Anger Poems Seeking Honest Critique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about angst, activism and hate
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Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 4:19pm
2nd Dec 2021 4:19pm
An intellectual
Five French writers have resigned as jurors from a literary prize inspired by Marcel Proust because of rape and sexual assault claims made against its chairman, a well-known television presenter." - The Times, December 02 2021
An intellectual
is someone who
sits on a panel and
tells you it's okay
to have sex with children
so long as you write lots of books
that no one wants to read.
An intellectual
is someone who
sits on a panel and
tells you it's okay
to have sex with children
so long as you write lots of books
that no one wants to read.
#unicorns
29 reads
4 Comments
drone
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 11:34am
2nd Dec 2021 11:34am
Restrictions
What You see
Is what you choose
Without compromise
To see
What You
Believe
Is what you choose
To believe
Without Compromising
What Your Circle
Believes
For all what you See
Is just your own
Restricted reflections
Of your Own
Restricted Conclusions
Of How
To Live
Your Life
Is what you choose
Without compromise
To see
What You
Believe
Is what you choose
To believe
Without Compromising
What Your Circle
Believes
For all what you See
Is just your own
Restricted reflections
Of your Own
Restricted Conclusions
Of How
To Live
Your Life
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#philosophical
20 reads
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Jermainesplain
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 1:40am
2nd Dec 2021 1:40am
Deep Underground Poetry Is Racist
I see you…
Hiding behind your buzzwords:
Inclusivity
Diversity
Are these our allies?
Caucasian Jesus with his thorny crown?
A black man stands up to a white stalker
And he’s struck down
“Back to the fields, jiggaboo”
Yeah, I see you…
White men telling me what Black Lives Matter would think of me?
How nice of you to explain what it means to be black to me
What don’t I see?
What you’re really saying is: I like them blackies just fine
So long as they ain’t too uppity
...
Hiding behind your buzzwords:
Inclusivity
Diversity
Are these our allies?
Caucasian Jesus with his thorny crown?
A black man stands up to a white stalker
And he’s struck down
“Back to the fields, jiggaboo”
Yeah, I see you…
White men telling me what Black Lives Matter would think of me?
How nice of you to explain what it means to be black to me
What don’t I see?
What you’re really saying is: I like them blackies just fine
So long as they ain’t too uppity
...
#racism
#WritingPoetry
56 reads
2 Comments
applepieand_books
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 4:13am
1st Dec 2021 4:13am
It Was Supposed to Be Me
It was supposed to be me,
But you had to pay.
Everyone says otherwise,
But I'm the one to blame.
Each slit of my wrist is there
To carry your pain.
Maybe that will make it right,
But I"m still here thinking:
It should've been me.
But you had to pay.
Everyone says otherwise,
But I'm the one to blame.
Each slit of my wrist is there
To carry your pain.
Maybe that will make it right,
But I"m still here thinking:
It should've been me.
#regret
#SelfHarm
#suicide
41 reads
2 Comments
Lament4GenX
Donovan C.
Donovan C.
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 1:47pm
30th Nov 2021 1:47pm
Drained
My words were not heard
Nor were they read
But people will ask
For the reason I bled
From out of my wrist
A crimson liquid flows
And at my feet
A red puddle grows
I begged and pleaded
Nobody listened to me
So I suffered in silence
Suffered in misery
My so called friends
Have moved on in life
Leaving me behind
With a razor sharp knife
But maybe to them
I was just dead weight
Or maybe I was someone
They just grew to hate
I've lost so much ...
Nor were they read
But people will ask
For the reason I bled
From out of my wrist
A crimson liquid flows
And at my feet
A red puddle grows
I begged and pleaded
Nobody listened to me
So I suffered in silence
Suffered in misery
My so called friends
Have moved on in life
Leaving me behind
With a razor sharp knife
But maybe to them
I was just dead weight
Or maybe I was someone
They just grew to hate
I've lost so much ...
#sadness
#anger
#grief
#despair
#disappointment
42 reads
2 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 3:56pm
29th Nov 2021 3:56pm
… pressure for measure
just five pounds
is all it takes,
to end a life,
to make hearts break,
from life to death
is the measure,
with five pounds,
of index pressure.
is all it takes,
to end a life,
to make hearts break,
from life to death
is the measure,
with five pounds,
of index pressure.
#corruption
#murder
#death
#GunControl
#greed
40 reads
2 Comments
drone
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 10:25am
29th Nov 2021 10:25am
The Little Things
The little Things
Always
Have a nasty habit
Of ganging up
To become
Big Things
No matter one's
Circumstances
No matter what
One feels
They will change
Merge
Morph
Into things
That will batter You
Psychologically
And Phiscaly
Until you bleed
And as one's
Frustration
Becomes conected
With a blood soaked
Needle and thread
To one's
Regrets
One will finally
Understand
The true meaning
Of those words
The Little Things
In one's Life
That...
