Least Read Poems About Anger
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Least read poems about anger. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
16th Dec 2021 5:47pm
16th Dec 2021 5:47pm
Dead To Me
The stench of your composure
Sealed your coffin of closure
The tea party is over
Every bone has reaped exposure
That gurgle you speak
Which you think is interpreted to me as speech
Dive to their deaths off your beak
Drowned in your bullshit creek
Every advance you make is cold
A candle snuffed out but never old
Always ventured-never sold
Guilty ridden-predatorily sowed
Sealed your coffin of closure
The tea party is over
Every bone has reaped exposure
That gurgle you speak
Which you think is interpreted to me as speech
Dive to their deaths off your beak
Drowned in your bullshit creek
Every advance you make is cold
A candle snuffed out but never old
Always ventured-never sold
Guilty ridden-predatorily sowed
#anger
#hate
#grief
#dark
#disappointment
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11 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2021 10:26pm
3rd Feb 2021 10:26pm
Ramifications
#sadness
#anger
#dark
#heartbroken
#despair
22 reads
9 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 10:03am
18th Apr 2024 10:03am
rat catcher
Rat Catcher
I feel repulsed when he is near, I ought to have compassion
for this cripple, a twisted foot. an arm that does not
function as it should a beggar with scabby skin, eyes as black
as looking into the dark side of the wishing moon
this is not a man you can be kind to, the more you give him
the more he hats you and wishes you an early death.
His diversion is to follow funeral processions, but not into
the cemetery, no one wants him there
I have wondered why I dislike this cripple so much it must
be a memory of my childhood ...
I feel repulsed when he is near, I ought to have compassion
for this cripple, a twisted foot. an arm that does not
function as it should a beggar with scabby skin, eyes as black
as looking into the dark side of the wishing moon
this is not a man you can be kind to, the more you give him
the more he hats you and wishes you an early death.
His diversion is to follow funeral processions, but not into
the cemetery, no one wants him there
I have wondered why I dislike this cripple so much it must
be a memory of my childhood ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
14th Apr 2020 6:59pm
14th Apr 2020 6:59pm
I AM NOT INVISIBLE!!!!
I melt along the storms of sand
Persecuted to suffer her desert command
My anatomy speaks flesh in its physical form
But somehow I’m opaque in societies swarm
My fashion attire is visible
Skirting about the despicable
Loud and bright for all to see
Astounding garments canvasing the hollow me
My voice is energetic and mighty
Yet still it hums in the drums of those that spite me
My dreams are raw beyond the Stars movie
Yet they still pass me by and seclude me
I AM NOT INVISIBLE!!!!
My blood runs the same color as...
Persecuted to suffer her desert command
My anatomy speaks flesh in its physical form
But somehow I’m opaque in societies swarm
My fashion attire is visible
Skirting about the despicable
Loud and bright for all to see
Astounding garments canvasing the hollow me
My voice is energetic and mighty
Yet still it hums in the drums of those that spite me
My dreams are raw beyond the Stars movie
Yet they still pass me by and seclude me
I AM NOT INVISIBLE!!!!
My blood runs the same color as...
#anger
#frustration
#NaPoWriMo2020
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8 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2020 6:53pm
2nd Mar 2020 6:53pm
Bury Me Alive
My life is now forfeit
Benign of any existence
An unholy vessel gone morbid
Rapidly retarding at the account of her distance
Rabid paranoia
Engross my brain
Her and I were earth’s only sequoia
Embalmed through the ashes of deaths domain
We lived a thousand lives
And died ten thousand deaths
She was the first of my wives
The only one to sustain my breaths
I was her ruler
The right hand of Satan
Left hand of God’s skewer
Two pagan deities forsaken
Our love was the epitome of evil
Transposed through light and...
Benign of any existence
An unholy vessel gone morbid
Rapidly retarding at the account of her distance
Rabid paranoia
Engross my brain
Her and I were earth’s only sequoia
Embalmed through the ashes of deaths domain
We lived a thousand lives
And died ten thousand deaths
She was the first of my wives
The only one to sustain my breaths
I was her ruler
The right hand of Satan
Left hand of God’s skewer
Two pagan deities forsaken
Our love was the epitome of evil
Transposed through light and...
#anger
#hate
#grief
#dark
#heartbroken
25 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 10:16am
8th Apr 2024 10:16am
the end of the line
the end of the line
Once upon a time, Norway was a shipping nation
thousand of people employed in this endeavor
because she was a low-paid country and could
haul, mostly American cargo around the world
Alas, oil along her coast, was found, no longer
poo, wages rose that was no good
Other nations, running lower wages, took over
and the Norwegian shipping culture
was history
Once upon a time, Norway was a shipping nation
thousand of people employed in this endeavor
because she was a low-paid country and could
haul, mostly American cargo around the world
Alas, oil along her coast, was found, no longer
poo, wages rose that was no good
Other nations, running lower wages, took over
and the Norwegian shipping culture
was history
#anger
#breakup
#betrayal
#apathy
#bittersweet
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 1:58am
19th Apr 2024 1:58am
Cry of a Palestinian Child
In the midst of despair, a poem emerges,
A lament for the Palestinian child,
Whose cry resounds through streets of ruin,
A piercing plea that knows no bounds.
Tears flow from innocent eyes,
Bearing witness to a reality so harsh,
Where dreams are shattered like broken homes,
And hope is a fragile ember in the dark.
From the ashes of destruction, a voice rises,
A primal scream against the oppressor's might,
Longing for a mother's embrace, a sanctuary,
Yearning for a future free from endless strife.
Occupation's...
