Get Your Premium Membership

Best Aggravation Poems | Poetry

Below are the all-time best Aggravation poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of aggravation poems written by PoetrySoup members

Search for Aggravation poems, articles about Aggravation poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Aggravation poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

See Also:

Poems are below...



New Aggravation Poems

Don't stop! The most popular and best Aggravation poems are below this new poems list.

Prevarication Invites Animadversion Plus Aggravation by harris, matthew

View all new Aggravation Poems

The Best Aggravation Poems

Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Everyday American Irritations

GROGGY BEDHEAD NO COFFEE SHUT THE BLINDS .... PRESIDENTIAL NO GOOD CHOICES TELIVISION SIGNAL GLITCH SMEAR ART CAMPAIGN... LATE NIGHT REHEATED RERUN RETWEEKED RETWEETED MORNING NEWS?....
MORE RAIN TOO HOT BROKEN LEFT WINDSHIELD WIPER.... SAME OLD SONGS OLD TIME RADIO LOST EARWORM MEMORIES....CD SCRATCHES SKIPPING POT HOLE SPEED BUMP BUMMERS...HUMIDITY RISING....UNEMPLOYMENT RISING....SEGWAY RIDING TOURIST DISTRICT MARKS....EMPTY HATS EXPLODING WALLETS....LYNX BUS NEAR HIT AND RUNS.....LOW SPEED PASSANGER SIDE IMPACT CON ARTIST...INSURANCE FRAUD!!...
GAS PRICES RISING...BLAIRING HORNS YOU CAN'T TURN LEFT ON RED.....LAST 3 CIGARETTES NO TIME GOING TO BE LATE....
ENGINE WARNING DEATH LIGHTS....BAD TIRE BALDING MORE EVERYDAY.....STATE ROAD REFLECTOR MUSIC....STEERING WHEEL DECOMPOSITION....ROAD KILL..TRASH BAGS...PLASTIC WINN-DIXIE BAGS HOT AIR RISING....NEWS RADIO HOT AIR GAS BAGS EXPLODING....WHO CARES??...DATA USAGE TEXT ALERTS REDUCED SPEED.....JUNK TEXT...SPAM MAIL...ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION...DOESN'T MATTER...SINGAL...TINDER SWIPES....GRINDR BOTS...FARMERS ONLY LIKES?....WASTED TIMES...YOU TUBE PARASITE CELEBRITIES YEARNING TO BE PARASITE CELEBRITIES....
MARKED FACEBOOK POST...TWITTER FOLLOW/UNFOLLOWERS LIARS....PARKING SPACES FULL AGGRAVATION CIRCLE ROUND TO NOWHERE. ...
FAKE INSTAGRAM SMILES.... FOLLOW 4 FOLLOW LIKE 4 LIKE.....MY FILTERED COFFEE CUP IS ART 73 LIKES....ALL LIVES MATTER...SO SPEAKS THE SELF CENTERED MY LIFE MATTERS....WHOS LIFE MATTERS?...NUCLEAR FOOTBALL FOREVER GOD WILLING IN PLAY....TOXIC WASTE FILLING AQUAPHORS....IT'S ALL OK...WHAT ABOUT THE ZIKA PUDDLES??...MORE DEET IN MIAMI....SEND RESERVES NOW!!!....THINK OF THE CHILDREN....CUE DRAMATIC MUSIC....THE REFUGEES ARE COMING....CUE DRAMATIC MUSIC... ZIKA BABIES....MORE DRAMATIC MUSIC....HILLARY S PNEUMONIA WILL SHE COUGH??.....TRUMPS SKITTLES....AMERICAN STRONG DREAMING OF GO FUND ME AMERICAN DREAMS....BROKEN BED SPRINGS...
INSOMNIA....DRUG REHAB 1ST CLASS RESORTS INFOMERCIALS...MELTING POT QUICK COOKERS $19.99 CALL NOW...MIRACLE MELON BEAUTY SERUMS....OXI CLEANED COSS FIT CLEAN...GLITCHED FIT BITS...EXPLODING GALAXY NOTES....REFUNDS....DIAL UP NOSTALGIA.....SET ALARM...SLIPPERY STEPS....BLUETOOTH RENT-A-CAR HACKS.....CD'S AND LASER DISK SHARE THE SAME GRAVE...DECORATED WITH MAXWELL TAPES.....HAPPY BIRTHDAYS LOST.....NO ONE'S A MORNING PERSON....NIGHT OWLS...WHO?...AMERICA'S BEST...SEE THE BIGGER PICTURE.....IMPULSE BUYING AS SEEN ON TV RACKS....DULL STEAK KNIVES.....CLEARANCE...TRUST NOBODY....SAD BUT TRUE....BROKEN SPINES ON THE LADDER TO SUCCESS....BUILT BY THE DISENFRANCHISED WITH SEVERE BACK PAIN....SYRIA CRISIS...NORTH KOREA....PUTIN...TESTOSTERONE CRISIS....REMEMBER THE BREXIT....COMPLAINT LOGS...REFUNDS....CAN'T PLEASE EVERYONE...THE OZONE IS ON THE MEND...MELTING ICE CAPS AID IN GLOBAL COOLING....THE EAST COAST FOREVER CHANGING....GOOGLE EARTH....WHAT ABOUT THE FLY OVER STATES?....AND THE LOST LOVE SONGS OF TOMORROW?....STAY IN YOUR LANE SPEED DIAL 411 PAIN.


Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2016


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Lovely Girl

Two brothers blood and bone
Always together, never alone.
Set out one day to trap and play
Met a young girl along their way.
She was beautiful that was for sure.
A lovely sight, innocent and pure.


The brothers at once began to court
And soon forgot their youthful sport.
They fought and quarreled for her affection
Plotted and schemed without objection.
Until one day she became one's wife
And sent the other to live his life.


The brother's lives were never the same.  
They didn’t hunt and never played.
One lived a life of quiet contemplation 
The other of  misery and aggravation.
The lovely girl they thought they knew
Grew into a mean old shrew.


Copyright © James Andersen | Year Posted 2016


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Repulsive Rays


Get ready cause here is the next pontification
In regards to my said, beloved’s infatuation
Hear me thee, here do be, the truth of the situation
Which once was the source of said aggravation
After having arrived at many carnal rotations
Yet to me this was more than just merely fornication
Unless it is just about you and your manipulation
Telling me that there was never a foundation
That it was all about the sexual sensation
Confusing are your words in there translation
 They were your words of emotional declaration
Saying, that they are your truthful and honest proclamation
That we were was then had been your chosen words of articulation
Did they not bare as authentic in authentication?
Yet, I would never take advantage of your inebriation
You had already been thru enough of that brutalization
Though we both do know, we do have difficulty in communication
Though to me, it is just temporary blocks of frequency channelization
Amplified by the vodka laced with fruit juice for your gestation
This does be the biggest and truest reason for our causation
And the reason being for my excommunication?
If this does draw me as the fool in this poetic explanation
Then paint me as the man who holds much inner vexation
As we come here now to this thee summation
Because I still feel this be your true vibration
You are truly good enough and worthy enough for a higher lofty elevation


Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2017


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

An Old "Happy" Couple

Cherish me as I grow old, and am surely liable to forget things. 
 I know how interesting life is and the contentment it brings.
I know you'll make excuses to try and be miserable and even try not to go.
 Now just have a good trip, even though I know your stress will just grow.

White, sandy beaches and salt tasted air, with an ocean so cold.
 Aggravation sets in as we try to put our lawn chairs down to unfold.
Breathe, my love, its as simple as remembering the latch on the side.
 Surely, all you had to do is ask, I'm tired of your old, stubborn pride.

Finally, we get our chairs situated and I'm ready to bask in the sun.
 You ask for sun block and as I search, you assume I brought none.
Its just at the bottom of the beach bag, you stubborn old ***!
 And don't think I don't see you sneaking a sip out of that flask!

