Anger Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry about angst, activism and hate - Honest critique has been requested for these poems. Want to learn the art of critique? Join our Honestly Crafted Critique group.
Billy_Snagg
Snaggys back
Snaggys back
Poem Published
Today 7:21pm
Today 7:21pm
A Million Miles Away
Sitting across the table from you,
Still, we were only a few feet apart;
But a million miles away it seemed,
What can I say, I don't want to stay!
I wanna wake up somewhere else,
Somewhere different, not by myself.
Tired of getting nowhere fast,
Knowing already this love has passed.
I wanna travel a different direction,
A direction that ultimately leads to freedom.
I'm ready to break down all my constraints -
Restrictions that forcibly held me back.
I'm moving away, somewhere I can stay,
Picturing myself out...
Still, we were only a few feet apart;
But a million miles away it seemed,
What can I say, I don't want to stay!
I wanna wake up somewhere else,
Somewhere different, not by myself.
Tired of getting nowhere fast,
Knowing already this love has passed.
I wanna travel a different direction,
A direction that ultimately leads to freedom.
I'm ready to break down all my constraints -
Restrictions that forcibly held me back.
I'm moving away, somewhere I can stay,
Picturing myself out...
#loneliness
#frustration
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
10 reads
0 Comments
gateunder
Poem Published
Today 1:10pm
Today 1:10pm
call for curb on wild animals kept at home findings from born free foundation
call for curb on wild animals kept at home findings from born free foundation 21.07.18
it was a tiny peace
but still have to share
acting on behalf of born free police
going to highlight ones self as extremely rare.
some have animals
don't head shake
not necessarily huge mammals
lots alive others collect skin of snake.
going to deliver a scorcher
on this issue no buffering
just like the village and poetry torture
eventually we have to end suffering.
we do need stricter licencing
current laws are flawed
dr chris...
it was a tiny peace
but still have to share
acting on behalf of born free police
going to highlight ones self as extremely rare.
some have animals
don't head shake
not necessarily huge mammals
lots alive others collect skin of snake.
going to deliver a scorcher
on this issue no buffering
just like the village and poetry torture
eventually we have to end suffering.
we do need stricter licencing
current laws are flawed
dr chris...
#animals
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0 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:21am
Yesterday 00:21am
A Mother's Nightmare
Her blonde fro glowed letting the whole world know
That she's nappy and happy and unafraid to let it show
She knows that she's shining as bright as the sun
And that she's also the envy of almost everyone
Her young son is looked at with disdain and as a threat
Causing him immense pain even though he isn't even five yet
Considered a threat solely based off of the color of his skin
It's two thousand eighteen and the racism still has no end
So she sits contemplating on how to keep him safe
The thought of losing him makes her heart feel...
That she's nappy and happy and unafraid to let it show
She knows that she's shining as bright as the sun
And that she's also the envy of almost everyone
Her young son is looked at with disdain and as a threat
Causing him immense pain even though he isn't even five yet
Considered a threat solely based off of the color of his skin
It's two thousand eighteen and the racism still has no end
So she sits contemplating on how to keep him safe
The thought of losing him makes her heart feel...
#death
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DevlinDLC
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:24pm
Yesterday 9:24pm
ashley madison bad
I hate your poetry.
I want to morph
into
a rage of
cannibalistic ink
and consume you in the likes
of masticating Prada Piranhas
toward every letter, every word
every verse you insert right before it hits
screen pavement & pay'dirt…
I want to
bite
your dick off
take if for a stroll show it how to roll
with the bitches you fucked
in the head
leaving their moral tainted, their bodies dead
all because you said
I love you
and called them...
I want to morph
into
a rage of
cannibalistic ink
and consume you in the likes
of masticating Prada Piranhas
toward every letter, every word
every verse you insert right before it hits
screen pavement & pay'dirt…
I want to
bite
your dick off
take if for a stroll show it how to roll
with the bitches you fucked
in the head
leaving their moral tainted, their bodies dead
all because you said
I love you
and called them...
