Aggressiveness Poems | Examples

Ode to Fun

Seriousness leads to statehood
Eventually it does
Fun maintains anarchic mood
A peaceful little buzz
It helps the plants to grow
It colours up the day
It makes me want to go
Just every which way
I’m living on the fun side
In hiding from aggressiveness 
Through time and space I gently glide 
Away from seriousness
I know it stalks me anyway
To occupy my time
With suffering about what may
Occur like senseless crime
I can be judged, despised and banned
But fun’s the only thing 
That never fails me in this land
Of which no bird would sing
All the calamities I’ve known
All troubles deadly heap 
Can’t shatter love, which I had sown
And fun is what I reap.

Magnanimity Manifested

Midst his playfulness,
I could find gracefulness;
Midst pugnacity,
Great amicability;
Bravery wrapped in fear,
Foolishness enveloped cheer;
He chased rats and cats,
And humans he thought burglars;
His irritability outwitted sociability,
Aggressiveness withstood passivity;
Seeming treachery,
Couldn’t hide his loyalty;
It’s hence when he died for me,
To protect me from an accident to be;
Words like defender or Savior,
I found, could never define his behavior...


11 January 2022

Contagious Aggressiveness

What might be the matter 
With our next-door Martha,
Her rash mischief steady 
And she, by choice, heady; 
Content to seem an Eddy,
Her gross slaps often ready 
Last week, the cheeks of Freddie? 

And her guy who is intelligent 
Keeps betraying more The Belligerent
Our own share of Satan’s Sergeant,
For his weapons include detergent 
And maybe, tomorrow, A Reagent!
A huge surprise they call him agent,
Who thinks and acts like an insurgent.

I keep espying an aggressiveness
Of catching sureness and silliness

History

History never goes away totally
Some remain
The repetitions of characters or mischieves
Selfishness
Greediness
Aggressiveness
Maybe we man
Who discovers the time
Who invents the clock
Who discovers the black hole
Who travels in space
Can stop or reverse time
To return to the previous gland  age
For a better trial
A rebirth
And a better tomorrow
May be a new kingdom in outer space

Her Mad Hatter Notoriousness

She said she had a Mad Hatter notoriousness 
But I did not see it in any whit of a way. 
She flaunted it with an aggressiveness 
that amused me at first, but then irritated.

I thought she was kidding when she said how popular she was
But many fawning sycophants followed her around
Believing it as truth because she was aggressive
I imagined that none wanted her meanness turned on them.

I am getting increasingly more popular she bragged at supper.
Mom laughed, but Dad congratulated her. 
She always was his favorite daughter, me being the homely one.

My soul did not believe in her Mad Hatter notoriousness,
so we stayed at home, not looking out the window 
While other weak-mined sycophants goose stepped behind her, 
throwing flattery out of their mouths like yesterday’s leaves.

Three of My Halloween Costumes

Gypsy Fortune Teller costume revealed my most dazzling self
Wearing hot pink, silver, gold, purples, and flaming oranges.
Carrying a crystal ball, tarot cards and runes.
An elaborately embroidered shawl over my shoulders.
Enjoyed myself ever so much at the Octoberfest, reading palms.
My psychic self pranced forth, hugging my soul with delight.

Pirate Queen costume, reveals my hidden slashing self.
She looked so unassuming, they thought, until they saw me now.
My blousy sleeves set off my enormous black boots and eight inch belt.
I moved daringly, with aggressiveness I usually cannot muster.
The crowd cleared a way, seeing my determined purposeful pirate walk.
Sword and pistol attached to my side, I felt a confidence I rarely feel.
I growled at a few children and they laughed, because they knew me.

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark costume revealing more than I should have.
My sensual, sexual, excited to be me side, so I shared it only with my man.
Wearing it at home, in the bedroom where others rarely go.
He likes this one the best. Even better than my French maid costume.
Enough said.

You - a Poem About Passive Aggressiveness

You wonder why I feel alone - u don’t understand - do you get where I stand?
Only...hm, if only you knew how lonely I felt at this present time...only you would know...
Understand that I’m lonely because of YOU, yet u still don’t understand how things got so...out of hand...was it because of ME? Yes and no, it was because of YOU and me, u see? Ah, now you see where both of our airplanes land.

Nothing Runs Faster Than Water

nothing run faster than water 

water got no enemy
but not when you can't 
swim

never provoke the waters
cos the it goddess 
also got powers 

when it strike 
it's unstoppable
you can't withstand
it aggressiveness

it force could shake the 
world 

we could see what 
disaster she could do
with her force 

so here you see water 
has life 
if not despite it force
why do you need it 

so when we abuse 
water

when we pollute the sea

when we kill it inhabitants

despite we feed on it fishes
yet we abuse water 

and when it strike
it force is unstoppable cos
nothing runs faster than water

Unrest of Spirit

The commotion comes with aggressiveness,
It haunts me without having a chance to atone;
Nothing seems to be clear enough I digress;
The addiction is high it makes me forlorn.

