Anger Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about angst, activism and hate
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
Today 11:32am
Today 11:32am
Myth or mythomania
Where in wind swayed ways
may you lift from branches
to grow a compass from compassion
these muddy banks where once
a home rooted in undead soil
snail skinned oxygen eyed
plasticised melodies begin
sinking to where upon
further deeper
a man grows
these inner surfaces
an iris for an eye
he turns on the water tap
dreams within steam
from a kettle
where among water
he abides to peace
how Nordic fjords
reek cyanide
tourist ferries
brochures ...
may you lift from branches
to grow a compass from compassion
these muddy banks where once
a home rooted in undead soil
snail skinned oxygen eyed
plasticised melodies begin
sinking to where upon
further deeper
a man grows
these inner surfaces
an iris for an eye
he turns on the water tap
dreams within steam
from a kettle
where among water
he abides to peace
how Nordic fjords
reek cyanide
tourist ferries
brochures ...
#nature
16 reads
1 Comment
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:28pm
Yesterday 1:28pm
To The Twisted f**k in Ocala
#anger
#dark
43 reads
10 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 9:19am
12th Jan 2025 9:19am
Supervillain
1 2
1 2 3
I ain't fucking stopping
broke my soul
tarred and feathered me
because you couldn't live up to the man
inside your own head
so you decided to scheme
but I know you seen
the godliness
it scares the bejesus out of you
and it should
oh, it fucking should
I'm the Governor on the walking dead
rolling up in a tank
because heads are gonna roll
John Wick with a pencil
or maybe Heath Ledgers Joker
want to see a magic trick?
I'm sure
I'm sure
you called me every name in...
1 2 3
I ain't fucking stopping
broke my soul
tarred and feathered me
because you couldn't live up to the man
inside your own head
so you decided to scheme
but I know you seen
the godliness
it scares the bejesus out of you
and it should
oh, it fucking should
I'm the Governor on the walking dead
rolling up in a tank
because heads are gonna roll
John Wick with a pencil
or maybe Heath Ledgers Joker
want to see a magic trick?
I'm sure
I'm sure
you called me every name in...
#anger
#disappointment
67 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 6:40pm
3rd Jan 2025 6:40pm
That sly Faux news.
trump the Dem's help to stem those waged, abused,
shout down " foster trust not negativity "
with disturbing muddles of sly faux news
Forge top-dollar truths to lies to help screw
a few more pennies from proles, just like me,
trump the Dem's help to stem those waged, abused,
Suggest threats against those with unliked views
enslave folk with debt then tell them they're free
with disturbing muddles of sly faux news,
Encourage votes for folk who should be in zoos
by damning...
shout down " foster trust not negativity "
with disturbing muddles of sly faux news
Forge top-dollar truths to lies to help screw
a few more pennies from proles, just like me,
trump the Dem's help to stem those waged, abused,
Suggest threats against those with unliked views
enslave folk with debt then tell them they're free
with disturbing muddles of sly faux news,
Encourage votes for folk who should be in zoos
by damning...
#anxiety
#corruption
#money
#politics
#villanelle
54 reads
5 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 3:13am
1st Jan 2025 3:13am
Angry Little Child
Anger holds me like the ribcage holds the heart,
Like the vines strangle the trees,
Like the prison suffocates the sinner,
Like the conscience that eats at the guilty,
Like the banks enslave the river.
Taunting me to defeat,
Choking me till I can't breathe.
Like the vines strangle the trees,
Like the prison suffocates the sinner,
Like the conscience that eats at the guilty,
Like the banks enslave the river.
Taunting me to defeat,
Choking me till I can't breathe.
#anger
#frustration
63 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 2:10pm
24th Dec 2024 2:10pm
the morning
The morning
Wake me up at six, I have an appointment
with a doctor at nine
At six, at six, at six, went into my head
I could not sleep
At four, I got up and drank a glass of wine
hoped this would lull my brain and get some
sleep
The wine worked well, I woke up at eight
It's too late for the doctor now. a need a bath
with that, she went back to bed
She slept to the forenoon and scolded me
once upon a time, she had been a stewardess
wore a nice uniform, I have the photo,
but she was not an actress and could not ...
Wake me up at six, I have an appointment
with a doctor at nine
At six, at six, at six, went into my head
I could not sleep
At four, I got up and drank a glass of wine
hoped this would lull my brain and get some
sleep
The wine worked well, I woke up at eight
It's too late for the doctor now. a need a bath
with that, she went back to bed
She slept to the forenoon and scolded me
once upon a time, she had been a stewardess
wore a nice uniform, I have the photo,
but she was not an actress and could not ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
24 reads
0 Comments
Poeticking81
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 5:22pm
22nd Dec 2024 5:22pm
This poem is called If I cry alone
If I cry alone,
am I like the tree
falling in the forest?
the one that
if there's no-one to hear it
then does it make a sound?