#anger
42 reads
9 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:24pm
Yesterday 2:24pm
whack
back the fuck off
you think a demon is ripping you off?
demons are dream weavers
is your imagination so weak
you need to feed your hunger on another's plate?
in your deluded mind
you are the greatest
i'll tell you I don't need anything
from your puny mortal mind
are you shaking in your boots?
I know you are
I can see you
where you sit
boo!!!
your whack in the head
this is some mad smack your talking
think my girl need ideas from you?
you must be joking ...
you think a demon is ripping you off?
demons are dream weavers
is your imagination so weak
you need to feed your hunger on another's plate?
in your deluded mind
you are the greatest
i'll tell you I don't need anything
from your puny mortal mind
are you shaking in your boots?
I know you are
I can see you
where you sit
boo!!!
your whack in the head
this is some mad smack your talking
think my girl need ideas from you?
you must be joking ...
#anger
36 reads
3 Comments
RagingFlames
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:56am
Yesterday 4:56am
Raging flames
My flames
Growing with each of your mistakes
My rage
Intensified by your lies
Your words
Like knives
Your honesty
Is it real?
The truth
You hid
The pain
You caused
His problems
Because of you
His depression
Due to lack of trust
You don't see
Blinded by lust
You never knew
How obvious
I heard
Your bullshit
I know
Your secrets
My flames
Every broken vow
My rage
Every lying breathe
Growing with each of your mistakes
My rage
Intensified by your lies
Your words
Like knives
Your honesty
Is it real?
The truth
You hid
The pain
You caused
His problems
Because of you
His depression
Due to lack of trust
You don't see
Blinded by lust
You never knew
How obvious
I heard
Your bullshit
I know
Your secrets
My flames
Every broken vow
My rage
Every lying breathe
#anger
#hate
26 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:48am
Yesterday 3:48am
deadly is the night
tense is the night
razor sharp and deadly
it screams for redemption
far from the hands of its tormentors
who with double sided mouths leak
scathing in nature
until blood boils
with no relief in sight
internal steam builds
until it's explosive
when it detonates
everyone hits the ground
looking around like what happened
they turned the music up on high
feet were set to the dance
of their choosing
looks of innocence
they wear as masks
to hold up the bank of...
razor sharp and deadly
it screams for redemption
far from the hands of its tormentors
who with double sided mouths leak
scathing in nature
until blood boils
with no relief in sight
internal steam builds
until it's explosive
when it detonates
everyone hits the ground
looking around like what happened
they turned the music up on high
feet were set to the dance
of their choosing
looks of innocence
they wear as masks
to hold up the bank of...
#anger
#dark
39 reads
10 Comments
spdred
Poem Published
18th Jul 2018 2:19pm
18th Jul 2018 2:19pm
Daughter of Saints
It feels as though I have lost my tongue.
No meters this time, no reason. no rhyme.
How funny. I've always been a liar.
(I learn from the very best--
education starts at home.)
Why I put up with my own abuse,
who can say?
Perhaps I am a fool for love.
Perhaps I still believe in blood.
Perhaps I cannot bear it anyway.
I stay.
I stay because I am not strong enough
or cruel enough
or even alive enough
to fight.
The breeze that comes each midnight
tells me always,
"You can...
No meters this time, no reason. no rhyme.
How funny. I've always been a liar.
(I learn from the very best--
education starts at home.)
Why I put up with my own abuse,
who can say?
Perhaps I am a fool for love.
Perhaps I still believe in blood.
Perhaps I cannot bear it anyway.
I stay.
I stay because I am not strong enough
or cruel enough
or even alive enough
to fight.
The breeze that comes each midnight
tells me always,
"You can...
