Long Anger Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about angst, activism and hate
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
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
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SageRoyale
Sage R.
Sage R.
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 3:37am
18th Nov 2021 3:37am
Stupid as Hell
Stupid as hell
Mind won't serve me well
Doesn't let me do a thing, they can tell
Some call me lazy and others do not
Several know that a choice it is not
But it's not my fault, fault I have fought
I've had three weeks to do this damned thing
Yet I seemed to be trapped inside a drug ring
Narcotics- metaphorical, and my soul they sting
I move and I move and yet no movement goes
All that I have is my sickening prose
This is not the path that I chose
I tell my mind go
My mind tells me no ...
Mind won't serve me well
Doesn't let me do a thing, they can tell
Some call me lazy and others do not
Several know that a choice it is not
But it's not my fault, fault I have fought
I've had three weeks to do this damned thing
Yet I seemed to be trapped inside a drug ring
Narcotics- metaphorical, and my soul they sting
I move and I move and yet no movement goes
All that I have is my sickening prose
This is not the path that I chose
I tell my mind go
My mind tells me no ...
#anger
#MentalHealth
#suffering #emptiness
#suffering #emptiness
70 reads
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 3:58pm
16th Nov 2021 3:58pm
"Let's go, Brando!"
they angrily chanted in diatribal fashion
waving hashtag anointed spears
as if waterboarding oars
high above their heads
leftover from Free Britney rallies
still wild donkey skewing sharp.
And he fled the Internets altogether
faster than my 5G Verizon connection
could keep pace with, so as to live
and return to fight another day
with his peculiar brand of poetry.
"Too many...
waving hashtag anointed spears
as if waterboarding oars
high above their heads
leftover from Free Britney rallies
still wild donkey skewing sharp.
And he fled the Internets altogether
faster than my 5G Verizon connection
could keep pace with, so as to live
and return to fight another day
with his peculiar brand of poetry.
"Too many...
#politics
#unicorns
#rebellion #scifi
#rebellion #scifi
78 reads
7 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
5th Nov 2021 12:42pm
5th Nov 2021 12:42pm
Everything You Taught Me
You Taught Me How To Hurt Myself
I was a child and
you taught me that even if someone hit me until I was screaming in pain,
I was supposed to keep loving them.
I was a child and
you taught me that even if someone neglected my basic needs and crossed boundaries,
I was supposed to keep trusting them.
I was a child and
you taught me that even if I wanted to leave an overwhelming conversation,
someone I loved was allowed to physical prevent me from doing so.
I was a child and
you taught me that even if someone made me...
I was a child and
you taught me that even if someone hit me until I was screaming in pain,
I was supposed to keep loving them.
I was a child and
you taught me that even if someone neglected my basic needs and crossed boundaries,
I was supposed to keep trusting them.
I was a child and
you taught me that even if I wanted to leave an overwhelming conversation,
someone I loved was allowed to physical prevent me from doing so.
I was a child and
you taught me that even if someone made me...
#forgiveness
#rebirth
#SelfReflection
#MovingOn
#healing
62 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2021 7:44am
23rd Oct 2021 7:44am
Mrs. Doubtfire
Feeling the burning honey slowly pour
From the white sands, the Heavenly skies, cast down to the beautiful shores
I suppose men would say such drastic and unfavorable things
When incorrectly birthed as a chick who flings a ding ding
I do not understand she of a man these days
Always shading the sun, polluting the air when they are jaded with their secretive palm play
Neglectful to groom facial hairs
Cheap five and dime cheap suits, to them, the inner beauty of a soul will never compare
Mentality to degrade using the supreme rules…hum… how many...
From the white sands, the Heavenly skies, cast down to the beautiful shores
I suppose men would say such drastic and unfavorable things
When incorrectly birthed as a chick who flings a ding ding
I do not understand she of a man these days
Always shading the sun, polluting the air when they are jaded with their secretive palm play
Neglectful to groom facial hairs
Cheap five and dime cheap suits, to them, the inner beauty of a soul will never compare
Mentality to degrade using the supreme rules…hum… how many...
#TruthOfLife
#ignorance
#philosophical
100 reads
13 Comments
MgAl
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 4:50pm
26th Sep 2021 4:50pm
Voicebreak
Sorry, my voice broke again
I didn't mean to trip over my own words
I guess I let it get out of hand
it happens when I get a little excited
I know when left to its own devices
my voice goes a little wild,
punches a wall and causes shockwaves
because of the passionate verbal tempest
thrashing inside,
with the urge to electrify
But they say the mind can be a prison
and mine is padded with reinforced rubber
built by anxiety patrol and the tone police,
thus when I try to speak,
my thoughts are cut in half,...
