Anger Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry about angst, activism and hate
Poems published by members most recently online.
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
15th Apr 2019 5:47pm
15th Apr 2019 5:47pm
[ NaPo 2019 ] a h a V a t i
Written with precision
her poetry is far from prison -
no yearning masses camped in homes
suffering horribly executed poems
forced to endure the badly grammered
hammered with needless words buffering
while under house arrest; slammered
Incarcerated in unpoetic hells
Jailed birds in private cells
praying to be liberated
on an aptly dated day
The 5th of November!
Remember!
Remember!
Remember her name
her poetry is far from prison -
no yearning masses camped in homes
suffering horribly executed poems
forced to endure the badly grammered
hammered with needless words buffering
while under house arrest; slammered
Incarcerated in unpoetic hells
Jailed birds in private cells
praying to be liberated
on an aptly dated day
The 5th of November!
Remember!
Remember!
Remember her name
#WritingPoetry
#rebellion
#NaPoWriMo2019
223 reads
5 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
17th Mar 2020 6:20pm
17th Mar 2020 6:20pm
hell hath no fury like me the first eve from the book of life
here I come greys
you think your smart
you now have leprosy and the plague
for milking me for more info
I am pure with out problem
mosaltave that you german roach
you have my swasktika don't you
god sees with eyes
I am pure eve no problem
you wish you created her moon butts
I'm crushing your brains now
die
you think your smart
you now have leprosy and the plague
for milking me for more info
I am pure with out problem
mosaltave that you german roach
you have my swasktika don't you
god sees with eyes
I am pure eve no problem
you wish you created her moon butts
I'm crushing your brains now
die
#anger
#angels
58 reads
1 Comment
Ahavati
Poem Published
12th Jun 2015 6:26pm
12th Jun 2015 6:26pm
The Tree
I wanted to scream from the porch, kick dirt in their face
say something about injustice, idiocy, nonconformity;
or all, or some, or nothing at all if they'd just stop. STOP!
Nope, because there has to be direction; a plan; a reverse
change of wind after the tree is gang-raped by four men,
wooden-dress ripped, exposed vertebrae saw-dust-spread.
It's a loudness, a soul stomping pain, a wail plowing
the field of faith kicking loose the gate. It's the audacity
of...
say something about injustice, idiocy, nonconformity;
or all, or some, or nothing at all if they'd just stop. STOP!
Nope, because there has to be direction; a plan; a reverse
change of wind after the tree is gang-raped by four men,
wooden-dress ripped, exposed vertebrae saw-dust-spread.
It's a loudness, a soul stomping pain, a wail plowing
the field of faith kicking loose the gate. It's the audacity
of...
754 reads
18 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 8:14pm
10th Oct 2019 8:14pm
House Management
House Management
Priorities - not had a shower
in a few days,
lost the energy to cook -
no food in the house anyway,
light hurts the head,
laundries need doing,
three baskets full and a pile by the bed,
a bed that's not been changed in weeks.
Sheets that have been washed
reek of damp, sitting in the machine
too long,
lamp needs a replacement bulb -
daily sobrieties
needing drowning,
feel like you're failing.
Almost a Sims character gone rogue, flailing,
could build four...
Priorities - not had a shower
in a few days,
lost the energy to cook -
no food in the house anyway,
light hurts the head,
laundries need doing,
three baskets full and a pile by the bed,
a bed that's not been changed in weeks.
Sheets that have been washed
reek of damp, sitting in the machine
too long,
lamp needs a replacement bulb -
daily sobrieties
needing drowning,
feel like you're failing.
Almost a Sims character gone rogue, flailing,
could build four...
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
122 reads
10 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 10:31pm
17th Feb 2020 10:31pm
Ripped leather flowers
Each year the pavement is buried,
pillion passengers carry crushed flowers
tucked inside black leather jackets,
faded faces drinking beer, veiled
under sprigs of gypsofilia.
Diminished tributes fall flat
on just another wasted road-rash.
Once vibrant petals lose their colour
and that string tied photograph fades
like the sepia memories
they try to crayon in each year.
Swapping stories like trading cards,
old bikers stuck in slip-road ruts.
You wont find me leaning on that tree
throwing posies at your feet ...
pillion passengers carry crushed flowers
tucked inside black leather jackets,
faded faces drinking beer, veiled
under sprigs of gypsofilia.
Diminished tributes fall flat
on just another wasted road-rash.
Once vibrant petals lose their colour
and that string tied photograph fades
like the sepia memories
they try to crayon in each year.
Swapping stories like trading cards,
old bikers stuck in slip-road ruts.
You wont find me leaning on that tree
throwing posies at your feet ...
