Poems About Anger Seeking Honest Critique
#anger
Poems about anger seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Betty
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:23pm
Yesterday 8:23pm
chain rattling assbags of the past
The cloth ordered in our size
had beatings
and poverty
woven in the grain
and our makers cut us
arm-and-neck from that single
cloth before burning it
with our backs still in it.
I saw you in the shards of
the mirror I hated myself in.
And you.
There was no one like you,
like me,
like you.
We were as funny as
as smart as
as sexy as
as damaged as
as widly passionate as a moment
snapped from a workvan of the
rising sun on an alien ocean
we were...
had beatings
and poverty
woven in the grain
and our makers cut us
arm-and-neck from that single
cloth before burning it
with our backs still in it.
I saw you in the shards of
the mirror I hated myself in.
And you.
There was no one like you,
like me,
like you.
We were as funny as
as smart as
as sexy as
as damaged as
as widly passionate as a moment
snapped from a workvan of the
rising sun on an alien ocean
we were...
#anger
#breakup
#love #obsession
#love #obsession
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:36am
Yesterday 11:36am
Gary Must've Spiked The Punch
Holly, why are you naked?
Huh? Mom! What are you doing home?!
Finished my Philadelphia job early.
Hi. Are you Mark's mom?
No, I'm Holly's mom. And you are?
I'm Ben. Who is Holly?
She's who's naked like you!
Ah, no! Gary must've spiked the punch!
Sharon's brother, Mom. You remember?
I remember... and should've known!
He must've snuck bottles of Jack Daniel's!
Honest, Mom! I didn't know!
Relax, Holly. Just go get yourself dressed.
Okay, Mom. And thanks for being understanding.
Huh? Mom! What are you doing home?!
Finished my Philadelphia job early.
Hi. Are you Mark's mom?
No, I'm Holly's mom. And you are?
I'm Ben. Who is Holly?
She's who's naked like you!
Ah, no! Gary must've spiked the punch!
Sharon's brother, Mom. You remember?
I remember... and should've known!
He must've snuck bottles of Jack Daniel's!
Honest, Mom! I didn't know!
Relax, Holly. Just go get yourself dressed.
Okay, Mom. And thanks for being understanding.
#alcohol
#anger
#dialogue
#fiction
#mother
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:34am
Yesterday 1:34am
What Was Olivia Thinking, Bro?
Whoa, Bradley! Dad's gonna freak!
I know. I grabbed it before him.
What was Olivia thinking, Bro?
Her centerfold in Hustler's her true defiance.
Trust me, Brad. You got that right.
I know. I grabbed it before him.
What was Olivia thinking, Bro?
Her centerfold in Hustler's her true defiance.
Trust me, Brad. You got that right.
#anger
#dialogue
#family
#fiction
#sex
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doriann_barrere
Dorian
Dorian
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 9:53pm
8th Mar 2025 9:53pm
What Happened Was Morbid
what happened was morbid ...
Lo, they did unmake his visage, not with blade alone,
but with the cruel mirth of fate’s fell hand.
A rictus, wide as grief, as hollow as the jest
that in dark halls is whispered ‘twixt wretched men.
Was it his own trembling grasp that traced the fault?
Or some wraith of malice, unseen but keen of touch?
The steel sang not as warriors’ swords do sing,
but in hush’d susurrus, a lull’d and mocking dirge.
The lips that spake of mercy found none,
but were rather parted in twain, a wound unsealing ...
Lo, they did unmake his visage, not with blade alone,
but with the cruel mirth of fate’s fell hand.
A rictus, wide as grief, as hollow as the jest
that in dark halls is whispered ‘twixt wretched men.
Was it his own trembling grasp that traced the fault?
Or some wraith of malice, unseen but keen of touch?
The steel sang not as warriors’ swords do sing,
but in hush’d susurrus, a lull’d and mocking dirge.
The lips that spake of mercy found none,
but were rather parted in twain, a wound unsealing ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#despair
#frustration
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Alviola
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 7:44pm
8th Mar 2025 7:44pm
Conflagration
I was roused from sleep that night,
an awakening that was
like the jab of a nightmare.
With heart pounding, I wobbled
toward the door, then I stopped—
the commotion was outside.
Cautious now, I creaked it
open and sirens rushed in.
Barefoot on spiky, wet grass,
I reached the fence and tiptoed,
I felt the heat on my face
saw the skyline set aflame.
America is burning.
an awakening that was
like the jab of a nightmare.
With heart pounding, I wobbled
toward the door, then I stopped—
the commotion was outside.
Cautious now, I creaked it
open and sirens rushed in.
Barefoot on spiky, wet grass,
I reached the fence and tiptoed,
I felt the heat on my face
saw the skyline set aflame.
America is burning.
#anger
#greed
#ignorance
#sadness
#suffering
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 4:01pm
7th Mar 2025 4:01pm
The Narcissist Monologue - "God , King / Nothing"
I am the sun. They orbit me.
(They should.)
(They do.)
If they don’t—
(well. I fix that.)
What is truth but the story I tell?
What is memory but what I say happened?
What is love but control wrapped in silk?
(I am good.)
(I am kind.)
(I am the victim, aren’t I?)
—they’re so sensitive.
twist a word, they shatter.
say nothing, they shatter.
must I do everything?
they would be nothing without me.
they should thank me, really.
(they do. they should. they must.) ...
(They should.)
(They do.)
If they don’t—
(well. I fix that.)
What is truth but the story I tell?
What is memory but what I say happened?
What is love but control wrapped in silk?
(I am good.)
(I am kind.)
(I am the victim, aren’t I?)
