Metaphor Anger Poems

The Naked brazen placid blue
Meets its foe the dark forbidding nemeses
Who unleashes his growing anger and fury
Obliterating and defeating his enemy
Proclaims a victory and unrolls...

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I’m hanging on a rope of lies hanging on for dear life.

I don’t know what got me today but I gotta let go this rope...

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Laughter trills through fire
Joy is spun on a lyre
Feathers were just growing in
And the bird watched its kin
Playing, scratching, screaming

I want to play!
You're on fire!
Thats...

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Don't pull your hair in such a rage 
and play havoc with my meadows
where I adore to sow poems.

I don't care about your fury;
I'm afraid...

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The life of a stained glass window,
Is a life boring and dull,
You take in rays of sunlight,
And breathe out the colours that swell.

The life of...

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For few days between the shaking and shattering of my consciousness, 
The soft arms of Silence 
Wrap around my aching torso 
And pretend to soothe...

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UNDERBELLIES


What underbelly is this 
          containing quiet grasping greed for
my magical sword gifted to me by...

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I can feel this rage boiling
Bubbling to the top
I can feel it catching fire
Gathering heat nonstop
I can feel it take aim 
with my patience slain
The...

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I’m not afraid of rejection 
I’m afraid of the phoenix that will rise from my spine with the threat of treason 
Suppress the flame and...

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"Call it curiosity"
Does anyone on this app really believe
That somehow or another every one of us
Truly think that one side is meant to deceive 
Or...

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A society full of,

Self
Obsessed 
Cruel
Individuals
Absorbing 
Lies

Manipulating 
Egos 
Despicably
Influencing 
Aesthetics....

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And this your gift/ For our bounty…

“Wake up to reality, 
nothing goes as planned in this accursed world”— Madara

Is it religious for a prayer mat...

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I AM NOT THE POET I ONCE WAS , I AM NOT THE POET I HAD HOPE TO BE
 I AM BUT THE POET I...

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I can see on your lips
you have clumps of earth
from rubbish golfers
and the fact you celebrate dawn
as a thing that happens by design
only adds to...

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Monster

What was it about me 
that let you see my full potential?
I was nothing extraordinary, 
kind of nondescript really.
Like the weakling on the back of...

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