Angry. Poems

Succuss and Influence

Incurred a higher price
we couldn't resist they were
unquie and near perfect
the cost of hiring this Musicail Marvel
could, should and would
prove to be Musicail genius.
the skill level of the musicains
impressed all." The right people smiled"
one person said. The studios reputation
bought a certain level of eminence.
Eigenharp and  Hanagon are new instruments
we wished to incorpate them into
our

Relieved but Angry

I knew I was dying as I drove myself across town to the hospital
I was gasping for breath; my lungs were closing fast like concrete
I did not expect to make it; I was leaving a fourteen-year-old daughter.
I felt sad about this, because she was home alone.

Miraculously, I reached the hospital and lumbered toward emergency.
I thought

The Angry and Swearing Poem

Target via advertising 
Stupid firms and stupid brands
Because such generalizing 
Does require intercept
For the influence of moron
For the psyches thus offense
Does perform defense the function
Very real thus defense

Maxwell color wheel invention
Wasn't meant for purpose this
Any act will have redemption
Suck it activism for peace

Hex my wheel is much more nicer
Isn't purposed for the firms
Neither chips or

The Girl Lost To Time

She was like a bull
in the sunshine—
angry one moment,
then happy the next.

That’s what Olivia was:
the way she was with
everyone.

A short series of well-
regulated emotional
stability, followed by
a long series of emotional
outbursts.

She was loved,
and she was hated.
She was kind, then she
was cruel.

But most of all, she
was confused—

confused about why people left her,
confused about why she couldn’t
stay happy,

I am a loud and angry black woman, So what?

They make the stereotype of the loud and angry black woman seem bad
But why has nobody questioned who made us like that
The language they use to belittle us
Our mouths hand stitched with silence
And the box of requirements we are shoved into
Threatened by the mark of violence

Yes I am loud and no I will never be

Suppress Everything And You Wont Ever Get Hurt

Love me, 
goddamn it, 
just love me. 

I 
know that 
I'm worthy 
or deserving of 
something, 

at 
least, 
don't make 
me have 
to
get on 
my knees 
and beg again. 

Oh, wait, 
I forgot- 
I'm not 
allowed 
to be 

vulnerable.

angry mean snowball queen

her eyes are blue
her thoughts are green
she rules with madness
the snowball queen

heightened anxiety
her feelings are keen
off with their heads
says the snowball queen

long deep angry looking gouges on a tree

cat claw marks on a tree
long deep angry looking gouges
a huge animal, possibly a leopard, tiger or lion

I envision this beast sharpening her enormous claws
maybe a velvety black puma with yellow eyes
terrified, my hair stood straight up on end
am I being watched from the shadows?

Don’t Ever Be Angry at Me

When you turn away from me, 
It feels unbearably lonely. 

When you’re upset with me, 
Your promise to never speak again— 
It drowns my heart in silent waves of sorrow. 

When you turn away from me, 
I pick a single flower to win your favor, 
Yet you gently toss it aside before accepting me again.

The Boy With The Cardboard Heart

When you have nobody 
you have somebody and 
that somebody is 
yourself. 

Because you’re 
all you’ve got. 
So why need 
anybody? 

Anybody being nobody. 
Nobody being somebody. 
Somebody being anybody. 

Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. 
Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. 
Anybody. Anybody. Anybody. 

Does anybody 
understand why 
the  I feel 
like a nobody? 

Even though 
deep down I

angry conifer

Angry Conifers

Trees in the avenue
have a weird sense
of humor
Long roots cracking up
finely laid cobble stone 
pavement
Slightly bent easterly
give pain in the lower
trunk
The younger trees
bleat about older trees
taking space
Older trees show
distain of needy trees
no dignity
Trees are silent
lack imparting skills
shake leaves

Angry Rabbit

I am not angry! The hare insisted, stomping his foot on my leg.
The last time I was kicked this hard was in 1982 in Winipeg.
Who said I am angry? He demanded, his face a thunder cloud.
I did not dare answer this question to his face or aloud.

Not angry at all! He yelled, as he threw

Rage and Hatred

Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly
Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle
Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort,
Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame.

After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious,
Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to
Destroy

Tornado is an Enraged Volatile Angry Woman

Tornado is an enraged volatile angry woman
Joplin never saw her coming; until she was upon them
Her path was a mile wide and twenty miles long
Was she seeking revenge? Angry with all humans?
We will never know, but she did unbelievable damage.

Joplin, Missouri lost many lives that day.
Four thousand homes were destroyed.
I cannot fathom the horror of

Angry Eyes

Sour mouth breathes life into words like empty husks

Angry eyes beat the object of my obsession until he turns away

Asks, “If I'm ok?”

“I'm fine.” 

leaning towards him as my eyes glare

bodies twisted in my mind

She has no hate in her eyes

I watch you move towards her

You can't see me through the hollow boundaries I've created

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