I turn bronze as I used SPF 40, you chose SPF 15, and look at you.
 Red as a lobster, mean as crab, and I'm enjoying the view.
I tried to tell you, but so stubborn, do you ever plan to listen?
 Probably not now, nor never, so your skin will always be red and glisten.

How are you supposed to relax now that you can't move not even a limb?
 Our stress free vacation, is as always, starting to look grim.
Oh well, aloe you up, and off to dinner we shall go and have some fun.
 Take some Soma, Lortab, and Xanax and you'll be good and numb.

An hour later and you're stress free, and mostly out of that pain.
 Good thing, because its in the forecast for Florida rain!
We'll hobble around the block and get soaking wet from head to toe.
 Knowing tomorrow you'll be back in pain and stressed so we'll have to go.

But its like this every year, we plan to stay, but I know how you are.
 One or two days of driving makes you stiff from sitting in the car.
It'll take the rest of our vacation for you to blister and finally peel.
 You're the entertainment in my life, and that's why I'm with you still!


Copyright © Aleera De La Keur | Year Posted 2009


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Fugitive from Gossip

terza rima

Years of experience, a discovery -
I can speak without making use of my jaws.
Prudence and patience are rudimentary.

Some folks get their kicks using scuttlebutt claws.
Their tongues' crude vitality comes with closed eyes;
emotional blindness - the probable cause.

Starting with prejudice, they out and out lie.
When asked, I stand silent, comments I refuse.
To their third-degree grilling I can't reply.

Some fake aggravation, crying through tissues.
But demurring to speak, objection I raise.
Honesty is one of many dead issues.

Bidding no farewell, I leave, making my case,
which makes me their next target, no hesitance.
My objection overruled, noise fills the place.

Turning my back on verbal vindictiveness,
this fugitive from gossip needs no redress.

13 March 2016


Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Our Dance, Must End

The lead you own; your charge I accept
Your feet lithe, my eyes mesmerized 
My joy suppressed, hope found
Your hand in mine, my dream alive. 
Points important, the moment more 
As you glide, my wonder is nourished
A spectator, a partner; my roles, both
Your delicate motions, I relish. 
Each step an accomplishment known
The first twirl, my fear shown
The second, aggravation grown
The beginning forgotten, but procrastination key
As the dip is done, my body is numbed
The end of an assessment; the loss of your grasp.


Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2016


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Imagination

Close your eyes and use your 
imigination
What if the world showed an 
indication 
that jesus was really satan
Itd be the biggest revelation
But what would happen to 
civilization
Would christianty become a 
revocation 
From the The bible we start an 
emancipation 
This rap is a mass dialation 
Under my narration 
Do you need a translation for 
all of this information
Heres one simple explination
Open your eyes and see this 
damnation
Here ill put it in an easy 
equation
it might take a bit of calculation
Of this summation me + you = 
decapitation
Oh I forgot to carry the 
castration
Heres another deviation of this 
story 
Told through the constillations
If you truely look youll see the 
beautiful illustrations
"THC inhaliation 
With no limitation
I have endless medication
"I stay as high as my 
aspirations"
Thats my own quotation 
Now wheres your admiration or 
do you feel some aggravation
How does "Open your eyes and 
see the truth" sound as a 
consummation.


Copyright © Brody Brown | Year Posted 2013


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Restoration

If knowledge is power
It skipped a generation
Negativity a way of life
Hardships and aggravation
Souls all in bondage
No way for liberation
Dishonesty and distrust
That's my calculation
The wicked and the decent
A wise separation
A saint with a sinner
No kind of relation
The saints sat and wait
For a greater expectation
While the wicked 
In their heart have no consideration
And the poor and homeless
Wait in desparation
With heavy hearts
For the renewing of the creation
While me myself wait for Jesus
With pure dedication


