Long Anger Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about angst, activism and hate
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 8:09pm
7th Jan 2019 8:09pm
Consumerism 2
(Listening to Sampha - Treasure (Beautiful Boy Soundtrack) aww shit now
Long gone are the days
of 1 report signing off
on your citizen’s worthiness
or just paying your bills on time; alone
to bolster that credit score
now you have to buy your way in
they want to see
revolving credit accounts,
open credit cards,
“Do you want to open account with us?”
I just looked at her…
I guess she was like
Let me leave this ignorant bitch alone ...
Long gone are the days
of 1 report signing off
on your citizen’s worthiness
or just paying your bills on time; alone
to bolster that credit score
now you have to buy your way in
they want to see
revolving credit accounts,
open credit cards,
“Do you want to open account with us?”
I just looked at her…
I guess she was like
Let me leave this ignorant bitch alone ...
#politics
#LifeCycle
#consumerism
#HumanRights
#inequality
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40_the_dawg
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2019 10:46pm
3rd Jan 2019 10:46pm
Spider-Man
The world can go fuck itself
With disappointment, like brownies
Made with zucchini; or a supercar
Built with a school bus’s governor;
Or a full bladder with performance
Anxiety at a truck stop. The world
Can go fuck itself with hopelessness,
Like any quarterback from the
University of Alabama; or the Sears
Holdings Corporation; or Yugo Korals.
The world can go fuck itself with anger,
Like teenagers’ and early twenty-
Somethings’ quarrelsome, loud
Disagreements with their parents;
Or the disturbed hive of killer bees; ...
With disappointment, like brownies
Made with zucchini; or a supercar
Built with a school bus’s governor;
Or a full bladder with performance
Anxiety at a truck stop. The world
Can go fuck itself with hopelessness,
Like any quarterback from the
University of Alabama; or the Sears
Holdings Corporation; or Yugo Korals.
The world can go fuck itself with anger,
Like teenagers’ and early twenty-
Somethings’ quarrelsome, loud
Disagreements with their parents;
Or the disturbed hive of killer bees; ...
#anger
#hate
#frustration
#confusion
#disappointment
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2 Comments
Austin_Rura
Austin Rura
Austin Rura
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 9:11pm
29th Dec 2018 9:11pm
National Disaster
If its new its got to be for you its just like a drug.
From religion to co2 emission made by a thug.
A trap house with three kitchens, live porn and a bear skin rug.
Fetch the pipe and slippers while the wife get slapped by the mister.
What the frick are Nobel peace prizes?
They give it out even though bomb shells keep flying.
All we say is oh well keep trying
go out and vote make a difference
pick a side but Im just like both take no prisoners!
Conservative or liberal
who knows were the wisdom is? Commercialized intelligence just like where...
From religion to co2 emission made by a thug.
A trap house with three kitchens, live porn and a bear skin rug.
Fetch the pipe and slippers while the wife get slapped by the mister.
What the frick are Nobel peace prizes?
They give it out even though bomb shells keep flying.
All we say is oh well keep trying
go out and vote make a difference
pick a side but Im just like both take no prisoners!
Conservative or liberal
who knows were the wisdom is? Commercialized intelligence just like where...
#politics
#greed
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Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
27th Dec 2018 7:24pm
27th Dec 2018 7:24pm
Interpret
(Listening to All the Way Around-Marvin Gaye)
{I don’t
Long for}…
The shrouding of
Silences; the
Nether region
Lusting inside
Sugar coated
Rain: fall
Lending the
Summoners of the
Sea; its
Tail with the
Lights dancing
Bitterly into the
Lughnasas of
Tomorrow-
Forgiven.
And that same
Animalistic
Drift;
Savoring this
Memory
As if these mere
Microsystems
Never...
{I don’t
Long for}…
The shrouding of
Silences; the
Nether region
Lusting inside
Sugar coated
Rain: fall
Lending the
Summoners of the
Sea; its
Tail with the
Lights dancing
Bitterly into the
Lughnasas of
Tomorrow-
Forgiven.