A lament for the Palestinian child,
Whose cry resounds through streets of ruin,
A piercing plea that knows no bounds.
Tears flow from innocent eyes,
Bearing witness to a reality so harsh,
Where dreams are shattered like broken homes,
And hope is a fragile ember in the dark.
From the ashes of destruction, a voice rises,
A primal scream against the oppressor's might,
Longing for a mother's embrace, a sanctuary,
Yearning for a future free from endless strife.
Occupation's...
#anger
#grief
26 reads
1 Comment
Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:05pm
Yesterday 9:05pm
Killer Kid! 7 Years old and the complete murdering psychopath!
By Stanley Collymore
This lad who at 7 years old quite
callously and uncaringly killed
a sleeping adult who clearly
was absolutely, totally unknown to him
and with whom he'd previously had no
interaction whatsoever, an undeniably
cold blooded murder, rather evidently
for which he wasn't punished neither
has he shown or vaguely expressed
any remorse for what he clearly did
even to the extent, three years later
at still only aged 10, he threatened
very openly, to murder some class
mates of his at the very...
This lad who at 7 years old quite
callously and uncaringly killed
a sleeping adult who clearly
was absolutely, totally unknown to him
and with whom he'd previously had no
interaction whatsoever, an undeniably
cold blooded murder, rather evidently
for which he wasn't punished neither
has he shown or vaguely expressed
any remorse for what he clearly did
even to the extent, three years later
at still only aged 10, he threatened
very openly, to murder some class
mates of his at the very...
#anger
#confusion
#dark
#hate
#rejection
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oskar
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 8:46am
21st Feb 2024 8:46am
daring men of the truth
those daring men of the truth
The Australian who has been in jail for years to avoid
being sent to the USA, where he will get
further jail terms
He, I'm sure, is difficult to live with and has little tolerance for
other people's views, it goes with the terrain, famous men
who fight for the truth tend to be a handful
We in Europe know of his valiant effort to get the truth
of the war in Syria published
What I don't do the American public know this,
or has the press
made him into a traitor?
We have a man, a protestor, a thorn...
The Australian who has been in jail for years to avoid
being sent to the USA, where he will get
further jail terms
He, I'm sure, is difficult to live with and has little tolerance for
other people's views, it goes with the terrain, famous men
who fight for the truth tend to be a handful
We in Europe know of his valiant effort to get the truth
of the war in Syria published
What I don't do the American public know this,
or has the press
made him into a traitor?
We have a man, a protestor, a thorn...
#anger
#disappointment
#emptiness
#apathy
#bittersweet
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Academic
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 3:08pm
21st Apr 2024 3:08pm
Adam Thomas - Actually the typical Reform Party voter and avid Brexiteer. Lol!
By Stanley Collymore
Adam Thomas: quite self-evidently
not among the obvious sharpest
implements in the cutlery box
is psychopathically an ardently avowed
convicted and very crucially jailed Nazi
aficionado that with the clear approval
of the parole board which distinctively
in spite of its clearly, generally agreed
conclusion wasn't actually convinced
that Adam Thomas is undoubtedly or
even actually significantly a changed
person character-wise, in spite of his
incarceration in jail, and quite simply ...
Adam Thomas: quite self-evidently
not among the obvious sharpest
implements in the cutlery box
is psychopathically an ardently avowed
convicted and very crucially jailed Nazi
aficionado that with the clear approval
of the parole board which distinctively
in spite of its clearly, generally agreed
conclusion wasn't actually convinced
that Adam Thomas is undoubtedly or
even actually significantly a changed
person character-wise, in spite of his
incarceration in jail, and quite simply ...
#anger
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#hate
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Josiah
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 5:07am
21st Apr 2024 5:07am
Pico de Gallo
Without hesitation, my hands furl
Sharpest blade, carbon steel
Satisfaction, skin splitting open
Guts, juices, spilling out, sweet
Tomato blood thick on these hands
How dare he bring her to my table
Screaming stocks leak chlorophyll
Cilantro, tearing, limb from limb
A hint of intrigue, a freshness
I hope it tastes like soap to you
Depedation and decapitation
Prying outer layers, for insides
Chopping, violent and precise
Onions, your tears, never enough
Tossed with serano and lime
With a smile, I deliver on time, ...
Sharpest blade, carbon steel
Satisfaction, skin splitting open
Guts, juices, spilling out, sweet
Tomato blood thick on these hands
How dare he bring her to my table
Screaming stocks leak chlorophyll
Cilantro, tearing, limb from limb
A hint of intrigue, a freshness
I hope it tastes like soap to you
Depedation and decapitation
Prying outer layers, for insides
Chopping, violent and precise
Onions, your tears, never enough
Tossed with serano and lime
With a smile, I deliver on time, ...
#anger
#betrayal
#food
#NaPoWriMo2024
#relationships
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 12:00pm
5th Apr 2024 12:00pm
home at the ranch
Home at the Ranch
Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine
but I have no way to prove it
one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden
cold storm hit, to survive, I shot my horse
cut his stomach open, crept inside, and quickly fell asleep
Awoke, when the storm was over, looked for my horse was gone
maybe a wolf pack had taken its carcass
I walked, or trotted, home to the ranch
the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me a carrot
although I neighed, they put me in the corral
with the...
Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine
but I have no way to prove it
one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden
cold storm hit, to survive, I shot my horse
cut his stomach open, crept inside, and quickly fell asleep
Awoke, when the storm was over, looked for my horse was gone
maybe a wolf pack had taken its carcass
I walked, or trotted, home to the ranch
the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me a carrot
although I neighed, they put me in the corral
with the...
#anger
#jealousy
#breakup #apathy
#breakup #apathy
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