Anger Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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poetrician
Poem Published
Today 9:43am
Today 9:43am
bewildered
there’s a reason our insides spoil and churn
why gentle souls bewilder
how turmoil is spun
how we acquiesce and resolve dissonance
with cancerous logic
that twists words into barbs
scrapping at our tender bellies
bleeding all the angels crying from abuse
leaving carcasses sucked dry
littering fields and streets
with marrow-less shells and empty skulls
winning is a disease
and joy is tethered and contorted
into ottomans for dirty boots
why gentle souls bewilder
how turmoil is spun
how we acquiesce and resolve dissonance
with cancerous logic
that twists words into barbs
scrapping at our tender bellies
bleeding all the angels crying from abuse
leaving carcasses sucked dry
littering fields and streets
with marrow-less shells and empty skulls
winning is a disease
and joy is tethered and contorted
into ottomans for dirty boots
#anger
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fiveamtuesday
Poem Published
Today 1:45am
Today 1:45am
Inequality
What constitutes as new grounds?
When are we doomed to repeat the past?
These catastrophes happening
Aren’t a matter of happenstances,
It’s a war being waged by the classes.
Can you blame us though,
For being born into a system of lame
Institutionalized poverty and racism?
No.
This is a first world country,
Running laps across the hemisphere,
Yet somehow, and let me make this clear,
Fifty individuals are allowed to determine how the other seven billion feel?
Truth be told,
What the fuck can we do?
The very...
When are we doomed to repeat the past?
These catastrophes happening
Aren’t a matter of happenstances,
It’s a war being waged by the classes.
Can you blame us though,
For being born into a system of lame
Institutionalized poverty and racism?
No.
This is a first world country,
Running laps across the hemisphere,
Yet somehow, and let me make this clear,
Fifty individuals are allowed to determine how the other seven billion feel?
Truth be told,
What the fuck can we do?
The very...
#corruption
#politics
#humankind
#greed
#inequality
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ClearmindedVillain
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:47am
Yesterday 00:47am
Single Stampede Of Pure Hell (modern day berserker)
Fueled by a lack of normal expressions.
No words can come out at once to explain the pain of a burning athlete’s passion.
No worries of a good or bad outcome.
Those not afraid to lose are dangerous.
Rage forward with the heart of a berserker.
What’s inside will hurt the aggressor more then anyone.
Fights are like paintings.
Expressions are painted on opponents and all those who constantly doubt him.
Audiences peer at what they deem as violence.
Pushing the limits with a barrage of acts that make him violent.
Honestly is silent.
Don’t...
No words can come out at once to explain the pain of a burning athlete’s passion.
No worries of a good or bad outcome.
Those not afraid to lose are dangerous.
Rage forward with the heart of a berserker.
What’s inside will hurt the aggressor more then anyone.
Fights are like paintings.
Expressions are painted on opponents and all those who constantly doubt him.
Audiences peer at what they deem as violence.
Pushing the limits with a barrage of acts that make him violent.
Honestly is silent.
Don’t...
#anger
#courage
#violence
#misunderstood
#heroic
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Emotional_Esther
Esther...
Esther...
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:07pm
Yesterday 5:07pm
Lover Boy
Lover Boy I have a couple of things i need to say
I know you don't care you just wanted something risky
All I'll ever be to you is a little side show display
Just a piece of ass for you to get frisky
I am only here for you to be occupied
At least until your girlfriend dies
So why me? Was every other girl non-qualified
And now here I lay in my own surprise
I should've just left well enough alone
I should've just said no
Now I lie awake at night just staring at my phone
Waiting on a text from you to bring me out of my low
I know you don't care you just wanted something risky
All I'll ever be to you is a little side show display
Just a piece of ass for you to get frisky
I am only here for you to be occupied
At least until your girlfriend dies
So why me? Was every other girl non-qualified
And now here I lay in my own surprise
I should've just left well enough alone
I should've just said no
Now I lie awake at night just staring at my phone
Waiting on a text from you to bring me out of my low
#anger
#hate
#heartbroken
#betrayal
#disappointment
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JWAthepsycho
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:20am
Yesterday 9:20am
Prepare for war
#FreeVerse
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atkfrostyatk
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 12:39pm
7th Jul 2020 12:39pm
Walls
I hear voices around me
Their anger and hate surround me
At times it seems they control me
They force their way in so slowly
Sometimes they seem to make sense
They say to cause pain and relieve my stress
If you really listen these walls talk
I can hear them wherever I walk
Everyday they grow louder and speak more truth
With every word it seems I have less to lose
If you can't hear you'd think me insane
But I alone have seen their pain
If you look real close you can see how deep
From the cracks in the walls you can see them...
