Least Read Anger Poems
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Poetry about angst, activism and hate
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drone
Poem Published
12th May 2021 10:57am
12th May 2021 10:57am
Fanatical Fans
Man
how the hell
can you people
be me
How the hell
can you people
even think
to believe
in ME
When me
is just a construct
a character
that I play
That you see
on the screen
that which is
Not Fucking Me
And Yet
you people
Believe
The Only Advice
I can Give
Is grow up
Grow a spine
Get A Life
how the hell
can you people
be me
How the hell
can you people
even think
to believe
in ME
When me
is just a construct
a character
that I play
That you see
on the screen
that which is
Not Fucking Me
And Yet
you people
Believe
The Only Advice
I can Give
Is grow up
Grow a spine
Get A Life
#honesty
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 5:35pm
25th Aug 2017 5:35pm
A WILTING ROSE
I’ve never come to understand your rage
But, it seems to me you’re trapped in a cage
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof
We all bear our own scars that show the proof.
Some scars heal with the passing of time
But, yours remain in its original prime
Bitter and cold, you shut the world out
Every time you speak, you only shout
You built a wall and shut yourself in
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
I understand people build walls as a form of defense
But you are twenty-four hours in strict offense. ...
But, it seems to me you’re trapped in a cage
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof
We all bear our own scars that show the proof.
Some scars heal with the passing of time
But, yours remain in its original prime
Bitter and cold, you shut the world out
Every time you speak, you only shout
You built a wall and shut yourself in
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
I understand people build walls as a form of defense
But you are twenty-four hours in strict offense. ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#boredom
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Baldwin
Poem Published
7th May 2021 1:52pm
7th May 2021 1:52pm
A Kind of Sonnent
When I have risen early from my bed
to force myself to best the day’s surmise
I find my mood is ragged, hollow, shred
I hate dawn’s rosy fingers at sunrise.
I’d rather stay all twined within my sheets
For you are there, and leaving you behind
when staying promises delights aesthetes
would die to taste and revel in supine
is foolishness, and like to wrath the gods
for spurning their good gift to me that’s you.
But duty calls and duty wants its aching due
so sore a thing its burden is; the bloody sod.
And so I grumble...
to force myself to best the day’s surmise
I find my mood is ragged, hollow, shred
I hate dawn’s rosy fingers at sunrise.
I’d rather stay all twined within my sheets
For you are there, and leaving you behind
when staying promises delights aesthetes
would die to taste and revel in supine
is foolishness, and like to wrath the gods
for spurning their good gift to me that’s you.
But duty calls and duty wants its aching due
so sore a thing its burden is; the bloody sod.
And so I grumble...
#anger
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
6th May 2021 9:48pm
6th May 2021 9:48pm
Make the world Greta again
The world is on fire and you just sit there getting higher.
Inhaling the pollution, you are no solution.
Neither are you the answer, but you can change the question.
I call you a prancer, because you are dancing around the suggestion,
That this should not be, we are not the disease,
But we are the cause, so to you and yours,
I say it is time to talk, stand up and walk.
Have your meetings and save us all,
From our self-made Hell, you need to tell,
Every generation, about the climate reaction.
It is in every nation, we need satisfaction, ...
Inhaling the pollution, you are no solution.
Neither are you the answer, but you can change the question.
I call you a prancer, because you are dancing around the suggestion,
That this should not be, we are not the disease,
But we are the cause, so to you and yours,
I say it is time to talk, stand up and walk.
Have your meetings and save us all,
From our self-made Hell, you need to tell,
Every generation, about the climate reaction.
It is in every nation, we need satisfaction, ...
#politics
#inspirational
#environment
#morality
#rebellion
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 6:28pm
23rd Jan 2021 6:28pm
In Spite of Wrongs
For right or wrong the muse has gone
—Or rather, seldom visits
Should I hold on in spite of wrongs?
My patience has its limits
I’m still bereft from friends who’ve left
And never said goodbye
I’m still upset and won’t forget
Perhaps I, too, shall fly
—Or rather, seldom visits
Should I hold on in spite of wrongs?
My patience has its limits
I’m still bereft from friends who’ve left
And never said goodbye
I’m still upset and won’t forget
Perhaps I, too, shall fly
#anger
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BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
28th Apr 2021 11:57pm
28th Apr 2021 11:57pm
“Of Course We Are Ignored” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 21/9/2020
Of Course We’re IGNORED ... !!!
Those Whose Art Is RAW ... !!!
When It Comes To Views ...
That DEFINE The TRUTH ...
About How It Is ...
When You’re One Who THINKS ...
And Has ... DARK SKIN ... !!!
And Does NOT RESTRICT ...
How You Speak About Things ...
When It Comes To Racists ...
And Historical Links ...
That Expose DARK Truths ...
About Blacks Who Abused ...
Those With DARK Hues ...
Within Their Own Crews ... !!!
So NOT The Types Hand Picked ...
To Be A ... “ Good Nig’ “...