#family
#abuse
19 reads
3 Comments
DevlinDLC
Poem Published
15th Jul 2018 7:16pm
15th Jul 2018 7:16pm
do I look-f**king-pretty?
fist'verse: do I look pretty?
or does my face look gritty?
maybe it's just the
cosmetic waste in an anthrax'd
laced plant or maybe it's
something found in a drugstore
around the corner of a liquor store
on cell block 9, bunk 2, section 8
under the bill of fight for what isn't right?
I think I need to self-abort
erase myself from outer space
and let the aliens sort me out;
probe my girlie wombs, pull the cotton strings
from the discarded tampons hemmed behind my hymen,
un'broken film still attached
just enough to...
or does my face look gritty?
maybe it's just the
cosmetic waste in an anthrax'd
laced plant or maybe it's
something found in a drugstore
around the corner of a liquor store
on cell block 9, bunk 2, section 8
under the bill of fight for what isn't right?
I think I need to self-abort
erase myself from outer space
and let the aliens sort me out;
probe my girlie wombs, pull the cotton strings
from the discarded tampons hemmed behind my hymen,
un'broken film still attached
just enough to...
#anger
61 reads
8 Comments
Spanker
Poem Published
14th Jul 2018 10:11am
14th Jul 2018 10:11am
Just Thinking About It
I've been thinking
About retirement
Glorious thoughts indeed
And while I was thinking
I could have sworn
My hair grew ...
And turned darker
Glorious retirement
Closer to death, but no work
No more fucking farcical 9 to 5's
No more fucking bosses
Oh to own my days again
Ah, sweet retirement ...
About retirement
Glorious thoughts indeed
And while I was thinking
I could have sworn
My hair grew ...
And turned darker
Glorious retirement
Closer to death, but no work
No more fucking farcical 9 to 5's
No more fucking bosses
Oh to own my days again
Ah, sweet retirement ...
#escape
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0 Comments
Sheltialgreen
Poem Published
13th Jul 2018 9:31pm
13th Jul 2018 9:31pm
Are We Living
Are we living
No we are dying
Drug popping and pistol buying
What Kind of seeds are being sown
When taking lives become our own
Who's raising our kids
The streets of death
And the lifetime bids
Father's absence from the home
Mother's don't care they are street gone
Out searching for Mr. Wrong
Wondering what he has going on
No more talking no peace nothing left
A hard sentence of street death
Falling tears....still weeping
Sleep and still sleeping
When do we awake
From the violence of self-hate ...
No we are dying
Drug popping and pistol buying
What Kind of seeds are being sown
When taking lives become our own
Who's raising our kids
The streets of death
And the lifetime bids
Father's absence from the home
Mother's don't care they are street gone
Out searching for Mr. Wrong
Wondering what he has going on
No more talking no peace nothing left
A hard sentence of street death
Falling tears....still weeping
Sleep and still sleeping
When do we awake
From the violence of self-hate ...
#anger
#violence
#peace
#frustration
#ignorance
34 reads
0 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
13th Jul 2018 5:39am
13th Jul 2018 5:39am
Closed Fist
Division always results in less than you started with
That's why unity is symbolically pic'd as a closed fist
With an open palm we'll continue to be brutally harmed
While they continue to slap the wrist of the law with long arms
With charm, the preacher man and politician both say to remain calm
Telling us to wait for Jesus to come while singing We Shall Overcome
Come on! How long are we going to dance to the beat of their drums
Reagans trickle down effect will always cause us to ingest elitist crumbs
Looking at us as dumb dumbs for...
That's why unity is symbolically pic'd as a closed fist
With an open palm we'll continue to be brutally harmed
While they continue to slap the wrist of the law with long arms
With charm, the preacher man and politician both say to remain calm
Telling us to wait for Jesus to come while singing We Shall Overcome
Come on! How long are we going to dance to the beat of their drums
Reagans trickle down effect will always cause us to ingest elitist crumbs
Looking at us as dumb dumbs for...
#politics
#war
#religion #greed
#religion #greed
37 reads
2 Comments
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