Popular Anger Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about angst, activism and hate
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2021 1:22pm
2nd Nov 2021 1:22pm
I killed the Halloween pumpkin
All I wanted was
to catch up on sleep
but kid missed the school bus
so I'm out of my coccoon
sun screaming at my eyeballs
exhaustion buzzing my ears
a hailstorm of troubles
bombarding my skull
Trying to salvage the situation,
compose a grocery list on the fly
park in the lot and reach
for the wallet that
isn't there
Fuck.
Drive home in fuming silence
resisting urges to weaponize the car
The neighbours have witnessed
some strange things
and now this
I wonder if they feel safe...
to catch up on sleep
but kid missed the school bus
so I'm out of my coccoon
sun screaming at my eyeballs
exhaustion buzzing my ears
a hailstorm of troubles
bombarding my skull
Trying to salvage the situation,
compose a grocery list on the fly
park in the lot and reach
for the wallet that
isn't there
Fuck.
Drive home in fuming silence
resisting urges to weaponize the car
The neighbours have witnessed
some strange things
and now this
I wonder if they feel safe...
#anger
#depression
81 reads
12 Comments
journeychase
Journey
Journey
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 1:07am
27th Nov 2021 1:07am
Stained secrets
I watch
the air trembling
as it fills
my empty lungs
my fibers
stitched tightly
to the hands
of this old clock
time presses
firmly
upon my throat
I can feel
the comfort
of each
ticking second
rush quickly
through my veins
as my
painful secrets
stain these
forbidden walls
and bleed my truth
the air trembling
as it fills
my empty lungs
my fibers
stitched tightly
to the hands
of this old clock
time presses
firmly
upon my throat
I can feel
the comfort
of each
ticking second
rush quickly
through my veins
as my
painful secrets
stain these
forbidden walls
and bleed my truth
#anxiety
#dark
#emptiness
39 reads
8 Comments
Quietus
Poem Published
30th Oct 2021 3:17am
30th Oct 2021 3:17am
flesh/dead radio
fatal cataclysms
dapple another mourning
with the gravity of shame.
dapple another mourning
with the gravity of shame.
#depression
66 reads
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
67 reads
7 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
14th Nov 2021 11:30pm
14th Nov 2021 11:30pm
Aroura seed
The long day gone, wonders come as night descends
as warmth will fertilise each lying dormant seed
the life beyond that we struggle to just comprehend
of natures gift, the spring that we should not impede
It lies in colours beyond the horizon's curvature
Holding sure the lure, the germination to succeed
slow grace to be the composer of its only overture
nurture as it lies undisturbed, cosseted with rain and heat
Safe snuggled in its womb, now will come the test!
from just that tiny footprint, to establish just a sprout ...
as warmth will fertilise each lying dormant seed
the life beyond that we struggle to just comprehend
of natures gift, the spring that we should not impede
It lies in colours beyond the horizon's curvature
Holding sure the lure, the germination to succeed
slow grace to be the composer of its only overture
nurture as it lies undisturbed, cosseted with rain and heat
Safe snuggled in its womb, now will come the test!
from just that tiny footprint, to establish just a sprout ...
#nature
69 reads
3 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
26th Oct 2021 6:58pm
26th Oct 2021 6:58pm
The Path She Walks...
With natural looks and flowing hair
She's giving me a run for my money!
Deeply spiritual but plenty more
You won't get away with much for sure
Cos she'll damn well put you right!
What a sight, God...
That woman is mesmerising; her splendor
Sent down from a higher plain
Be warned though
As she tries setting you on the right path,
The one she walks...
Because you might just slip
Never able to climb back up
If I knew what she wanted
Maybe I could help -
Steer her towards the enlightenment
She so...
She's giving me a run for my money!
Deeply spiritual but plenty more
You won't get away with much for sure
Cos she'll damn well put you right!
What a sight, God...
That woman is mesmerising; her splendor
Sent down from a higher plain
Be warned though
As she tries setting you on the right path,
The one she walks...
Because you might just slip
Never able to climb back up
If I knew what she wanted
Maybe I could help -
Steer her towards the enlightenment
She so...
#love
136 reads
12 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 11:40pm
26th Nov 2021 11:40pm
Not all mothers were created equal
Not all mothers were created equal
some are the best
yet some are horrible
Some could give a fuck less about you and your family
while others fawn all over their own flesh and blood
I have not been that lucky
So when I see these things on social media
"youre lucky if you still talk to your mom"
I immediately feel PTSD
Not all mothers were created equal
I feel zero guilt
zero shame
she made her choices
What kind of "mother" sends a Christmas card to her granddaughters
spewing inside said card in...
some are the best
yet some are horrible
Some could give a fuck less about you and your family
while others fawn all over their own flesh and blood
I have not been that lucky
So when I see these things on social media
"youre lucky if you still talk to your mom"
I immediately feel PTSD
Not all mothers were created equal
I feel zero guilt
zero shame
she made her choices
What kind of "mother" sends a Christmas card to her granddaughters
spewing inside said card in...
#family
#abuse
#PTSD
31 reads
4 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
11th Nov 2021 2:58pm
11th Nov 2021 2:58pm
Rottenhouse
There isn't any situation necessitating
the roaming of a school's hallway
with a gun
You may not be considered an
"active shooter"
based on the notion a single round
has yet to be discharged from the AR-15
rifle you're lugging around at the ready
in first person, Playstation fashion
but it's a safe bet
given where you are at
that your intentions are evil
Furthest thing from
a Russian Roulette spin
---only a matter of time
before classmates who are
in...
the roaming of a school's hallway
with a gun
You may not be considered an
"active shooter"
based on the notion a single round
has yet to be discharged from the AR-15
rifle you're lugging around at the ready
in first person, Playstation fashion
but it's a safe bet
given where you are at
that your intentions are evil
Furthest thing from
a Russian Roulette spin
---only a matter of time
before classmates who are
in...
#murder
#GunControl
61 reads
4 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 3:49am
21st Nov 2021 3:49am
Cancer
Evil worm
Morphing flesh and blood of self
into self-killers—
Cell by cell,
Second by second,
Painful seconds lasting decades
While robbing years in moments.
Devil who turned abuser
Into abused,
Who stole my father
Replaced by a husk
Of rice-paper skin
Wracked by pain.
The silent mutant
Sulking 2 years in quiet growth
To shout her fears
When found.
Violently slicing her badge
Of womanhood
from off her frightened chest.
...
Morphing flesh and blood of self
into self-killers—
Cell by cell,
Second by second,
Painful seconds lasting decades
While robbing years in moments.
Devil who turned abuser
Into abused,
Who stole my father
Replaced by a husk
Of rice-paper skin
Wracked by pain.
The silent mutant
Sulking 2 years in quiet growth
To shout her fears
When found.
Violently slicing her badge
Of womanhood
from off her frightened chest.
...
#cancer
37 reads
5 Comments
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