Does pain have a voice?
Or a shape,
Or a form?
And if it does,
Is it the shape
Of a tear drop?
And if a tear drops
Where does it go?
Does it still exist?
And if pain has a voice
Is it a sob,
a cry in the dark?
And if I cry alone,
Then no-one will hear it,
And if no-one hears it
...
am I like the tree
falling in the forest?
the one that
if there's no-one to hear it
then does it make a sound?
Does pain have a voice?
Or a shape,
Or a form?
And if it does,
Is it the shape
Of a tear drop?
And if a tear drops
Where does it go?
Does it still exist?
And if pain has a voice
Is it a sob,
a cry in the dark?
And if I cry alone,
Then no-one will hear it,
And if no-one hears it
...
#abuse
#emotional
#hurt
120 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 11:25pm
15th Dec 2024 11:25pm
familial souvenirs for a past life
I want to shred your face
with my fingernails
I want you to hug me
and tell me you've always
loved me
and let all perceived sins
be forgiven
I want to forgive you
let the past float
into an ocean of new
where this blood
doesn't haunt us anymore
I want to take this pain
and shove it through your chest
and pretend like you feel
... something
I want you
to feel something
for me
that isn't blind animosity
and generational violence
I want there...
with my fingernails
I want you to hug me
and tell me you've always
loved me
and let all perceived sins
be forgiven
I want to forgive you
let the past float
into an ocean of new
where this blood
doesn't haunt us anymore
I want to take this pain
and shove it through your chest
and pretend like you feel
... something
I want you
to feel something
for me
that isn't blind animosity
and generational violence
I want there...
#anger
#betrayal
#family #heartbroken
#family #heartbroken
98 reads
5 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 1:15am
15th Dec 2024 1:15am
Child
I was a child
the brunt of jokes
too young to understand the laughter
torn between humiliation and need for attention
I was a child
defenseless, confused
too young to understand my body’s reactions
torn between shame and need for affection
I was a child
hiding, unprotected
too young to understand the rage was not my fault
torn between fear and need for acceptance
I was a child
hurt, neglected
too young
torn
I was a child.
.
the brunt of jokes
too young to understand the laughter
torn between humiliation and need for attention
I was a child
defenseless, confused
too young to understand my body’s reactions
torn between shame and need for affection
I was a child
hiding, unprotected
too young to understand the rage was not my fault
torn between fear and need for acceptance
I was a child
hurt, neglected
too young
torn
I was a child.
.
#abuse
#anger
#healing
146 reads
21 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 3:35am
13th Dec 2024 3:35am
Diving In
Anger and aggression arrived at the pool today as I was getting in to do some laps.
A man ( by gender only) accompanied by his pregnant partner and infant child became incensed when someone in the walking lane told them that the other pools were for parents with toddlers.
The language he used was foul,insulting and mysoginstic and repeated over and over so that all within earshot could hear.
At first I thought, as most would, that he was an utter toss pot but as I swam the black line I considered other things.
I wondered where his anger came from.Was he taught by example...
A man ( by gender only) accompanied by his pregnant partner and infant child became incensed when someone in the walking lane told them that the other pools were for parents with toddlers.
The language he used was foul,insulting and mysoginstic and repeated over and over so that all within earshot could hear.
At first I thought, as most would, that he was an utter toss pot but as I swam the black line I considered other things.
I wondered where his anger came from.Was he taught by example...
#anger
#hate
34 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 2:50pm
8th Dec 2024 2:50pm
Behind my Mask
Behind my mask that grins and hides
the truths that I am terrified,
though people think I'm speaking clear
tis just my teeth chattering fear
to again unbe a faceless thing no one has eyed...
I didn't Be before arrived
I shan't Be beyond that Great Divide,
when my face wears death's toothy lear
where my blind eyes shed no more tears
Behind my mask.
So I act as if normalised
but see the...
the truths that I am terrified,
though people think I'm speaking clear
tis just my teeth chattering fear
to again unbe a faceless thing no one has eyed...
I didn't Be before arrived
I shan't Be beyond that Great Divide,
when my face wears death's toothy lear
where my blind eyes shed no more tears
Behind my mask.
So I act as if normalised
but see the...
#rhyming
96 reads
5 Comments
Ashriyon
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
In the Shadow of Stars
When I looked up at the endless night,
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
#childhood
#death
#LookingForLove
#memories
#separation
131 reads
0 Comments
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