Anger Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry about angst, activism and hate
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PurplePandas
Poem Published
Today 7:20am
Today 7:20am
Dear Dad #4
I don't understand why you left.
Do you even care about how I felt?
Why are you not here with me?
Is that where you want to be?
Why don't you care enough to come back?
Can't you just make some kind of pact?
You weren't there when I needed you.
Now you're not there for me this time too.
Why do you have to be so selfish?
I wish I could stop from feeling this.
I'm so angry that you had to go.
I'm so angry that you didn't say no.
Couldn't you have stopped it?
Couldn't you have thrown a fit?
Was I...
Do you even care about how I felt?
Why are you not here with me?
Is that where you want to be?
Why don't you care enough to come back?
Can't you just make some kind of pact?
You weren't there when I needed you.
Now you're not there for me this time too.
Why do you have to be so selfish?
I wish I could stop from feeling this.
I'm so angry that you had to go.
I'm so angry that you didn't say no.
Couldn't you have stopped it?
Couldn't you have thrown a fit?
Was I...
#grief
#death
10 reads
2 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
Today 2:22am
Today 2:22am
Slaves
Those who only conform will always be slaves
Change is only erected by those that are brave
Many in their graves have never taken a stand
Advocating for something is the epitome of a man
A man doesn't sit around as injustice is going down
He does all he can to defend the black & the brown
Pound for pound considered as the greatest threat
All around the world we're treated with disrespect
The media projects images of us as super predators
When we're Soldiers of war going on infinite tours
Kicking in the doors that they...
Change is only erected by those that are brave
Many in their graves have never taken a stand
Advocating for something is the epitome of a man
A man doesn't sit around as injustice is going down
He does all he can to defend the black & the brown
Pound for pound considered as the greatest threat
All around the world we're treated with disrespect
The media projects images of us as super predators
When we're Soldiers of war going on infinite tours
Kicking in the doors that they...
#anger
#war
#CallToAction
12 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
10th Dec 2019 7:19pm
10th Dec 2019 7:19pm
tell maya THE CAGED BIRD sings not
The caged bird sings not, but mutters its lament upon its breath;
The caged bird wings not, except to ink its feathers unto death.” —cabcool
tell maya
the caged bird
sings not
for lyrics
torn by tears
leave no room
for oxytocin
to dose on
kumbaya
the caged bird
b r i n g s not
f o r s p i r i t s
b o r n o f f e a r s
weave the g l o o m
that likes to close in
impose on
hellfire
the caged bird
clings not
for...
The caged bird wings not, except to ink its feathers unto death.” —cabcool
tell maya
the caged bird
sings not
for lyrics
torn by tears
leave no room
for oxytocin
to dose on
kumbaya
the caged bird
b r i n g s not
f o r s p i r i t s
b o r n o f f e a r s
weave the g l o o m
that likes to close in
impose on
hellfire
the caged bird
clings not
for...
#birds
#nature
#FeelingTrapped
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0 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
16th Jun 2018 3:14pm
16th Jun 2018 3:14pm
Children’s Lessons in America
Mamí talked for weeks about the trip before we got in that old truck.
She rambled on and on about the amazing, beautiful things we would discover.
She spoke of our trip, painting it all in red, white and blue.
The grand people we would meet, the sing-song languages they would speak.
About the rainbow of skin, hair and music we would discover when we arrived.
Once there, she said, we would get to eat our fill of the food in colorful packages I’d passed by so often and begged for her to buy. ...
She rambled on and on about the amazing, beautiful things we would discover.
She spoke of our trip, painting it all in red, white and blue.
The grand people we would meet, the sing-song languages they would speak.
About the rainbow of skin, hair and music we would discover when we arrived.
Once there, she said, we would get to eat our fill of the food in colorful packages I’d passed by so often and begged for her to buy. ...
#children
#politics
#CallToAction
477 reads
21 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
9th Dec 2019 6:25pm
9th Dec 2019 6:25pm
Clouds On The Ceiling
They said the sky's the limit then painted clouds on the ceiling
Studying history instead of his story has been fulfilling
Revealing the hidden details never revealed in school
Only hearing one side full of white lies just wasn't cool
Propaganda is a tool used to pull the wool over our eyes
But it's always just a matter of time before knowledge seekers rise
Opening our eyes to the varied disguises worn by the wolves
Them dirty motha*, hiding undercover, with their cloven hooves
Truth removes the veils that were hiding the hell of the...