Their anger and hate surround me
At times it seems they control me
They force their way in so slowly
Sometimes they seem to make sense
They say to cause pain and relieve my stress
If you really listen these walls talk
I can hear them wherever I walk
Everyday they grow louder and speak more truth
With every word it seems I have less to lose
If you can't hear you'd think me insane
But I alone have seen their pain
If you look real close you can see how deep
From the cracks in the walls you can see them...
#depression
#bipolar
#PTSD
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 6:10am
6th Jul 2020 6:10am
Masks Correct Immoral Pro-Choice Ideas
If we can wear masks
to save the innocent
“My body my choice”
is immature theatre fire
...and wicked perversion
Abortion is obsolete
to save the innocent
“My body my choice”
is immature theatre fire
...and wicked perversion
Abortion is obsolete
#hope
#birth
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5 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 6:52pm
5th Jul 2020 6:52pm
Untitled
Keep your morality to yourself
You are no judge to impose labels.
Clean yourself of your insecurity and jealousy
So you don't have to put on your mask
My life is my responsibility and I do not answer to anyone
I live my life at my own terms
If you do not know me do not assume that you know my intentions
I have nothing to hide
I'm flawed and have done mistakes
But that do not define me and my entire being
So keep your self righteousness with you
You are no saint
You can put on many layers of mask
But who you...
You are no judge to impose labels.
Clean yourself of your insecurity and jealousy
So you don't have to put on your mask
My life is my responsibility and I do not answer to anyone
I live my life at my own terms
If you do not know me do not assume that you know my intentions
I have nothing to hide
I'm flawed and have done mistakes
But that do not define me and my entire being
So keep your self righteousness with you
You are no saint
You can put on many layers of mask
But who you...
#morality
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11 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 6:56pm
4th Jul 2020 6:56pm
GET A GRIP
Get a grip
I yelled to you
Before you threw
Yourself at me
Get a grip
I silently tell
Protective hands
You bruised and battered
I yelled to you
Before you threw
Yourself at me
Get a grip
I silently tell
Protective hands
You bruised and battered
#abuse
#bullying
#hurt #DomesticViolence
#hurt #DomesticViolence
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 6:39pm
4th Jul 2020 6:39pm
ECHOES
The backs of my hands
Know your balled-up anger
Better than the back (or inside)
Of my head
Thankfully,
Though their echoes
Won’t let me
Forget:
Everything I try to hold
Threatens to fall through
My weakened
Clasp.
Know your balled-up anger
Better than the back (or inside)
Of my head
Thankfully,
Though their echoes
Won’t let me
Forget:
Everything I try to hold
Threatens to fall through
My weakened
Clasp.
#abuse
#bullying
#hurt #DomesticViolence
#hurt #DomesticViolence
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cabcool
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 6:09am
3rd Jul 2020 6:09am
birdlife
Birdlife matters: God sees the tiny sparrow where it falls.
Black lives matter: God hears the bruised, the broken, when he calls.—cab
nor shall you hear my song,
you infidel,
though all my days prolong
you in this hell.
no descant shall be formed
upon my tongue
though all my sense were charmed
and from me flung.
this caged bird does not sing
to entertain
the likes of prince or king
or chamberlain;
may silence me consume
till I am dead,
before, in this dark room,
your ears are fed.
what...
Black lives matter: God hears the bruised, the broken, when he calls.—cab
nor shall you hear my song,
you infidel,
though all my days prolong
you in this hell.
no descant shall be formed
upon my tongue
though all my sense were charmed
and from me flung.
this caged bird does not sing
to entertain
the likes of prince or king
or chamberlain;
may silence me consume
till I am dead,
before, in this dark room,
your ears are fed.
what...
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#prison
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
26 reads
1 Comment
Anarchitect
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 8:51pm
30th Jun 2020 8:51pm
Bill Ionaire Gates
is an evil, poor excuse of a man---
I HATES, I HATES him!
Him I HATES!
Until he gets his just desserts
I can't WAITS, I can't
fucking WAITS!
So much pain and suffering
he's inflicted on the world
never takes responsibility for the hurts
Don't get the wrong impression---
I'm not the least bit jealous
I couldn't give a goddamn gigahertz
There's something about the man
that rubs me raw --- grinds me gritty ...
I HATES, I HATES him!
Him I HATES!
Until he gets his just desserts
I can't WAITS, I can't
fucking WAITS!
So much pain and suffering
he's inflicted on the world
never takes responsibility for the hurts
Don't get the wrong impression---
I'm not the least bit jealous
I couldn't give a goddamn gigahertz
There's something about the man
that rubs me raw --- grinds me gritty ...
#anger
#jealousy
#hate
#money
#frustration
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