Always
Have a nasty habit
Of ganging up
To become
Big Things
No matter one's
Circumstances
No matter what
One feels
They will change
Merge
Morph
Into things
That will batter You
Psychologically
And Phiscaly
Until you bleed
And as one's
Frustration
Becomes conected
With a blood soaked
Needle and thread
To one's
Regrets
One will finally
Understand
The true meaning
Of those words
The Little Things
In one's Life
That...
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#SelfReflection
25 reads
2 Comments
TezNstyn
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 8:31am
29th Nov 2021 8:31am
God's spell check
If God spell checked our existence.. we'd be giving a lifelong penance.. how deceitful we've become without resistance.. weapons of mass destruction still remain defenseless.. alterior motivated friendships.. demons amongst our christians.. public murders breeding no witness.. deepest of breaths lungs airless.. with no moral code emotions careless.. eyes wide open still nothing to stare with.. handed bifocals and still impaired it.. full of life and still disparaged.. on a trip to hell and locked in the carriage..
#spiritual
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drone
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 11:55am
27th Nov 2021 11:55am
Biohacking
We're living in
A civilizied
Soiciety
So we say
Where more and more
Families
Desperate Honest
People
Are turning to
And learning from
Biohackers
In a Desperate Bid
To Save
Their Dying Children
We're living in
A civilizied world
So the ignorant
Say
Where profits
Before
Your children
Has become
The Civilizied Way
A civilizied
Soiciety
So we say
Where more and more
Families
Desperate Honest
People
Are turning to
And learning from
Biohackers
In a Desperate Bid
To Save
Their Dying Children
We're living in
A civilizied world
So the ignorant
Say
Where profits
Before
Your children
Has become
The Civilizied Way
#betrayal
#TruthOfLife
#honesty #choices
#honesty #choices
24 reads
2 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 3:17am
27th Nov 2021 3:17am
Dead Dog Groomer
Everything comes full circle
At war with yourself
Projecting insecurity
Externalize your battle
As you treat me like your enemy
There’s nothing that enchants
Quite like the romance of tragedy
When your scars are cadence
To the filter of your sanity
Indulge your delusion
As I embody your devil
Traps set of bitterness
I won’t stoop to your level
You won’t let this dead dog lie
Play fetch with the corpse
As you fashion your alibi
Guiltless for your pride
You kill us to defend
Is all I ever...
At war with yourself
Projecting insecurity
Externalize your battle
As you treat me like your enemy
There’s nothing that enchants
Quite like the romance of tragedy
When your scars are cadence
To the filter of your sanity
Indulge your delusion
As I embody your devil
Traps set of bitterness
I won’t stoop to your level
You won’t let this dead dog lie
Play fetch with the corpse
As you fashion your alibi
Guiltless for your pride
You kill us to defend
Is all I ever...
#love
#hate
#family
#betrayal
#memories
37 reads
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mysteriouslady
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 11:40pm
26th Nov 2021 11:40pm
Not all mothers were created equal
Not all mothers were created equal
some are the best
yet some are horrible
Some could give a fuck less about you and your family
while others fawn all over their own flesh and blood
I have not been that lucky
So when I see these things on social media
"youre lucky if you still talk to your mom"
I immediately feel PTSD
Not all mothers were created equal
I feel zero guilt
zero shame
she made her choices
What kind of "mother" sends a Christmas card to her granddaughters
spewing inside said card in...
some are the best
yet some are horrible
Some could give a fuck less about you and your family
while others fawn all over their own flesh and blood
I have not been that lucky
So when I see these things on social media
"youre lucky if you still talk to your mom"
I immediately feel PTSD
Not all mothers were created equal
I feel zero guilt
zero shame
she made her choices
What kind of "mother" sends a Christmas card to her granddaughters
spewing inside said card in...
#family
#abuse
#PTSD
51 reads
4 Comments
drone
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 10:27am
24th Nov 2021 10:27am
Shallow Infomation
One Wonders
sometimes
With all these different
Puddles
Of information
How many people
have Crawled Out
Of these puddles
and into the ponds
Of infomation
Where they will be tested
At their borders
Of their beliefs
It will be
Savage
The Psychological war
Within
To acknowledge
Their
Independence
Or to cave in
To their
Damaged Pride
That Demands they leave
And go back
to what they know
In their comfort zone
One Wonders sometimes
How many people ...
sometimes
With all these different
Puddles
Of information
How many people
have Crawled Out
Of these puddles
and into the ponds
Of infomation
Where they will be tested
At their borders
Of their beliefs
It will be
Savage
The Psychological war
Within
To acknowledge
Their
Independence
Or to cave in
To their
Damaged Pride
That Demands they leave
And go back
to what they know
In their comfort zone
One Wonders sometimes
How many people ...
#honesty
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