Studying history instead of his story has been fulfilling
Revealing the hidden details never revealed in school
Only hearing one side full of white lies just wasn't cool
Propaganda is a tool used to pull the wool over our eyes
But it's always just a matter of time before knowledge seekers rise
Opening our eyes to the varied disguises worn by the wolves
Them dirty motha*, hiding undercover, with their cloven hooves
Truth removes the veils that were hiding the hell of the...
#lies
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
41 reads
5 Comments
RByron418
Poem Published
9th Dec 2019 1:04am
9th Dec 2019 1:04am
good motherf**king riddance
i'm the bloody cunt of rebellion,
grotesque in its necessity,
dumb failures forming our
Coward's mask, blue and black -
a bruise of truth that never fades -
Empty Ovum
of dead promises,
weep not now
or forever. it matters not.
Beyond
or before
this false enlightenment of
a blind narcissism.
i am Over
while you escape nowhere
but Under.
Good Motherfucking Riddance.
grotesque in its necessity,
dumb failures forming our
Coward's mask, blue and black -
a bruise of truth that never fades -
Empty Ovum
of dead promises,
weep not now
or forever. it matters not.
Beyond
or before
this false enlightenment of
a blind narcissism.
i am Over
while you escape nowhere
but Under.
Good Motherfucking Riddance.
#anger
#frustration
#disappointment #hurt
#disappointment #hurt
30 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
7th Dec 2019 5:20pm
7th Dec 2019 5:20pm
The christmas tree
I hear chant, a centerpiece that must be found
in their prime Young trees cut down
Before they reach their full grown hight
And christians stole the pagan birthright
How selfish seems this senseless act
To deny the forest for an artifact
To stand alone just in a pot
Gaudy embelishments and soon to drop
Or sprayed with gloop to make it last
A fake robin tweets at its last gasp
As we mourn whilst rain forest burn
The tree we slew its lights soon dim
For just twelve days it brings us cheer
Years to come and those...
in their prime Young trees cut down
Before they reach their full grown hight
And christians stole the pagan birthright
How selfish seems this senseless act
To deny the forest for an artifact
To stand alone just in a pot
Gaudy embelishments and soon to drop
Or sprayed with gloop to make it last
A fake robin tweets at its last gasp
As we mourn whilst rain forest burn
The tree we slew its lights soon dim
For just twelve days it brings us cheer
Years to come and those...
#ignorance
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2 Comments
De420
Poem Published
6th Dec 2019 8:15am
6th Dec 2019 8:15am
What is RESPECT!? Why give it to the fake ones while the real you neglect?
I'll respect you, but you wont offer the same, you'll neglect to
i'll protect you, but me you choose to blame, you dissect the truth
split, flip and reverse, you've been cursed with your hunger and thirst
your demons you have imbursed to guide your soul through the dirt
all the times i been there first
but you wont shed an ounce back you'll split that into thirds
in other words your respect and love is minute
payback is a mothafucka literally for me
cuz you'll rather pay back your enemies
wanting, touching their testis
for this reason my...
i'll protect you, but me you choose to blame, you dissect the truth
split, flip and reverse, you've been cursed with your hunger and thirst
your demons you have imbursed to guide your soul through the dirt
all the times i been there first
but you wont shed an ounce back you'll split that into thirds
in other words your respect and love is minute
payback is a mothafucka literally for me
cuz you'll rather pay back your enemies
wanting, touching their testis
for this reason my...
#anger
#narrative
#lyrics
#greed
#disappointment
25 reads
0 Comments
SBiscBoi
Poem Published
6th Dec 2019 4:35am
6th Dec 2019 4:35am
Anger and Fear
Alas I lay awakened at midnight
Everything dark, Everything quiet
While most would attempt and try to re-energize,
I stay here, alone and left to fantasize
Most would love to dream about Romance or Wealth or something that brings delight
But that's not the inquiries I have experienced these nights
I don't Dream about where I please to be
No, I fantasize about releasing all the anger inside
Anger is acquired, but easily released by most
They see it as normal, not very harmful to most
But even with all this anger inside of me,
I...
