Anger Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about angst, activism and hate
Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
screams4you
ForestFae98
ForestFae98
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:45am
Yesterday 3:45am
Endless Thoughts
The endless thoughts that circle my head.
Bubbly up emotions I try so hard to repressed.
Needing to scream, shout, yell, cry. Something. Anything, other than sitting just sitting here.
With these thoughts and feelings.
The restless feeling that consumes me
My mind racing, as well as my heart.
The need to be moving, cleaning, organizing, or smoking. Anything but to sit here feeling the pain and anger as it tries to consume me.
Making rash decisions.
Leaving me in a shell, trapped in my own maddness
As the anger burns everything within and...
Bubbly up emotions I try so hard to repressed.
Needing to scream, shout, yell, cry. Something. Anything, other than sitting just sitting here.
With these thoughts and feelings.
The restless feeling that consumes me
My mind racing, as well as my heart.
The need to be moving, cleaning, organizing, or smoking. Anything but to sit here feeling the pain and anger as it tries to consume me.
Making rash decisions.
Leaving me in a shell, trapped in my own maddness
As the anger burns everything within and...
#hate
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screams4you
ForestFae98
ForestFae98
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:15am
Yesterday 2:15am
Stolen
The time you have stolen from me.
The pain that you caused.
The cells, the tissues, that may repair and heal over time. But the years, the time that were stolen from me. You took my whole life, so now you owe me yours.
The time I have spent in agony because of you
And the choices you decide to make...
You stole the magic that swrilled & danced within me
You stole my sanity, my own free will
You stole what made me, myself
You took my light. My happiness. My will to live.
The pain that you caused.
The cells, the tissues, that may repair and heal over time. But the years, the time that were stolen from me. You took my whole life, so now you owe me yours.
The time I have spent in agony because of you
And the choices you decide to make...
You stole the magic that swrilled & danced within me
You stole my sanity, my own free will
You stole what made me, myself
You took my light. My happiness. My will to live.
#abuse
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1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 3:05am
6th Apr 2025 3:05am
egg shells for you
We break porcelain eggshells
leave shards on the floor
slice through the skin of our feet
as we walk around each other
fighters
bloodied and bruised
I hide
you follow
I lock the door
you wait
mouth full of knives
hell is waiting on the other side
I'm the problem
you're the problem
we're the problem
everything is always
someone else fault
We try to speak
but no one is listening
you talk over me
I talk over you
you hate it when I yell
I hate it when...
leave shards on the floor
slice through the skin of our feet
as we walk around each other
fighters
bloodied and bruised
I hide
you follow
I lock the door
you wait
mouth full of knives
hell is waiting on the other side
I'm the problem
you're the problem
we're the problem
everything is always
someone else fault
We try to speak
but no one is listening
you talk over me
I talk over you
you hate it when I yell
I hate it when...
#abuse
#anger
#manipulation #relationships
#manipulation #relationships
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6 Comments
PencilScribbles
Scribbles
Scribbles
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 3:01am
4th Apr 2025 3:01am
Give (Unpublished Draft #7, November 17, 2019)
Give, give, give.
Give until it bleeds,
Give until you have nothing left.
Give until their wells are full,
and yours is not.
Give your soul, your time, your life.
Give it all.
Give until the only thing left to share
is the darkness that you seek refuge in.
That is when they will disappear.
Give until it bleeds,
Give until you have nothing left.
Give until their wells are full,
and yours is not.
Give your soul, your time, your life.
Give it all.
Give until the only thing left to share
is the darkness that you seek refuge in.
That is when they will disappear.
#frustration
#sadness
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PencilScribbles
Scribbles
Scribbles
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 12:15pm
3rd Apr 2025 12:15pm
Dust Clouds (Unpublished Draft #4, Feb 22, 2020)
Honesty,
not perfection,
Is all that I ask.
Regardless of how ugly the truth is,
Lie to everyone else,
But never to me.
If not, what will be left
when the smoke clears?
Dust.
not perfection,
Is all that I ask.
Regardless of how ugly the truth is,
Lie to everyone else,
But never to me.
If not, what will be left
when the smoke clears?
Dust.
#disappointment
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1 Comment
Poeticking81
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 11:48am
2nd Apr 2025 11:48am
This poem is called I Can't
I Can't
I can't tell you how I really feel. You'll just get mad and yell.
I can't do the things I really want. You cop an attitude.
I can't feel things the way I really do. It hurts too much.
I can't talk to you about my dreams. I had to give them up.
I can't cut or dye my hair with out you getting mad.
I can't be free to make my own choices, you don't like them.
I can't see the light; your darkness is too over-powering.
I can't live like I want, you criticize what I do.
I can't ask questions, you say I don't listen and ask “what kind of stupid...
I can't tell you how I really feel. You'll just get mad and yell.
I can't do the things I really want. You cop an attitude.
I can't feel things the way I really do. It hurts too much.
I can't talk to you about my dreams. I had to give them up.
I can't cut or dye my hair with out you getting mad.
I can't be free to make my own choices, you don't like them.
I can't see the light; your darkness is too over-powering.
