Long Poems About Anger
#anger
Long poems about anger. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Cancelled From Birth
The Devil stayed on me-so I turned out pretty bad
Punk-bitch old man was never around-so the evil within I just called dad,
“Every time mom dragged me to church I got crazy mad
That’s why every Sunday before and after church she was beating my ass,
“Because my attitude towards religion could be considered a sin
So, Brimstone Boulevard will be my final destination in the motherfuckin end,
“The bullshit lies she told, everyone thought I was possessed in the head
And her fucked up stories from the start was graveyard dead,
...
Punk-bitch old man was never around-so the evil within I just called dad,
“Every time mom dragged me to church I got crazy mad
That’s why every Sunday before and after church she was beating my ass,
“Because my attitude towards religion could be considered a sin
So, Brimstone Boulevard will be my final destination in the motherfuckin end,
“The bullshit lies she told, everyone thought I was possessed in the head
And her fucked up stories from the start was graveyard dead,
...
#anger
#religion
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Rant …..
There are two of you
And you have done so much manipulating and convincing that the other side of you does not exist .. that even you believe the entire shit show of a lie
Like a grenade ,
Pin just pulled
you destroy everything within arms reach
Confronting that side of you
questioning your actions is a suicide mission
It’s just easier to play along with you
Seeking out the truth just adds more bullshit about you
That I have to lie to myself and hide
Instead of engaging during one of your meltdowns
I sat in the passenger seat...
And you have done so much manipulating and convincing that the other side of you does not exist .. that even you believe the entire shit show of a lie
Like a grenade ,
Pin just pulled
you destroy everything within arms reach
Confronting that side of you
questioning your actions is a suicide mission
It’s just easier to play along with you
Seeking out the truth just adds more bullshit about you
That I have to lie to myself and hide
Instead of engaging during one of your meltdowns
I sat in the passenger seat...
#anger
#regret
#conflict #lies
#conflict #lies
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Spitting Stone
Recognize motherfuckas and know right off the top
How I write my poetry CS won’t change or won’t stop,
“Just letting motherfuckas know-now let me explain
Time to drop unforgiven funky shit just like hard rain,
“I will never say I’m the best or the greatest writer
But many still read my shit, no comment and become a biter,
“To you plagiarizing bitches here is my answer
I hope your brain rots out and you catch mouth cancer,
“From bible bitches to pussy open ho’s on onlyfans
I’ll even fuck a ghetto thot in the back of...
How I write my poetry CS won’t change or won’t stop,
“Just letting motherfuckas know-now let me explain
Time to drop unforgiven funky shit just like hard rain,
“I will never say I’m the best or the greatest writer
But many still read my shit, no comment and become a biter,
“To you plagiarizing bitches here is my answer
I hope your brain rots out and you catch mouth cancer,
“From bible bitches to pussy open ho’s on onlyfans
I’ll even fuck a ghetto thot in the back of...
#anger
#hate
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Menopausal Madness
You have no idea how chaotic and stressful my life has been in the last several weeks
I’m living with a passive aggressive nutjob
no more smiles or laughter
those days are over
one second she’s quiet, the next she’s crying
a minute later were having a normal conversation, the next she begins an argument
not just any argument,
screaming at the top of her lungs
something as petty as why the garbage wasn’t thrown out,
or why is there 20 dollars missing out of her wallet
clearly she forgets that she has numerous wallets throughout many different...
I’m living with a passive aggressive nutjob
no more smiles or laughter
those days are over
one second she’s quiet, the next she’s crying
a minute later were having a normal conversation, the next she begins an argument
not just any argument,
screaming at the top of her lungs
something as petty as why the garbage wasn’t thrown out,
or why is there 20 dollars missing out of her wallet
clearly she forgets that she has numerous wallets throughout many different...
#anger
#MentalHealth
#LifeCycle #menstruation
#LifeCycle #menstruation
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Pretty lies and convienent truths
Born into a realm where facades gleam and half-truths soothe,
Before 'mother' found form on my tongue, from her bosom I was removed.
At the tender age of eight, braided yarn in hand,
I unearthed secrets in those threads, a world unplanned.
By nine, my discoveries brought labels, harsh and cold,
Branded 'broken', a narrative unfairly told.
At eleven, within actual school walls I was set,
Solitude my prior tutor, with beasts and boughs my only bet.
Clueless in the art of mingling, a misfit in their space, ...
Before 'mother' found form on my tongue, from her bosom I was removed.
At the tender age of eight, braided yarn in hand,
I unearthed secrets in those threads, a world unplanned.
By nine, my discoveries brought labels, harsh and cold,
Branded 'broken', a narrative unfairly told.
At eleven, within actual school walls I was set,
Solitude my prior tutor, with beasts and boughs my only bet.