—they’re so sensitive.
twist a word, they shatter.
say nothing, they shatter.
must I do everything?
they would be nothing without me.
they should thank me, really.
(they do. they should. they must.) ...
#anger
#dark
#denial #emptiness
#denial #emptiness
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EveAteRedApples
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:03am
7th Mar 2025 1:03am
No, no, keep it in your pants
Sometimes I swear
you look at me
and think
you know what our relationship
really needs? more dysfunction
And you fuck off to la la land
like I don't exist for anything
more than eye candy
and my half of the rent
The last time you took me
on a date
you complained you spent
too much money
after you wouldn't let
me split it
because being a provider
makes you feel manly
But I gotta say
you know what's not manly?
treating your lover like
a sexual...
you look at me
and think
you know what our relationship
really needs? more dysfunction
And you fuck off to la la land
like I don't exist for anything
more than eye candy
and my half of the rent
The last time you took me
on a date
you complained you spent
too much money
after you wouldn't let
me split it
because being a provider
makes you feel manly
But I gotta say
you know what's not manly?
treating your lover like
a sexual...
#anger
#disappointment
#lover
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 11:37pm
6th Mar 2025 11:37pm
Someone like me
Someone like me
You won't find anywhere else
I Iive on earth
And I enjoy living on earth
There are people
That are trying to change me
They say that is not good
For me to be a Christian
Also they want me to be perfect
I will never be that
Because I have my faults also
You won't find anywhere else
I Iive on earth
And I enjoy living on earth
There are people
That are trying to change me
They say that is not good
For me to be a Christian
Also they want me to be perfect
I will never be that
Because I have my faults also
#anger
#boredom
#despair
#heartbroken
#shame
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HadesRising
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 2:58am
6th Mar 2025 2:58am
THE UNWANTED
I am the last man standing
When all of my demons are trapped inside
Just a reliquary of life's bullshit
Haunting just like bazaar of nightmares
Incarcerated in diabolical design
A motherfucking monster in this mirror of mine
I'm at the straight razor shrine
Finger on the trigger and a foot on the landmine
On the left hand path, walking
And kicking the skulls who thought that
They were superior to anyone else
They didn't give a fuck so why should I
I am the Unwanted
Who never wanted to fit your schemes
I...
When all of my demons are trapped inside
Just a reliquary of life's bullshit
Haunting just like bazaar of nightmares
Incarcerated in diabolical design
A motherfucking monster in this mirror of mine
I'm at the straight razor shrine
Finger on the trigger and a foot on the landmine
On the left hand path, walking
And kicking the skulls who thought that
They were superior to anyone else
They didn't give a fuck so why should I
I am the Unwanted
Who never wanted to fit your schemes
I...
#anger
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Koulouri
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:44pm
5th Mar 2025 9:44pm
Pop.
Jealously coils like snakes around my head,
whispering and flicking tongues in my ear.
My knees feel weak,
the brittleness of my bones shake with regret.
Fear covers my skin like a cold shower,
the walls feel so close and so far.
my stomach feels full with so much anger,
I sense bitter bile rising.
Saddness is in my throat
I cough it up from the bottom of my lungs.
I push my fingers into my skull,
hoping to pressure it into happiness.
Or to squeeze till I pop,
like an ugly old pimple.
One that's just ready...
whispering and flicking tongues in my ear.
My knees feel weak,
the brittleness of my bones shake with regret.
Fear covers my skin like a cold shower,
the walls feel so close and so far.
my stomach feels full with so much anger,
I sense bitter bile rising.
Saddness is in my throat
I cough it up from the bottom of my lungs.
I push my fingers into my skull,
hoping to pressure it into happiness.
Or to squeeze till I pop,
like an ugly old pimple.
One that's just ready...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression #fear
#depression #fear
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xthan
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 2:16pm
5th Mar 2025 2:16pm
Fangs
It was sickening having to
look straight in their eyes
no lights were on, dead
to everything in existence,
known eyes like that before
and they never leave you
alone afterwards.
All I had was an insolated room,
they couldn't unlock their side
of the door only my keys could,
if was alone, in that small room,
I couldn't bare to think what my
hands could have, would
have done.
I imagine something along
the lines of tearing limbs away,
crumbling them down like dust
wings...
look straight in their eyes
no lights were on, dead
to everything in existence,
known eyes like that before
and they never leave you
alone afterwards.
All I had was an insolated room,
they couldn't unlock their side
of the door only my keys could,
if was alone, in that small room,
I couldn't bare to think what my
hands could have, would
have done.
I imagine something along
the lines of tearing limbs away,
crumbling them down like dust
wings...
#abuse
#anger
#LGBT #transgender
#LGBT #transgender
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 8:05pm
3rd Mar 2025 8:05pm
I DONT GIVE A f**k!
Don’t give a fuck
What you want and how you want it
You will not get from me
Burger King is not my name
Not giving two fucks
If a march broke out
And you ass was there
I would gather all those
Sweet, daisies and rammed
So far up your ass. You would
See my manicured hand in your mouth
Three fucks not givin
This is not meant to be non violent
Martin is not my King at the moment
Malcolm said by any means necessary
How's a Sig Sauer P226 sound?
Necessary?
If this was just a one...
What you want and how you want it
You will not get from me
Burger King is not my name
Not giving two fucks
If a march broke out
And you ass was there
I would gather all those
Sweet, daisies and rammed
So far up your ass. You would
See my manicured hand in your mouth
Three fucks not givin
This is not meant to be non violent
Martin is not my King at the moment
Malcolm said by any means necessary
How's a Sig Sauer P226 sound?
Necessary?
If this was just a one...
#anger
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