And that same
Animalistic
Drift;
Savoring this
Memory
As if these mere
Microsystems
Never...
#identity
#politics
#aging
#HumanRights
#philosophical
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Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 6:16pm
25th Dec 2018 6:16pm
The Dust Bowl*
(Wait, wait, wait now…Listening to Coven - Blue Blue Ships that’s that blue eyed soul; haven’t heard this in ages, go head now)
There are
More individuals now competing
For a shrinking piece of the
US social pie in the sky like
Sovereign lands
Once affixed to ideals
Now breaking into businesses-with the
Universe
Doing the accounting
For souls lounging: in a
Modern
Dust bowl subject to
Retrace history
Making disbelievers...
There are
More individuals now competing
For a shrinking piece of the
US social pie in the sky like
Sovereign lands
Once affixed to ideals
Now breaking into businesses-with the
Universe
Doing the accounting
For souls lounging: in a
Modern
Dust bowl subject to
Retrace history
Making disbelievers...
#politics
#America
#LifeCycle
#historical
#graveyard
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Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 00:55am
25th Dec 2018 00:55am
Cast Away On Christmas Day!
You chose a bad day to cast me away,
Saying you wouldn't be calling Christmas day!
Not even a quick hello, best wishes and stuff,
Any day would've been bad enough!
Icier than the crispest winter morning,
It's always the small things that hurt the most.
You left me out in the cold, well almost,
But needless to say, you never did ring.
Getting geed up on that particular day,
With new photos to show of the time I stayed.
Well you took the wind from under of my sails, ...
Saying you wouldn't be calling Christmas day!
Not even a quick hello, best wishes and stuff,
Any day would've been bad enough!
Icier than the crispest winter morning,
It's always the small things that hurt the most.
You left me out in the cold, well almost,
But needless to say, you never did ring.
Getting geed up on that particular day,
With new photos to show of the time I stayed.
Well you took the wind from under of my sails, ...
#anger
#hate
#rejection
#frustration
#despair
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8 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2018 2:58am
23rd Dec 2018 2:58am
f**king hate the Bus
She looked at me cross when I spoke about Cuba
How militia
Came to get the
Guns first just to screw ya
Starved its people
Sent their puppets around
Handing out candy
Like a fuckin playground
Asking the children just before
Do you believe in the Lord
They say
Si, como no, El es el Ray!
And theyd respond
Has he given food today?
No?
Well here you go
Little boy
Remember
Who gave you joy
It was Castro
American thugs dressed in fancy suit
Fucking...
How militia
Came to get the
Guns first just to screw ya
Starved its people
Sent their puppets around
Handing out candy
Like a fuckin playground
Asking the children just before
Do you believe in the Lord
They say
Si, como no, El es el Ray!
And theyd respond
Has he given food today?
No?
Well here you go
Little boy
Remember
Who gave you joy
It was Castro
American thugs dressed in fancy suit
Fucking...
#anger
#politics
#ignorance
43 reads
9 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
19th Dec 2018 11:48pm
19th Dec 2018 11:48pm
Archery 2*
Listening to Craig Ruhnke - Give Me The Nighttime (1983)}
Dampers have managed
To somehow become the
State of affairs for us
Stabilizing for hyper-mobile fingers
Extending their boon
Ready to part the heavens
Between my wrist and face
For target practice chiefly
Yet occasionally feigning for the rights
To a hunting scenario
With the baited side...
Dampers have managed
To somehow become the
State of affairs for us
Stabilizing for hyper-mobile fingers
Extending their boon
Ready to part the heavens
Between my wrist and face
For target practice chiefly
Yet occasionally feigning for the rights
To a hunting scenario
With the baited side...
#lesbian
#politics
#spiritual
#PopCulture
#passion
100 reads
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Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 7:55am
18th Dec 2018 7:55am
The Dyke March and the Benevolent Queen
(Listening to Phantogram - Fall In Love)
You were bending my mind with the narcissism of your smile, which had been recently released from some theoretical cage of its ivory tower no longer captivating my juice; yet the dynamic forces of academia still found “optional” only to bind and gag us; only this time out in the wild.
