honesty
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All. You Gotta Do
One has no need
Of planning
Every step
One's Thoughts
One's intentions
One's
Imagination
Has already
Made it so
All you gotta do
Is let it go
While Unconsciously
Moving
Towards It
Of planning
Every step
One's Thoughts
One's intentions
One's
Imagination
Has already
Made it so
All you gotta do
Is let it go
While Unconsciously
Moving
Towards It
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#philosophical
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waiting for you
mercy dressed in old
rags, dirty beard, greasy
hands begging for
a half pence
misery loves company
and sends out invites,
puts a dozen kegs on ice
then opens the doors to
angst and desolation
the pied piper is joyless
the rats have discovered
grind core
my dear love
kiss murder goodbye
and look for something
far more discrete
like a shopping spree in
Paris
while you sing your whiplash, ...
rags, dirty beard, greasy
hands begging for
a half pence
misery loves company
and sends out invites,
puts a dozen kegs on ice
then opens the doors to
angst and desolation
the pied piper is joyless
the rats have discovered
grind core
my dear love
kiss murder goodbye
and look for something
far more discrete
like a shopping spree in
Paris
while you sing your whiplash, ...
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#UnrequitedLove
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never let them...
never let them see
a teardrop in the
corner of you eye
never let them
catch that lump
forming in your
throat
don't give the
bastards the
satisfaction
never let them
know your insides
are shaking like
some poisonous
mass of jelly
never let them see
the sweat forming
on your forehead
play it all close to
the vest
keep your cards
hidden
make them guess
about your next
move
and when they
think that you
are...
a teardrop in the
corner of you eye
never let them
catch that lump
forming in your
throat
don't give the
bastards the
satisfaction
never let them
know your insides
are shaking like
some poisonous
mass of jelly
never let them see
the sweat forming
on your forehead
play it all close to
the vest
keep your cards
hidden
make them guess
about your next
move
and when they
think that you
are...
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#determination
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The beauty of the Moroccan desert
A place of no traffic except
for the sounds of the wind
singing to the sand.
A scene of perfect creation
Sitting it all it's natural beauty
A sunset glow of soft layers of sand
Perfectly design the desert's land.
It's ripple layers fall into place as though
It was a man made painting, but
yet it's not, it is the wind that kisses
The sand displaying the love of nature
It's all it's glory.
It would be a blessing to the eyes
and mind to witness such a pleasant
scene of nauture's love.
for the sounds of the wind
singing to the sand.
A scene of perfect creation
Sitting it all it's natural beauty
A sunset glow of soft layers of sand
Perfectly design the desert's land.
It's ripple layers fall into place as though
It was a man made painting, but
yet it's not, it is the wind that kisses
The sand displaying the love of nature
It's all it's glory.
It would be a blessing to the eyes
and mind to witness such a pleasant
scene of nauture's love.
#summer
#night
#admiration
#passion
#desert
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