Poems about Anger
#anger
Poems about anger, whether it's mild annoyance, or utter fury and outrage, anger poems take you on a journey through the full spectrum of anger. These poems may express angry feelings towards others, or anger towards the injustice in society.
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Capitalism, Putin Style
It's no better when they blur their faces;
Let's see that family's final ugly state...
A ghastly scene of their murder cases
In the iron wake of national hate
Reiterating war's...heinous nature.
So please, no "family friendly" censorships
Or ANY deceptive nomenclature
From the demagogue's duplicitous quips
Suggesting slaughter and defense the same
When maternity wards know better
Than ANY hidebound conservative claim
From ANY old apocalypse letter
Rewritten for the industrial age...
With sin and death...still the primary wage.
Let's see that family's final ugly state...
A ghastly scene of their murder cases
In the iron wake of national hate
Reiterating war's...heinous nature.
So please, no "family friendly" censorships
Or ANY deceptive nomenclature
From the demagogue's duplicitous quips
Suggesting slaughter and defense the same
When maternity wards know better
Than ANY hidebound conservative claim
From ANY old apocalypse letter
Rewritten for the industrial age...
With sin and death...still the primary wage.
#anger
#frustration
#despair
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This One Is For You
Is there a part of me you're looking to find?
Seen a monster that breathes between the lines?
You said you're never hiding
But you're never so inviting.
All the while the bait is starting to rot,
Did your pride think that you would never get caught?
I like how fast you're spurring,
Beg as you justify the hurting.
Was there a plot to bury, make me your shrine?
Decorate my bones with what? Your insides?
Shapes and scars so hypnotizing,
So disgusted yet enticing.
All this time you're reading into the blame, ...
Seen a monster that breathes between the lines?
You said you're never hiding
But you're never so inviting.
All the while the bait is starting to rot,
Did your pride think that you would never get caught?
I like how fast you're spurring,
Beg as you justify the hurting.
Was there a plot to bury, make me your shrine?
Decorate my bones with what? Your insides?
Shapes and scars so hypnotizing,
So disgusted yet enticing.
All this time you're reading into the blame, ...
#anger
#dark
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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Abstract
Whenever I ignore authority my behavior is not always deviant from the norm.
I am living on borrowed denial from the past.
I’m expecting it to redeem my future.
I’m dependent on it.
And I’m not lying.
Play me.
I keep expecting something bad to happen.
Waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop.
That dreaded anxiety has been ingrained into my living essence since childhood.
Branded like an animal.
I recognize it now, if only for a moment.
It’s like I want something...
I am living on borrowed denial from the past.
I’m expecting it to redeem my future.
I’m dependent on it.
And I’m not lying.
Play me.
I keep expecting something bad to happen.
Waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop.
That dreaded anxiety has been ingrained into my living essence since childhood.
Branded like an animal.
I recognize it now, if only for a moment.
It’s like I want something...
#anger
#hope
#confusion #hurt
#confusion #hurt
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There are Ghosts in the Coral Reefs
I read an article that spoke of spokes
and wheels, parts of cars sent to sea,
seeds for tomorrow's coral reefs,
and I remembered wondering
if fish are at ease in the complex
neighborhood of steel and wood,
if eels can lurk in the dark, spring
out from underneath bucket seats.
Ghosts are real, they say, there's science,
but they are ghosts of ourselves
burned into places lived and loved in,
traces of acts, left where we ached.
When the thorny and...
and wheels, parts of cars sent to sea,
seeds for tomorrow's coral reefs,
and I remembered wondering
if fish are at ease in the complex
neighborhood of steel and wood,
if eels can lurk in the dark, spring
out from underneath bucket seats.
Ghosts are real, they say, there's science,
but they are ghosts of ourselves
burned into places lived and loved in,
traces of acts, left where we ached.
When the thorny and...
#anger
#conflict
#water #separation
#water #separation
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No Flowers
Some moments
beyond loneliness
or exile,
beyond wishes
where hands
hold on to emptiness,
hope leaves
and trailing whispers
softly fill a loss.
No flowers,
no blossoms,
just troubles
executed
within a soul,
no second chances
no future
no happiness,
only a pitch black
that can blind
the best of everyone.
beyond loneliness
or exile,
beyond wishes
where hands
hold on to emptiness,
hope leaves
and trailing whispers
softly fill a loss.
No flowers,
no blossoms,
just troubles
executed
within a soul,
no second chances
no future
no happiness,
only a pitch black
that can blind
the best of everyone.
#anger
#loneliness
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
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Dear Scammers

#anger
#lies
#funny #CallToAction
#funny #CallToAction
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Requiem
Dead
Incinerated
Buried.
