Just like that —
Bridges fall hard
Like a pile of sticks
In your backyard
Against deceit,
Be on your guard
And of betrayal, be wary
A bond that lasted
Twenty years
One day, wake up —
Disappears
A shroud of darkness,
Anger and tears
Like a coal mine eating a canary
So don’t look down —
When you’re crossin’ that mighty Styx
And your friends line up for the gauntlet
As they try to get in their licks
A friend in need?
Who needs that?
Inconvenience
Is like old hat
And we won’t sit where
Poor dupes have set
On the idiot stools of loyalty
Yeah, selfishness
Is a better bet
Bet the coins on your eyes
What you can get
From the shore of memory,
The sun will set
And each of us will feel like royalty
So don’t look down
Tryin’ to make a safe passage
Into later life
But holdin’ onto old relationships
Is like standin’ on a sharpened knife
No don’t look down —
You’re crossin’ that River Styx
Where your friends line up for the gauntlet
Tryin’ to get in last licks
Curses! You woke my Simon Bar Sinister!
Cuz, you fondled Miss Sweet Polly's Purebred!
I'm not gonna tolerate this Riff Raff no more!
Now, you'll deal with the Mighty Underdog's lead!
So, no Shoeshine Boy today little boy!
Go on and call your Cad Lackey, he's cranky!
You're just one more of those Little Rascals!
You're all gonna get a spanking from Spanky!
it …
was his favorite
a tiny, round, delicate bottle
its solid color such a dark blue that it
was almost opaque
but from where she sat on
the end of the bed,
the rising sun had peeked thru louvers
and focused one single ray upon it
morphing the deep navy blue to
a shimmering tanzanite
the little gold screw-cap now a tiny crown
and the whole thing like
a magic talisman -
“Je Reviens” the label reminded …
she reached out, grabbed it off the desk
and flung it hatefully at the wall
it broke with a glassy cry, spattering aroma …
she stood, smiled, and walked out of the apartment
their love shattered … with the bottle.
* For “The Perfume Bottle” Contest, Craig Cornish Judge & Sponsor. *
Which then is it?
Are we so ashamed or so proud of our mistakes,
That we call them experiences.
A.R??
The so called far right, fight with words.
The radical left use weapons.
I always looked at people doing wrong
And said I could never do that
But look at me now
I saw people lying and said
I could never do that
But look at me now
I saw people hurting themselves on purpose
And said I could never do that
But look at me now
I saw people fighting to get
Every day, and said
I could never do that. I love my life
But look at me now
But now I look at myself every day and wish I couldn't.
-GHD
The multitudinous clenches of despair joust intermittently.
Make it hurt.
No witnesses. No empathy. Nor apathy. My stagnation.
The question of purposefulness has the inconsequential ringing of tinnitus banging in my noggin.
Who to bear witness?
Beyond “you,” I suppose...
Thou nameless, faceless, formless and ing omnipresent
God? Given my luck...
Crawling and flowing in my body - more so than my own blood - though never foreign. A homogenous mixture “we” are.
Invasive “you” are not.
Permeating and crushing my existence.
Not of me but never foreign, never.
“You” to bear witness.
My brain rackles with any and all manifestations of grief. How predictable.
Where are “you?”
Inside and outside and inside out and outside out - never foreign.
Take my life then.
Be not afraid. Take my life.
Make this invitation to a new aspiration of my decimation my proclamation.
The after-thought of symbolization, of matter, of merit-
Take my life
I am tired - tired - tired of this rigamaroo
Take my life. Take my breath.
“YOU!”
GIVE. IT. MEANING.
Look what have you done
The deeply etched scars
The immutable pain, once
there was no place for burn
Saw a pretty innocent girl
how she was always smiling
Her feminine, she's dead
She looks alive, but she's gone
The poetry when she spoke
The rhymes that you broke
The heart? it used to pump
Ironic enough it still yearns
Silent nights full of grief
Whispers of soul's belief
My sorrows are conscious
My happiness? never took a turn
Adoration, devotion,
fondness and what not
Majestic embrace, regal grace
Was that all, just for fun?
