Anger. Poems - Poems about Anger.

In the mine of silence, within the furnace of pain, a burning soul, prepares for a tremendous explosion! The mantle rocks fractured ...

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You condemn me from shadows you've never dared to leave, Crafting judgment from fragments you refuse to believe. I wear your scorn like armor, forged in silent wars, And still you tremble—because I never needed your doors. You pass your sentences like rituals in a dying faith, But I know truth: it...

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if it were up to me i wouldn't be here. i would have left a long time ago. but others expect things of me. things that i have to do. and so i do them. and i'm not dead yet. from the minute we are born, we are treated like clay. carefully handled, molded by the hands of each person we come in contact with. so i'm sorry...

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A covert narcissist dressed in a hand-me-down victim cloak, Master of the tear-tantrum tactic — He sniffles, sobs, and simpers until your defenses drop, Then slides a betrayal in your back so smooth you almost thank him. A codependent parasite latched to his mother’s emotional tit like a tick, Bound by an enmeshed dynamic so tight you'd think she birthed...

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Clouds of smoke billowed over ruined buildings That once were homes safe and welcoming. Schools where children were learning, Hidden now from view by dust clouds billowing. Out of the dust men came with guns began to fire, Indiscriminate in who they killed mothers, fathers. Such a wailing of grief rose to the...

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from winning a fortune to receiving a text my emotions can’t predict what’s next. a breakup, a letter and one more message from a mother why are we punished now? to break person you need to be a person and i haven’t managed to be one an empty shell the most colourful shell you’ve ever seen a dream letters i cut out...

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To dwell on something could really drive you mad Thinking about it over and over can really make you sad As easy as it is for us to breathe in and breathe out Really that's what letting something go is all about We ponder over it making it bigger than it has to be Allowing negative feelings or animosity take...

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We seek wakefulness. What does Barbados mean to me? Is it the hot sun, broad-brimmed hats, and old khaki pants? It’s the robust men with warm, undertone skin that blends with the cultivated land. We seek constant reassurance from the ones we love that they will be there for us in good times and bad,...

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Copy and paste can be detrimental if used in the wrong place Such as posting and plagiarizing poems from another’s space The time and energy it may take to search for poems to steal It is a waste of time if you’re not going to be authentic and real It’s also a crime to take credit for stolen art,...

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I don’t know you anymore it took nine months I don’t know you anymore and yet I’ve known you my whole life I don’t know you anymore i came with expectations I don’t know you anymore you had different aspirations I don’t know you anymore and the new things people ask me about I don’t know you anymore i wonder if people ever ask you...

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Gonifs and gossips revisited since originally being crafted approximately half dozen dirty deeds done dirt cheap years ago... Abound and lurk within every nook and cranny analogous to some annoying pest harmless though one reside here, when off his meds goes berserk here at Highland Manor Apartments. They snatch and snitch packages - meant for other than themselves - think Grinch who stole Christmas plus snoop, i.e. eavesdrop big...

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I always had Angie Under My Thumb, one day I heard her honking her car horn. What had she just done with her anger, my candy apple red vette she did Paint It Black. She was yelling back at me, You Can't Always Get What You Want. Now I will Tumblin Dice for release, my new car is a big mess. Her blue...

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Sex as the Controller** They heard us outside the bedroom window— Breathing, moaning, panting, grunting, and screaming In the stillness of the night, calling out the names of the Gods. Salty sweat dripped from our bodies Under the Caribbean heat waves, many moons ago— What a summer to remember! Yet...

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Our words seethe like fire; Crackling as we watch them blaze Into a burning smoke of anger Till the quiet of midnight cools, Extinguishing what we had fed. Bite Size Contest...

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Who the heck you think you are? You bashed my car, yet strut with flair— Like a proud star, Too smug to care. Your brain's back door was left ajar; Your wisdom vanished in thin air. Puffed with pride that won't go far— At best, you'll earn a mocking stare....

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