Clueless in the art of mingling, a misfit in their space, ...
#anger
#lies
#betrayal
#manipulation
#deception
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Utterly disgusting and quite thoroughly, revoltingly sick!
By Stanley Collymore
Purposely mixing your supposedly
known biological father's sperm
with your own, to ensure that
your partner gets pregnant, posing an
obvious possibility, that you basically
either knew, or effectively suspected
that at best, you possibly have a low
sperm count, or are crucially, literally
azoospermiac is very reprehensible.
And any genuinely, moral individual
will fully recognize that as the case.
Seemingly, however, Britain is now
so thoroughly morally and simply
discernibly debased, that...
Purposely mixing your supposedly
known biological father's sperm
with your own, to ensure that
your partner gets pregnant, posing an
obvious possibility, that you basically
either knew, or effectively suspected
that at best, you possibly have a low
sperm count, or are crucially, literally
azoospermiac is very reprehensible.
And any genuinely, moral individual
will fully recognize that as the case.
Seemingly, however, Britain is now
so thoroughly morally and simply
discernibly debased, that...
#anger
#rejection
#dark
#greed
#denial
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Cutthroat
First off fuck you and fuck your fake ass!
You claim to be a bad ass bitch that can whoop on anybody, kill anybody, make anybody beg for mercy yet you cry and whine more than a toddler beggin’ for a toy they can’t have.
Isn’t it so sad how you’re thirty and yet you seek for more validation than an eighteen year old Onlyfans thot showing off her ass to the world meanwhile you’re a thirsty bitch seeking attention from men who ain’t even with you, but will kiss your ass ‘cause they want to fuck you all ‘cause you give them that impression you’ll suck any of their dicks, but in...
You claim to be a bad ass bitch that can whoop on anybody, kill anybody, make anybody beg for mercy yet you cry and whine more than a toddler beggin’ for a toy they can’t have.
Isn’t it so sad how you’re thirty and yet you seek for more validation than an eighteen year old Onlyfans thot showing off her ass to the world meanwhile you’re a thirsty bitch seeking attention from men who ain’t even with you, but will kiss your ass ‘cause they want to fuck you all ‘cause you give them that impression you’ll suck any of their dicks, but in...
#anger
#betrayal
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Horror of it All
#anger
#family
#violence
#abuse
#prison
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Senseless Violence
Thirty plus years ago I was watching the local news. One of the main stories was of a young man aged 20 being murdered. Not by a criminal, or his friends, but by the police.
The boy who had mental issues was running around the apartment with two knives pointed at his chest yelling, “I’M GOING TO KILL MYSELF; I’M GOING TO KILL MYSELF!!” The boy’s father calls the police explaining that my boy wants to kill himself. The police arrive. They have five officers arrive at the scene. The boy became agitated when the police arrived. He climbed out of the window and onto a fire escape. The...
The boy who had mental issues was running around the apartment with two knives pointed at his chest yelling, “I’M GOING TO KILL MYSELF; I’M GOING TO KILL MYSELF!!” The boy’s father calls the police explaining that my boy wants to kill himself. The police arrive. They have five officers arrive at the scene. The boy became agitated when the police arrived. He climbed out of the window and onto a fire escape. The...
#sadness
#anger
#grief #hurt
#grief #hurt
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Tomorrow, and other nihilistic folderol (Macbeth, 5.5.16-28)
When madness beseeches me
to break my body against
the pliant ground
I think of the kind lips
I tasted yesterday
and all my yesterdays culminate
into one ethereal instant
because time has no meaning,
no bearing, no recourse, no match,
it’s stretched out in an infinite string
of sped-up needless nights
and lived in one
checkered photograph
at a time with no future ahead
and but a few ...
to break my body against
the pliant ground
I think of the kind lips
I tasted yesterday
and all my yesterdays culminate
into one ethereal instant
because time has no meaning,
no bearing, no recourse, no match,
it’s stretched out in an infinite string
of sped-up needless nights
and lived in one
checkered photograph
at a time with no future ahead
and but a few ...
#sadness
#anger
#grief #despair
#grief #despair
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Jocasta in Heels and Hose
#anger
#anxiety
#despair
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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Slump'' Marasme ''
I always find my alter ego whenever i roam the rocky hills, or skip gaily rightout from home, into the pine forest on the village fringe, where the pure breeze inspires the pastoral themes..where life in its prime tells the truth, the wisdom and the true feeling.There ! is my Home !
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silence and indolence, where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty cafe shops, and shady nooks, and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age, reap what the dead ones have sown...
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silence and indolence, where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty cafe shops, and shady nooks, and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age, reap what the dead ones have sown...
#anger
#rejection
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Anger