The madness I always showed
Your real You was what followed
I'm at peace, the soil fits in well
I'm buried below a pretty green fern
I'm not your priotry,
Nor do I care.
I've learnt my place, it's certainly not fair.
The flower dares to strive but dreams to grow,
but she doesn't know she needs more
than the moons faint silver glow.
Her petals begin to shrivel,wrinkle and drop.
She was no longer able to look up to the treetop.
Her sight becomes dim,twisted and slim,
For her flower petals becomes more dim.
She yerned and regretted rejecting the
warmth and the light,
As the moon only had to offer the night.
It's shadows casted stripping her bare,
But she was to blame as the dweller.
A lesson tought well as she wobbles and tobbles.
For a flower who dares to strive With only
a moon will not thrive.
The bloodshot moon merged into the dark, hazy night.
People wandered aimlessly, avoiding a fight.
A sultry bar still open, dispensing hard stuff.
Bootleggers were abundant till the game got rough.
A man sat in a corner observing the scene,
The boozers drank too much like goblins dark of mien.
The quiet man went to a phone booth and whispered,
The platoon was ready, their commands were answered.
A large police squad arrested the offenders,
All were fined, and none offered any false contenders.
Did they learn their lesson and mend their wicked ways?
Go to nearby villages and consider their days.
What is the aspect of life? when your stuck in the matrix, do you still see the light?
Do your run, walk, or crawl? why in every turn there's a wall? And all you can do is call!.
But silence seeps through every crack!
And you look around and no one's calling back!
Why have faith, when you have doubt? It's like everyone's being a scout, looking out! giving us doubt, about every truth we seek out!
What is family?
cause family will do you like dirt, and then ask for satisfaction, but you hurt.!
We struggle everyday, but life's just a game we play.
Were all in the matrix phaze. All stuck in a daze!
JUST KNOW...
Life repeat's, until the end of days!.
By: Keanna Williams
I'm sick and tired of the deplorable Charlie Kirk news.
Both sides are acting like they've never spent any time inside church pews.
The shifting hypocrisy and the conscious lying ~
wouldn't surprise me if every saved American soul in heaven is crying,
wondering how much else their beloved country can stand to lose.
What I say or write,
Might get me deported tonight.
Different from when I was two,
When "Why" and "No" were all I knew.
Growing more inquisitive,
As years went by.
Confronting teachers with what they knew,
Asking "Why" and a question or two.
Final school episode,
Was a flunking grade.
Got an F,
In how I behave.
Not afraid,
Saw a life of questions before me.
Knew I was protected you see,
By the Constitutions "Free Speech".
Now today,
I can be deported.
For what I write,
And say!
The Guardian
A glittering gig for Gaza
must have been great for the participants
From the middle drawer came
stars given a chance to gloriously dress
music, dance, and even poetry read
dramatic words, suitable attire, and
Don't forget how they applaud themselves
One does not like to spoil the party
But what difference does it make so late
in the day with a hundred thousand
dead children under ruins.
One wonders if the newspaper that
reported this feast, has a sense of shame
A conscious
for once
here,
my rapid heart,
can't stop
Flowers
exist,
will die
tomorrow
and
I can't
bring myself
to face
their radiance.
They die as I live
and its not fair.
I've given the clues
to wipe me out here
and for once its fair.
I never have had fun
for decades in the sun
I'm losing my humanity
and I'm so sorry for it....
I wanted to be perfect,
like the ladies so pretty
Radiantly so shining......
I'm fading like a fallen star
and I wish I was already afar...
Specific Types of Anger Poems
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Poems Related to Anger
acrimony, impatience, enmity, rage, fury, antagonism, violence, resentment, animosity, ire, passion, temper, displeasure, irritation, outrage, hatred, exasperation, indignation, vexation, infuriation, hissy fit, inflame, aggravate, embitter, exasperate, infuriate, irritate, exacerbate, enrage, rile, incense, outrage, raise hell,