Poems About Anger Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about anger published by members recently online.
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
Malice, At Last
Dark Embrace
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
#anger
#FeelingLost
#hurt
#SelfHarm
#violence
275 reads
6 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
Malice, At Last
Dark Embrace
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
#anger
#FeelingLost
#hurt
#SelfHarm
#violence
275 reads
6 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
Malice, At Last
Dark Embrace
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
#anger
#FeelingLost
#hurt
#SelfHarm
#violence
275 reads
6 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
Malice, At Last
Dark Embrace
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
#anger
#FeelingLost
#hurt
#SelfHarm
#violence
275 reads
6 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
Malice, At Last
Dark Embrace
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
#anger
#FeelingLost
#hurt
#SelfHarm
#violence
275 reads
6 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
4th Apr 2022 1:31am
4th Apr 2022 1:31am
her.
I saw an old wheelchair, dusty
forgotten in the corner
of an even older thrift store.
Lost in imagination, I saw her
pull it next to my front window,
a giant, ego-shaped blot
in the view of my glorious sun.
She scratches her shitty sketches
of my wind chimes, turning
to ask almost wistfully, on a sigh.
Why, should she have an Etsy store?
All with legs held downward,
as if she’s a 1920’s starlet, having
dramatically lost the use of her legs.
forgotten in the corner
of an even older thrift store.
Lost in imagination, I saw her
pull it next to my front window,
a giant, ego-shaped blot
in the view of my glorious sun.
She scratches her shitty sketches
of my wind chimes, turning
to ask almost wistfully, on a sigh.
Why, should she have an Etsy store?
All with legs held downward,
as if she’s a 1920’s starlet, having
dramatically lost the use of her legs.
#anger
#family
#dreams
196 reads
7 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
4th Apr 2022 1:31am
4th Apr 2022 1:31am
her.
I saw an old wheelchair, dusty
forgotten in the corner
of an even older thrift store.
Lost in imagination, I saw her
pull it next to my front window,
a giant, ego-shaped blot
in the view of my glorious sun.
She scratches her shitty sketches
of my wind chimes, turning
to ask almost wistfully, on a sigh.
Why, should she have an Etsy store?
All with legs held downward,
as if she’s a 1920’s starlet, having
dramatically lost the use of her legs.
forgotten in the corner
of an even older thrift store.
Lost in imagination, I saw her
pull it next to my front window,
a giant, ego-shaped blot
in the view of my glorious sun.
She scratches her shitty sketches
of my wind chimes, turning
to ask almost wistfully, on a sigh.
Why, should she have an Etsy store?
All with legs held downward,
as if she’s a 1920’s starlet, having
dramatically lost the use of her legs.
#anger
#family
#dreams
196 reads
7 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
4th Apr 2022 1:31am
4th Apr 2022 1:31am
her.
I saw an old wheelchair, dusty
forgotten in the corner
of an even older thrift store.
Lost in imagination, I saw her
pull it next to my front window,
a giant, ego-shaped blot
in the view of my glorious sun.
She scratches her shitty sketches
of my wind chimes, turning
to ask almost wistfully, on a sigh.
Why, should she have an Etsy store?
All with legs held downward,
as if she’s a 1920’s starlet, having
dramatically lost the use of her legs.
forgotten in the corner
of an even older thrift store.
Lost in imagination, I saw her
pull it next to my front window,
a giant, ego-shaped blot
in the view of my glorious sun.
She scratches her shitty sketches
of my wind chimes, turning
to ask almost wistfully, on a sigh.
Why, should she have an Etsy store?
All with legs held downward,
as if she’s a 1920’s starlet, having
dramatically lost the use of her legs.
#anger
#family
#dreams
196 reads
7 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 1:22pm
15th Jun 2024 1:22pm
The Key
the key into the depth of her soul
where the shadows of the past exist
the shadows dance with eerie music
the padded room had slashed walls
they peek in with curiosity
they want so much to touch
and prod and poke
does she exists beyond the ethereal
the key is hidden away in her mind
a word spoken a soft touch
there is flickering hope in the abyss
there demons dwell dancing with her mind
the key is stuck within
words like thorns embedded
in wounds oozing pus
the key is called Compassion
where the shadows of the past exist
the shadows dance with eerie music
the padded room had slashed walls
they peek in with curiosity
they want so much to touch
and prod and poke
does she exists beyond the ethereal
the key is hidden away in her mind
a word spoken a soft touch
there is flickering hope in the abyss
there demons dwell dancing with her mind
the key is stuck within
words like thorns embedded
in wounds oozing pus
the key is called Compassion
#anger
#MentalHealth
117 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 1:22pm
15th Jun 2024 1:22pm
The Key
the key into the depth of her soul
where the shadows of the past exist
the shadows dance with eerie music
the padded room had slashed walls
they peek in with curiosity
they want so much to touch
and prod and poke
does she exists beyond the ethereal
the key is hidden away in her mind
a word spoken a soft touch
there is flickering hope in the abyss
there demons dwell dancing with her mind
the key is stuck within
words like thorns embedded
in wounds oozing pus
the key is called Compassion
where the shadows of the past exist
the shadows dance with eerie music
the padded room had slashed walls
they peek in with curiosity
they want so much to touch
and prod and poke
does she exists beyond the ethereal
the key is hidden away in her mind
a word spoken a soft touch
there is flickering hope in the abyss
there demons dwell dancing with her mind
the key is stuck within
words like thorns embedded
in wounds oozing pus
the key is called Compassion
#anger
#MentalHealth
117 reads
8 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
15th Feb 2022 2:37pm
15th Feb 2022 2:37pm
WARNING SOMEONE iS STEALING WORK
Hi I was informed to go on Instagram there's a poet called Passionate_pen
He has loads of my work up as his own and there's plenty of other poems. I tried to report him Instagram wasn't interested I messeged him he was very rude and has now blocked me. Have a peak you might see some of your stuff
Love and light people
Ron
Here is the link to see if your works there
https://instagram.com/passionate_pen__
He has loads of my work up as his own and there's plenty of other poems. I tried to report him Instagram wasn't interested I messeged him he was very rude and has now blocked me. Have a peak you might see some of your stuff
Love and light people
Ron
Here is the link to see if your works there
https://instagram.com/passionate_pen__
#anger
414 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 1:07am
7th Nov 2024 1:07am
Threnodial Sapphic for Liberty
Now the sore winners seek more necks to stretch
because MAGA cancer has metastasized
out from an especially monstrous letch...
so foolishly prized.
The people abandoned good sense and sweet hope
to vote for a mob armed with threatening guns
as more educations on a downward slope...
have cost overruns.
And Democrats are the ones they will all blame
when the bombs keep falling on children and moms
as they burn away in the phosphorus flame...
of endless pogroms.
There's more pain ahead, so get used to it...
because MAGA cancer has metastasized
out from an especially monstrous letch...
so foolishly prized.
The people abandoned good sense and sweet hope
to vote for a mob armed with threatening guns
as more educations on a downward slope...
have cost overruns.
And Democrats are the ones they will all blame
when the bombs keep falling on children and moms
as they burn away in the phosphorus flame...
of endless pogroms.
There's more pain ahead, so get used to it...
#anger
#disappointment
98 reads
2 Comments
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