Those Whose Art Is RAW ... !!!
When It Comes To Views ...
That DEFINE The TRUTH ...
About How It Is ...
When You’re One Who THINKS ...
And Has ... DARK SKIN ... !!!
And Does NOT RESTRICT ...
How You Speak About Things ...
When It Comes To Racists ...
And Historical Links ...
That Expose DARK Truths ...
About Blacks Who Abused ...
Those With DARK Hues ...
Within Their Own Crews ... !!!
So NOT The Types Hand Picked ...
To Be A ... “ Good Nig’ “...
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#racism
#hypocrisy
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keristewart
Keri Stewart
Keri Stewart
Poem Published
6th May 2021 00:02am
6th May 2021 00:02am
Too Big a Storm To See, You See?
tempest typhoon, thunderhead armies,
seismic quakes, torn-through parties,
rumble roaring, rising actions,
hungry flames, aggressive ashes,
choking breathes, muted larynx screams,
metal crashing, unstable dreams,
begging symphonies, silent audience,
wan fists, heartless defense,
acid tears, callous cards,
tornado dances, crashing charred,
pleading hands, twisted trees,
rancor whispers, forgotten glee.
seismic quakes, torn-through parties,
rumble roaring, rising actions,
hungry flames, aggressive ashes,
choking breathes, muted larynx screams,
metal crashing, unstable dreams,
begging symphonies, silent audience,
wan fists, heartless defense,
acid tears, callous cards,
tornado dances, crashing charred,
pleading hands, twisted trees,
rancor whispers, forgotten glee.
#sadness
#anger
#frustration #despair
#frustration #despair
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drone
Poem Published
11th May 2021 11:21am
11th May 2021 11:21am
Lights Are On
The lights are on
but there's nobody home
just shadows
that slide across
their eyes
that others perceive
the lights are on
but there's nobody home
under the warm bed
of their
Consciousness
A cold grey mist
sucks the warmth
from the bones
that believe
they are free
To Be
Human
but there's nobody home
just shadows
that slide across
their eyes
that others perceive
the lights are on
but there's nobody home
under the warm bed
of their
Consciousness
A cold grey mist
sucks the warmth
from the bones
that believe
they are free
To Be
Human
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
26th Oct 2017 6:32pm
26th Oct 2017 6:32pm
Intro to Crazy
She saw injustice, double-standard rules, unfair favoritism, and was treated like an outcast, though she physically lived among them. Day by day, she looked for ways to spread her wings and fly away. The more she tried, the more they clipped her wings with negativism and implementing guilt and fear in pursuit of discouraging her wish to fly and create her own world.
Sadness turned to anger, but she kept silent and bore the beatings until she could no longer contain all the build-up inside her. Anger had turned to rage. They thought she was crazy to begin with, but they had seen...
Sadness turned to anger, but she kept silent and bore the beatings until she could no longer contain all the build-up inside her. Anger had turned to rage. They thought she was crazy to begin with, but they had seen...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#bullying
#misunderstood
#SelfWorth
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
28th Jan 2018 3:37pm
28th Jan 2018 3:37pm
Daddy, Did You Know?
Daddy, did you know life is about choices
About finding and raising our own voices
About finding our OWN place in the world
No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG?
Did you know some things are matters of preference all along?
Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits
Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink
Believing your bitter truths without a blink
Bearing all the scars induced by your...
About finding and raising our own voices
About finding our OWN place in the world
No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG?
Did you know some things are matters of preference all along?
Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits
Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink
Believing your bitter truths without a blink
Bearing all the scars induced by your...
#father
#childhood
#abuse
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drone
Poem Published
7th May 2021 12:29pm
7th May 2021 12:29pm
Do You Have
Wish you luck
For What
The same shit
different Face
no matter the logo
your all the same
a breakaway
Society
The middle Class
As a buffer Zone
A better Way Of Living
for us
Is always Denied
We're left
with corruption and crumb's
we're Fucked
Every Time
We do not
Deploy
Our Courage
As One
Or we're Fucked
For What
The same shit
different Face
no matter the logo
your all the same
a breakaway
Society
The middle Class
As a buffer Zone
A better Way Of Living
for us
Is always Denied
We're left
with corruption and crumb's
we're Fucked
Every Time
We do not
Deploy
Our Courage
As One
Or we're Fucked
#honesty
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SLYMBEKQUEEN
Poem Published
10th May 2021 7:32am
10th May 2021 7:32am
SAD
THIS SADNESS IS CHOKING ME
WHY CANT ANYBODY SEE
I BEING HELD CAPTIVE
MY INNER FIGHT NOT ACTIVE
TEARS PLEASE STOP RAPING MY EYES
BREATH COME AGAIN TAKE ME BY SUPRISE
WHY CANT ANYBODY SEE
I BEING HELD CAPTIVE
MY INNER FIGHT NOT ACTIVE
TEARS PLEASE STOP RAPING MY EYES
BREATH COME AGAIN TAKE ME BY SUPRISE
#anxiety
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