There we were, at the Dyke March and not even rain could subvert these forges of estrogen. The Lesbian Avengers (those were our tops-giving the orders:...
You were bending my mind with the narcissism of your smile, which had been recently released from some theoretical cage of its ivory tower no longer captivating my juice; yet the dynamic forces of academia still found “optional” only to bind and gag us; only this time out in the wild.
There we were, at the Dyke March and not even rain could subvert these forges of estrogen. The Lesbian Avengers (those were our tops-giving the orders:...
#love
#lesbian
#conflict
#power
#historical
64 reads
ThiaTartorum
Poem Published
11th Dec 2018 3:57pm
11th Dec 2018 3:57pm
New Safe Place
One step forward, two steps back
it's never enough, there's always something I lack
Give and give until there's nothing left
losing pieces of myself I should have kept
Not recognizing myself is my biggest fear
more falls away and I feel that point is near
The point of no return, leaving only a ghost
my soul lost, a bleeding heart resides within a dead host
Cut off from that which resembles or induces peace
my mind in overdrive, a tornado that will never cease
It feels as if the world is closing in
crushed by my failures and my...
it's never enough, there's always something I lack
Give and give until there's nothing left
losing pieces of myself I should have kept
Not recognizing myself is my biggest fear
more falls away and I feel that point is near
The point of no return, leaving only a ghost
my soul lost, a bleeding heart resides within a dead host
Cut off from that which resembles or induces peace
my mind in overdrive, a tornado that will never cease
It feels as if the world is closing in
crushed by my failures and my...
#anxiety
#dark
#TimeHeals #emptiness
#TimeHeals #emptiness
89 reads
8 Comments
rowantree
Rowan E.
Rowan E.
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 9:52pm
9th Dec 2018 9:52pm
other than that ms lincoln how was the play
what makes you so convinced
you need to reach out and touch.
I clearly am not a shiny autumn apple
not a full fruit for you to pluck
but there your fingers were,
touching.
y'all had let me go from second-row to front
my hand over the beat like it was
a basketball for dribbling,
doorknobs on my heart chambers shaking
their metal from the sound.
fuck.
and
breaking the complete heaven of the hiphop,
you were trying to tell me something.
it was so fucking loud
no hope of that, ...
you need to reach out and touch.
I clearly am not a shiny autumn apple
not a full fruit for you to pluck
but there your fingers were,
touching.
y'all had let me go from second-row to front
my hand over the beat like it was
a basketball for dribbling,
doorknobs on my heart chambers shaking
their metal from the sound.
fuck.
and
breaking the complete heaven of the hiphop,
you were trying to tell me something.
it was so fucking loud
no hope of that, ...
#anger
58 reads
1 Comment
Lynnisha12
Lynnisha
Lynnisha
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 11:08am
8th Dec 2018 11:08am
The Side Bitch
Explain to me who that bitch is, the one you been creeping with; your little mistress.
Who is the woman you been making late night calls to; yeah the one who is your little secret?
I mean she not even all that; can’t provide you with a place or a ride when you need it, yeah the Bitch who enjoys being the side chick.
She don’t understand you only call when you want to fuck just for a quick nut; not knowing it will all come to an end while you’re all up in her guts.
She thinks you’re going to leave your main chick to start a family with her, but ohhh if she only knew all...
Who is the woman you been making late night calls to; yeah the one who is your little secret?
I mean she not even all that; can’t provide you with a place or a ride when you need it, yeah the Bitch who enjoys being the side chick.
She don’t understand you only call when you want to fuck just for a quick nut; not knowing it will all come to an end while you’re all up in her guts.
She thinks you’re going to leave your main chick to start a family with her, but ohhh if she only knew all...
#sadness
#anger
#heartbroken #disappointment
#heartbroken #disappointment
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10 Comments
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