Agression Poems - Poems about Agression

...I observe the continual ' over liberal 'design.' Demand Demand and to shoot, is there any moral line.? Spurred on by sucsss's over forty years.' Assulting workable familiy units.. With a barrage ......

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...The Conundrums of Today and the Promise of Tomorrow A tear of genuine sorrow forming in the eye of an innocent child The fear of what the feminine has borrowed in order to represent itself as wi......

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...In startling spirit of war the dragon stuck out its tongue offensive flames of fire......

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...Sometimes things don't go on our way, Wondering why it has always been that way? The agression and grief, Is never replaced with relief. Being tongue tied, And brain hyped, Lungs rotten,......

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...you are afraid that seeming soft makes you weak, so you over compensate with anger and agression in order to appear fierce, so that you can feel as though you are strong, you feel that you cannot fee......

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..."The melodies of Life" Melodies that excite an old Tymer to think he is still in his prime! Perhaps he is as old as he desires to feel? I have no idea but these melodies are remedies like broken......

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...I'm the topic of discussion, a lot of me is functioned Off of the asumption that I've probably been punching Things to harm by beating it, the gossip is percussion But the anger pulls me in and I'......

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...Here's sumthing I kinda find funny All these friends around really don't know me everyone has a reflection here of Stay outa my image if you can't look in the mirror Now you can go with this or t......

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...I have two friends I can't seem to defriend them because they have seemed to mend themselves deep under my skin, and not only that but they have also entwined themselves into my brain One's ......

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...Clouds of despair engulf me in a thorny shroud As encircling flames flicker from their blackened edges Rising up against grand columns of pent up agression Their sharpened roots borne of my pores ......

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...passive agression schizoid fantasy she seemed patient like green earth quiet and withdrawn like a hermit interjection of thoughts projection of wants red wine we are walking white sand spre......

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...Was it my red eyes? That had me forewarned? In the mirrior I can't see my face, hands or forearms My souls gone till dawn, because this is what the bottles drawn My drools thickened, my rooms spin......

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...May in Moscow's my favorite month, You feel you live, no longer exist. You look beautiful, no more a moth, Every morning green grass bears some mist. May is for taking long evening walks, Brea......

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...OMG this is what I think as I am reading? thus pus poems and yes they stink simple in word mire contrivances with rancid rhyme scheme redundants that exude explanatory expectorants spouting w......

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...Demolish your demons, demolish the pain. Enlarge your smiles, happiness you will gain. Slaughter the evil, inside your mind. This makes you feel better, I think that you'll find. Ruin th......

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