In time I had voluntary admitted myself to rehab,
The unrest of my spirit fought me without respite;
I had decided to be clean even though I was drab,
The unrest spirit of alcohol relented without a fight.


Friday 9th November 2018
Unrest of Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward

This Earth We Live In

This earth we live in by blind force,
looks a poison gourd not avoidable.
Born without choice we agonize
Forced to live on earth we are mutes

Innocence one comes with on earth.
Ignorance one carries to this planet.
They soon vanish without warning bells,
and replacements are made in secret.

Venom conduct for primitive innocence,
dangerous facts for loving ignorance,
aggressiveness for humility and love; and
the list flows unstoppable cradle to grave

Not one of these is from mother’s womb.
in the stomach of the earth rest things
poisonous things, evil much cherished
that contaminate the soul, mind and heart 

And humans are what they should not,
having been poisoned by the gourd

Eminent Domain

Something seems amiss,
 yard creatures abound today
 demanding and fighting over seed and food.
The usual half dozen squirrels
 have doubled up,
 unfamiliar birds have come.
Each more determined and persistent
  than the residents
  the familiar furry faces of the seasons.
Aggressiveness is rampant
  and the regulars, more timid
  are pushed off to the sidelines.
They wait patiently
  in hidden places of refuge
  the holly and the full leaved brush.
The cold falls heavy on the leaves
  that crunch beneath
  fast, quick, tiny feet.
The parade goes on constant on the move
  for an hour or more
  and then suddenly, mid morning -
all is quiet
  only a few remain behind,
  the clean up crew.
Like scavengers
  they prevail
  retaking their place and residence in the yard.

Palace Boy

in the castle, it smells like acid 
it makes my nose bleed, and burns my skin 
it's okay, though, we live with it 

you love your future, you love your minions 
you call them cool like they're not very putrid 
it's okay though, i live with it 

palace boy, don't you want to leave this city?
are you married to the oddities
of the gold trash people, prince of the community 
you hate this place but you hate saying goodbye 
to us grody ass clowns 
to your high class status in this lower class town 

aggressiveness, confidence 
you're aware of what they wear, what their hair is 
you've got no mind, but you've got your sociability 

you're no better, just made of leather 
from their skin, while you get all your things done 
you think you're king but you know nothing 'bout your kingdom 

palace boy, don't you want to leave this city?
are you married to the oddities 
of the gold trash people, prince of the community 
you hate this place but you hate saying goodbye 
to us grody ass clowns 
to your high class status in this lower class town

If I Was White

If I was white,
would I be expected to be bright?

If I was white,
would my condition cause you to be contrite?

If I was white,
would my aggressiveness lead to a fight?

If I was white,
would my ceiling have a limited height?

If I was white,
would my dreams soar high as a kite?

If I was white,
would I have unlimited insight?

If I was white,
would I have the opportunity to innately see the light?

If I was white,
would you fear me at night?

If I was white,
would I be born with a negative plight?

If I was white,
would I have to be extra polite?

If I was white,
would I have to fear being killed by police on sight?

If I was white,
would that really make everything alright?

Unknown

Laying in the depths of the unknown,
Harvesting such emotional prowess ‘til it’s fully grown,
Finally showing itself,
The monster has surfaced,
Its energetic aggressiveness trumps all around it,
The fire,
The hot fire lashing out, 
The animalistic pressure rising to even newer heights,
The monster sets out for total destruction,
I know this monster,
I am familiar with its capabilities to harm and destroy,
I can relate to it,
Something needs to be done before the reality becomes regrettable,
And the aftershocks become news,
And the aftershocks.... become news.

What I Am and Who Am I

My lavish world of happiness
With digging of hole to fall down myself 
To flow into the drainage  
Far afar to go and go and go 
Damaged all and ruined 
But know why? No idea 
Perhaps missing and losing heart 
Big breakage and gaping 
Heart-loss moment and loss of trust 
My heart was clean so far  
I was thinking with boldness 
The time was driven to me to the way of endanger.  

It was the battle of life  
The bad days of life  
Truthfulness of life 
Years gathered thoughts and knowledge dampening 
And harshness of valueless spilling fate  
Concurrent offerings brought better experiences 
Useless practices and securing hate occurred  
Growing in the mind mostly  
Painful moments padlocked.  

I got diagnosed with growing sorrows 
God! You are omniscient and almighty 
I know you have created to me and landed 
Overlapping with this stressful life bringing monotonous moment 
I am dying in this survival  
Plenty of thoughts dying  
Bizarre of my life dying along with 
My fun dying, my pleasure dying 
My activeness and aggressiveness all dying 
O God! Then say to me who I am? 
I am your creativity or throwing trash of this Earth?

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