''He was such a great business partner''
Said a bungee scheme business partner of his.
''He was such a miser"
Reflected the grieving widow
Who had so far got away
With murder, having progressively increased
Some dosages and decreased others.
''He was such a loving father''
Said the daughter, in love with a father
Who had abused her and (anyway)
Rather hating the mother
Who did-not-know-never knew- ignored
His despicable behavior
Incinerated
Buried.
''He was such a great business partner''
Said a bungee scheme business partner of his.
''He was such a miser"
Reflected the grieving widow
Who had so far got away
With murder, having progressively increased
Some dosages and decreased others.
''He was such a loving father''
Said the daughter, in love with a father
Who had abused her and (anyway)
Rather hating the mother
Who did-not-know-never knew- ignored
His despicable behavior
#anger
#dark
#greed #apathy
#greed #apathy
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Dear Brain,
Fuck off.
Now is not the time
for this self-absorbed whining
this face in the pillow languishing
these screams into the void.
There are cats to be herded
expectations to be met
rocks to be pushed up mountains
chess pieces to be moved
people to not let down
And none of that can be accomplished
from this sticky puddle of tears
and self loathing
So kindly, fuck off
with your ruminations
and sobbing bullshit
I don't want to hear
about your chemistry
your fogginess
your existential...
Now is not the time
for this self-absorbed whining
this face in the pillow languishing
these screams into the void.
There are cats to be herded
expectations to be met
rocks to be pushed up mountains
chess pieces to be moved
people to not let down
And none of that can be accomplished
from this sticky puddle of tears
and self loathing
So kindly, fuck off
with your ruminations
and sobbing bullshit
I don't want to hear
about your chemistry
your fogginess
your existential...
#sadness
#anger
#MentalHealth #frustration
#MentalHealth #frustration
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JUST GO!
Wish You,
Wish You,
Wish You would
Pull that trigger,
Pull that trigger,
Pull that fucking trigger,
That's the best ting for You 2 do.
Everyone,but You,
Knows this 2 be true.
Move outta our road,
You're bad news,
No-one likes You,
How could they,
You've molested innocent women and children,
All your life.
Even your wife.
You say You don't do it anymore,
You're forever REFORMED!
Should we believe You?
NO!
So,just GO,
MOVE OUTTA OUR...
Wish You,
Wish You would
Pull that trigger,
Pull that trigger,
Pull that fucking trigger,
That's the best ting for You 2 do.
Everyone,but You,
Knows this 2 be true.
Move outta our road,
You're bad news,
No-one likes You,
How could they,
You've molested innocent women and children,
All your life.
Even your wife.
You say You don't do it anymore,
You're forever REFORMED!
Should we believe You?
NO!
So,just GO,
MOVE OUTTA OUR...
#anger
#dark
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Dream Entry: Little Clown
I had a dream of a little clown, the kind you see in antique stores.
He was a small plush fabric toy, with porcelain features.
His hands, feet, and face were that cold hard porcelain.
Oh little clown with the cutest of crown in a shape of a dum cone.
A little dummy who stood upright, angry and fuming.
Little clown stomping and yelling.
Don't you know how fragile you are?
Little clown, searching frantically through toy blocks for a deeper meaning.
Little did my little clown know, there was a snake just out...
He was a small plush fabric toy, with porcelain features.
His hands, feet, and face were that cold hard porcelain.
Oh little clown with the cutest of crown in a shape of a dum cone.
A little dummy who stood upright, angry and fuming.
Little clown stomping and yelling.
Don't you know how fragile you are?
Little clown, searching frantically through toy blocks for a deeper meaning.
Little did my little clown know, there was a snake just out...
#anger
#secrets
#betrayal
#dreams
#sleep
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The war for our souls
be this
do that
you
are not you
until
you do
what we say
how dare you
think
for yourself
join the herd
act
like every one else
recite the rosery
or
preach Alinsky
you
don't
belong
and never will
only existing
within the cause
our cause
we are hypnotized
by CNN
coerced
by Fox
LEAVE MY MIND ALONE
I hold
my own morality
I am sick
of this war for my soul
that is tearing me in two
I AM ME
and quite frankly
I just don't...
do that
you
are not you
until
you do
what we say
how dare you
think
for yourself
join the herd
act
like every one else
recite the rosery
or
preach Alinsky
you
don't
belong
and never will
only existing
within the cause
our cause
we are hypnotized
by CNN
coerced
by Fox
LEAVE MY MIND ALONE
I hold
my own morality
I am sick
of this war for my soul
that is tearing me in two
I AM ME
and quite frankly
I just don't...
#anger
#lies
#apathy
#manipulation
#deception
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The Two Faces Of Eve

#anger
#secrets
#lover #deception
#lover #deception
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