I can't live like I want, you criticize what I do.
I can't ask questions, you say I don't listen and ask “what kind of stupid...
#abuse
#hurt
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 8:55am
2nd Mar 2025 8:55am
Stupid Motherf**ker Apocalypse
everyone walks around like a zombie
but it is me screaming brains! brains!
where the fuck are the brains!?
seems one day became today
thinking we're too late
it's the stupid motherfucker apocalypse!
we've heard about them
even seen them around
the stupid and hateful
we didn't think much of them
laughed them off as a joke
little did we know
the stupidity was spreading
the headline read Hillary lost
a reality TV star won
oh well
what's the worst that could happen?
a few years passed
now we have a...
but it is me screaming brains! brains!
where the fuck are the brains!?
seems one day became today
thinking we're too late
it's the stupid motherfucker apocalypse!
we've heard about them
even seen them around
the stupid and hateful
we didn't think much of them
laughed them off as a joke
little did we know
the stupidity was spreading
the headline read Hillary lost
a reality TV star won
oh well
what's the worst that could happen?
a few years passed
now we have a...
#anger
#corruption
#politics
175 reads
3 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 11:54pm
19th Feb 2025 11:54pm
Inconsistencies in Truths Whispered but not Heard
The means
To
Your
Madness
Is the
Idea
That I asked
For
This
I am
Overflowing
Purposely
Drained and
Broken in
And yet
Still
Upright
Cognizant
Of the
Wasted
Effort that
Laps at
My
Fingers
And nurses
It’s wound
On my
Chest
I did not
In truth
Ask for this
Not when I know how warm the weather is after the rain
So
When I
Find Myself
Running
After
You
As...
To
Your
Madness
Is the
Idea
That I asked
For
This
I am
Overflowing
Purposely
Drained and
Broken in
And yet
Still
Upright
Cognizant
Of the
Wasted
Effort that
Laps at
My
Fingers
And nurses
It’s wound
On my
Chest
I did not
In truth
Ask for this
Not when I know how warm the weather is after the rain
So
When I
Find Myself
Running
After
You
As...
#anger
#frustration
141 reads
2 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 1:54am
18th Feb 2025 1:54am
How Many Times
That bastard sun shines down
Upon my porcelain heart
Ready to break
At any instant
A blackhole once loved
Leaves me defiant
Sinking in this whirlpool
Left deaf by the cuckoo
Always roaring
With that inner voice
The tragedy called life
Leaves a simple choice
Upon my porcelain heart
Ready to break
At any instant
A blackhole once loved
Leaves me defiant
Sinking in this whirlpool
Left deaf by the cuckoo
Always roaring
With that inner voice
The tragedy called life
Leaves a simple choice
#dark
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#frustration
#LifeStruggles
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0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 10:31pm
9th Feb 2025 10:31pm
you're just a stain, not a picture
You walk in
get under my skin
come on, manipulate me, boy
My soul still crawls with the memories
of when you tried to take a bite
how did I taste, boy?
was it fucking worth it?
how does shame feel, now, boy?
has it been so long you forgot?
Did you want to break me?
(I think you wanted to break me)
'cause you didn't break me
I've been murdered
by more skilled lovers than you
and your memory is more
of a shit stain
than a tortured work of art
You walk in
get under my skin ...
get under my skin
come on, manipulate me, boy
My soul still crawls with the memories
of when you tried to take a bite
how did I taste, boy?
was it fucking worth it?
how does shame feel, now, boy?
has it been so long you forgot?
Did you want to break me?
(I think you wanted to break me)
'cause you didn't break me
I've been murdered
by more skilled lovers than you
and your memory is more
of a shit stain
than a tortured work of art
You walk in
get under my skin ...
#anger
#betrayal
#hurt
208 reads
5 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 7:26pm
3rd Feb 2025 7:26pm
Young and beautiful
Your face haunts me
How can death touch beautiful things.
How can death touch beautiful things.
#death
113 reads
7 Comments
Da_kwesta
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:43am
28th Jan 2025 9:43am
Rotting Brothers in the Congo Jungle
They sent our brothers into a war
not ours to fight, not ours to win,
into a jungle that whispers screams
where shadows swallow names.
A place where the earth drinks blood,
the soil too tired to weep anymore,
and the trees grow twisted with grief,
branches like arms that can’t hold them.
Mothers’ prayers travel miles,
but the wind is cruel—it drops them
in the dust of forgotten roads,
never reaching their sons’ ears.
Their bodies lie in a foreign tongue,
their bones writing poetry the world won’t read. ...
not ours to fight, not ours to win,
into a jungle that whispers screams
where shadows swallow names.
A place where the earth drinks blood,
the soil too tired to weep anymore,
and the trees grow twisted with grief,
branches like arms that can’t hold them.
Mothers’ prayers travel miles,
but the wind is cruel—it drops them
in the dust of forgotten roads,
never reaching their sons’ ears.
Their bodies lie in a foreign tongue,
their bones writing poetry the world won’t read. ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#grief
#heartbroken
133 reads
4 Comments
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