I didn't mean to trip over my own words
I guess I let it get out of hand
it happens when I get a little excited
I know when left to its own devices
my voice goes a little wild,
punches a wall and causes shockwaves
because of the passionate verbal tempest
thrashing inside,
with the urge to electrify
But they say the mind can be a prison
and mine is padded with reinforced rubber
built by anxiety patrol and the tone police,
thus when I try to speak,
my thoughts are cut in half,...
#anger
#anxiety
#FreeVerse #frustration
#FreeVerse #frustration
72 reads
1 Comment
A_Conduit
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2021 00:35am
23rd Sep 2021 00:35am
Sire Dysmorphic
#kindness
#depression
#morality
#manipulation
#deception
71 reads
0 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 6:46am
11th Sep 2021 6:46am
Little Girl Lost
#hate
143 reads
4 Comments
Swan37
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2021 8:50pm
3rd Sep 2021 8:50pm
I swear he sucks
why are tears of rage so freaking hot?
my whole head feels like it’s going to explode
I can feel the pressure in the back of my head ticking like a time bomb
I’m just waiting for the inevitable burst
I want to rip something apart
tear it to shreds
I want to throw rocks at vapid things and rip off my ears
which are so scorching hot from my tears
I can feel how they burn my skin
as they slide down my cheeks
I swear I’ll get an itch from how stupid this all is
and in all my life I have never met anyone more hateful than you
I know...
my whole head feels like it’s going to explode
I can feel the pressure in the back of my head ticking like a time bomb
I’m just waiting for the inevitable burst
I want to rip something apart
tear it to shreds
I want to throw rocks at vapid things and rip off my ears
which are so scorching hot from my tears
I can feel how they burn my skin
as they slide down my cheeks
I swear I’ll get an itch from how stupid this all is
and in all my life I have never met anyone more hateful than you
I know...
#anger
#hate
#father
#frustration
#disappointment
73 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2021 4:35am
3rd Sep 2021 4:35am
where life least hangs
i see an earthquake crush the haitian land
such misery i can never understand
for i am in a place safe on a rock
dreading no portent shake or aftershock
i see dead soldiers in afghanistan
silenced by isis whim and taliban
my streets of home are filled with idle men
no trace of proselyte or saracen
i hear mudcakes are served for banquet feasts
where hungry afrique children, like poor...
such misery i can never understand
for i am in a place safe on a rock
dreading no portent shake or aftershock
i see dead soldiers in afghanistan
silenced by isis whim and taliban
my streets of home are filled with idle men
no trace of proselyte or saracen
i hear mudcakes are served for banquet feasts
where hungry afrique children, like poor...
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
#HumanRights
#inequality
#morality
81 reads
4 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
25th Aug 2021 7:33am
25th Aug 2021 7:33am
He Need His Ass Whooped
Tina said what love got to do with it
Nothing when your getting beat bitch,
"Now when your wounds heal they itch
And calluses on your asshole makes it painful to shit,
"One eye closed looking like Popeye
Bitch better be glad your sight didn't go permanently bye-bye,
"I'm always on the verge of getting demon twisted
Because I was cursed with a fucked-up mentality-more like gifted,
"Being a former Green Bureau I was taught the art of the silent kill
Putting it on a motherfucka's ass-I have that murder skill,
...
Nothing when your getting beat bitch,
"Now when your wounds heal they itch
And calluses on your asshole makes it painful to shit,
"One eye closed looking like Popeye
Bitch better be glad your sight didn't go permanently bye-bye,
"I'm always on the verge of getting demon twisted
Because I was cursed with a fucked-up mentality-more like gifted,
"Being a former Green Bureau I was taught the art of the silent kill
Putting it on a motherfucka's ass-I have that murder skill,
...
#anger
#dark
100 reads
6 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
15th Aug 2021 10:19pm
15th Aug 2021 10:19pm
In The End
I think I'm just done worrying for people
Loving them
Even though they lay under the ash they
Themselves create
By burning the places of their kin
To ignite a flame.
I think I'll fight for myself by living
Not worrying about all of the weak minded people
That can't see the inevitable
Future ahead
I'm tired of reciting history
The congruence that exists between what was then
And what is now
I've taken what little genius I have and have made an escape route. I've done...
Loving them
Even though they lay under the ash they
Themselves create
By burning the places of their kin
To ignite a flame.
I think I'll fight for myself by living
Not worrying about all of the weak minded people
That can't see the inevitable
Future ahead
I'm tired of reciting history
The congruence that exists between what was then
And what is now
I've taken what little genius I have and have made an escape route. I've done...
#corruption
#war
#rebellion #wisdom
#rebellion #wisdom
139 reads
5 Comments
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