#sadness
#death
47 reads
3 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Apr 2019 1:36pm
13th Apr 2019 1:36pm
I Don't Need You
You can like all you want on social media
Still doesn't make up for the rude crap you sent my way
I listened to all your head trips with grace and patience
When I asked for more joy to go with your sorry life
You assaulted me with venom and hate
You can never walk that shit back
You're road kill now babe
Rotting in the Cali sun and no sunset picture will rescue you now
I don't need you anymore
But you're still worth a thousand hate poems
Whose laughing now bitch ?
Still doesn't make up for the rude crap you sent my way
I listened to all your head trips with grace and patience
When I asked for more joy to go with your sorry life
You assaulted me with venom and hate
You can never walk that shit back
You're road kill now babe
Rotting in the Cali sun and no sunset picture will rescue you now
I don't need you anymore
But you're still worth a thousand hate poems
Whose laughing now bitch ?
#MyInspiration
198 reads
16 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
19th May 2019 12:52pm
19th May 2019 12:52pm
Sorry Doesn't Cut It
Fuck
your sorry
your petty
roses
the guilt
proposes
the thorns
still prick
from you
dear prick
your ass
is sorry
your sorry
your petty
roses
the guilt
proposes
the thorns
still prick
from you
dear prick
your ass
is sorry
#anger
#ImSorry
198 reads
17 Comments
drone
Poem Published
12th Apr 2018 7:32am
12th Apr 2018 7:32am
Violence
Your violence
only comes
from the inner pain
that you contain
that you refuse
to Name
only comes
from the inner pain
that you contain
that you refuse
to Name
#TruthOfLife
201 reads
0 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2019 5:09am
23rd Nov 2019 5:09am
No Stinking Rules!
( a Quatern )
“You all are a fun bunch, albeit mavericks to the rule. Should fun trump propriety?” — EdibleWords
Hey lady, we don’ need no stinking rules!
Who do you think you are with all yer fuss,
Right in the middle of a paint gun duel?
So with you, we got nothin’ to discuss.
You’ll ‘scuse us as we stand as one n point:
Hey lady, we don’ need no stinking rules!
How dare you let yer nose get outta joint,
N’ tell us off like we’re a bunch o’ fools.
It ain’t our...
“You all are a fun bunch, albeit mavericks to the rule. Should fun trump propriety?” — EdibleWords
Hey lady, we don’ need no stinking rules!
Who do you think you are with all yer fuss,
Right in the middle of a paint gun duel?
So with you, we got nothin’ to discuss.
You’ll ‘scuse us as we stand as one n point:
Hey lady, we don’ need no stinking rules!
How dare you let yer nose get outta joint,
N’ tell us off like we’re a bunch o’ fools.
It ain’t our...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #rebellion
#PowerOfWords #rebellion
205 reads
15 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 3:48pm
13th Jun 2019 3:48pm
“It Could Always Be Worse”
is the most ridiculous response
to a person’s grief.
It is akin to a backhanded
compliment— uncouth.
You minimize the pain
for your
own comfort.
Another’s reality does not negate
my sadness. My feelings
are my own; they tinge
their own scars.
I will not wallow in the
panic that I work to
keep at bay.
Likewise, I will not compare
my ordeal to someone else’s.
Find a better fucking response.
to a person’s grief.
It is akin to a backhanded
compliment— uncouth.
You minimize the pain
for your
own comfort.
Another’s reality does not negate
my sadness. My feelings
are my own; they tinge
their own scars.
I will not wallow in the
panic that I work to
keep at bay.
Likewise, I will not compare
my ordeal to someone else’s.
Find a better fucking response.
#grief
#frustration
225 reads
26 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2019 1:33am
23rd Nov 2019 1:33am
Proper Friends?
I do not ache for you no more,
Not like I used to anyhow.
Your attraction is diminishing,
More and more,
Don't like you like I did before.
I don't share the same ideals as you,
Or your enthusiasm for what it's worth.
I don't like being told what to do,
Or how I should be pleasing you!
You're far too proud girl, same as me,
We cancel each other out that way.
Impasses are easily reached with us -
Like how many times do we kiss and make up,
And who will be the first to break;
How much more shit will I take? ...
Not like I used to anyhow.
Your attraction is diminishing,
More and more,
Don't like you like I did before.
I don't share the same ideals as you,
Or your enthusiasm for what it's worth.
I don't like being told what to do,
Or how I should be pleasing you!
You're far too proud girl, same as me,
We cancel each other out that way.
Impasses are easily reached with us -
Like how many times do we kiss and make up,
And who will be the first to break;
How much more shit will I take? ...
#sadness
#anger
#hate
#frustration
#disappointment
248 reads
10 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
5th Jun 2018 4:52am
5th Jun 2018 4:52am
the last good thing
in my hands,
a bird
small
delicate
trembling
wounded
last
breath
the sky
begins
to
cry
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
a bird
small
delicate
trembling
wounded
last
breath
the sky
begins
to
cry
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#sadness
#disappointment
202 reads
12 Comments
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