Everything dark, Everything quiet
While most would attempt and try to re-energize,
I stay here, alone and left to fantasize
Most would love to dream about Romance or Wealth or something that brings delight
But that's not the inquiries I have experienced these nights
I don't Dream about where I please to be
No, I fantasize about releasing all the anger inside
Anger is acquired, but easily released by most
They see it as normal, not very harmful to most
But even with all this anger inside of me,
I...
#anger
#loneliness
#violence
#insomnia
#hurt
38 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 8:49pm
5th Dec 2019 8:49pm
encagedBIRDenraged
God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.
—Jacques Deval
?
bird
encaged
f o r g o t t e n
m e l o d i e s t h a t
were your daily b r e a d
m a k e no s i l e n c e golden
for u n s p o k e n d i s s o n a n c e
buries all your hopes of f r e e d o m
are you then b e r e f t of w i s d o m
whose wings find no space to dance
has your soul b e e n s t o l e n
j u s t as g o o d as d e a d
v i l e - h a b i t a t -
b e g o t t...
—Jacques Deval
?
bird
encaged
f o r g o t t e n
m e l o d i e s t h a t
were your daily b r e a d
m a k e no s i l e n c e golden
for u n s p o k e n d i s s o n a n c e
buries all your hopes of f r e e d o m
are you then b e r e f t of w i s d o m
whose wings find no space to dance
has your soul b e e n s t o l e n
j u s t as g o o d as d e a d
v i l e - h a b i t a t -
b e g o t t...
#birds
#nature
#escape #FeelingTrapped
#escape #FeelingTrapped
73 reads
5 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
4th Dec 2019 12:56pm
4th Dec 2019 12:56pm
Degrees & Strategies
There are 360 degrees in the circles of life
Some pursue 33 of these with a Masonic knife
To slice through the ice of cold hearted entities
Who're bringing undue strife like mortal enemies
Bitterness breeds thieves in epic proportions
Must knock them to their knees like in devotion
Performing abortions to recoup what's yours
Since they're acting like a pooch walking on all fours
Can't ignore the declaration of war that's sounded
Evoking anger from your core already compounded
A sound head is why dead bodies haven't dropped...
Some pursue 33 of these with a Masonic knife
To slice through the ice of cold hearted entities
Who're bringing undue strife like mortal enemies
Bitterness breeds thieves in epic proportions
Must knock them to their knees like in devotion
Performing abortions to recoup what's yours
Since they're acting like a pooch walking on all fours
Can't ignore the declaration of war that's sounded
Evoking anger from your core already compounded
A sound head is why dead bodies haven't dropped...
#anger
#war
#hurt
40 reads
3 Comments
Brutalititty
John Dion
John Dion
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2019 11:50am
3rd Dec 2019 11:50am
Home
Sorry Dad But I just couldn’t hold back
Cause if you and that whore didn’t act so fucking whack I wouldn’t have to think about coming back
The fact is simply I wouldn’t of left so swiftly
And I didn’t leave cause it was chilly
Or for these itty bitty beefs that mean less to me than Petey’s Queefs
You alcoholic bitch you should just frolic
Don’t fuck with this walking Red Burning me
A Victorian in her head
picks on a Bulgarian that’s dead
An doesn’t expect me to see fucking red
That’s my mom you’re calling an “ugly, cunt whore”
I’ll put...
Cause if you and that whore didn’t act so fucking whack I wouldn’t have to think about coming back
The fact is simply I wouldn’t of left so swiftly
And I didn’t leave cause it was chilly
Or for these itty bitty beefs that mean less to me than Petey’s Queefs
You alcoholic bitch you should just frolic
Don’t fuck with this walking Red Burning me
A Victorian in her head
picks on a Bulgarian that’s dead
An doesn’t expect me to see fucking red
That’s my mom you’re calling an “ugly, cunt whore”
I’ll put...
#sadness
#anger
#hope
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