Copyright © April Mitchell | Year Posted 2013


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

A Beautiful Moment

Tranquility is at rest at the end harbor, the sun’s glare is dying in hints of pink.  The haughty clouds are stuffing the sky and have taking on a sundry of spirits.  I can distinguish that they are vastly amused and it seems that they all are laughing, but they negate to take a spell to approach me and let me in on their little secret.  My sight was abruptly fixated westward, at the embelished sapphire and gold  ambiance, enjoying a soundless symphony then appeared, a pale gray archangel, it was my perpective, he was performing, Concerto from his translucent  violin.  Immediately, the golden-blue waves became aggressively jealous, apparently, it must have been due to my lack of thoughtlessness.  Their raging hands pounded at the wind, begging for my attention, my judgment was a bit thrown off, by the behavior of these two pompous archaic prankster’s.  They proceeded to play tricks on my pseudo vanity, and, I did not find too amusing. Aggravation stole my peace when they saturated, my dearest paisley.  At last, company has flown in from the north, yet they seem so conceited, they have no desire to sit or become intimate. Yet, I must admit, that they have found me a bit odd but appealing.  My peace spoke first and expressed, aw… what a beautiful moment and I replied promptly, yes I guess you’re right.


Copyright © Stephanie Yarbrough Quinn | Year Posted 2017


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Pen is Just So Much Mightier

I could never explain how I feel
On air, waves of sounds escaping what I could no longer hear
Aggravation lingers on the tongue
How it burns, perpetually, embedding anger on taste buds
I will remember the taste of defeat, eternally 
Dull, so Dull, hums this high pitched 
Innocence
If I can't tell my story in the voice that I want to
I’d rather be silent 
        forever 

The pen flows so easily
Blackest  inks stain my felt tip
Passion! How it twists my heart into complicated
Mazes, interlocking, crisscrossing
		Things I’ve never thought of before
The blood of contemplation runs clear as diamonds caught in eclipses  
Torrents of ecstasy, 
		Free	falling 	
over 
J
 A
  G
    Ged rocks, waterfalls, creating Prisms
		Bam, Bam, Bam 
Relives pressures on joints that hold
Industrial hearts together, oil may no longer ease this
New age technological emotion on addictive highs
I never even knew of until I thought about it 

Two Double Oh Seven for sure

I consider myself to be something
I’m not really sure of
But I do love to imply mystery in reflections that others see
Honestly, complexity isn’t my best asset, only others believe this is what I am
As long as I believe in what I stand for
It is fine if my tongue flails but my pen soars

			



Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Killing Of One Hundred And Fifty Million Years

  another typical day, with feet on the ground

  ordering the hedge to meet my image of trim

  many measured bits fall before the cutting edge

  casual thoughts detach... is there anybody in ?


  then some mental inner disturbance jangles

  with corresponding jig, nerves rip in deeper

  following the run of a stalk, the hang of a sprig

  so prune the untidy and unwelcome creeper


  a movement to the side of my eye is caught

  something is scared, behind the dense vegetation

  the fast beating breast of a baby brown bird

  a frantic flutter and then much aggravation


  descends to the pavement in fear driven escape

  panic ruptures in flood, under a half sliced-off wing

  chest partly open, feathers flecked red with its blood

  cupped warm in my hand, to a young life it does cling


  grim realisation, a fledgling with no hope

  pressure is leaking, ebbing from a dying heart

  but then our eyes meet, answers it is still seeking

  where's my mum, when can my flying lessons start ?


  the deed is now done, the light that shone has gone out

  just the salt of my tears at this horrible juncture

  the killing of one hundred and fifty million years

  and this clumsy ape's evolutionary puncture


  undiluted guilt, too much concentration to bear

  to forgive and assuage, soothing rational thought

  replacement anger and even more depressing rage

  as bombs target children when careless wars are fought


  imagine that child, in screaming terrified terror

  in mortal trouble, reduced to core instinct base

  an external world has turned your home into rubble

  where's my mum, why can't I see her familiar face ?




Copyright © Ian Love | Year Posted 2017


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Road not Taken

You needn't fret nor worry bout me, you go on and finish your lunch
I surely understand that you can not see and it's more than a hunch
I'm simply going about my own way that which is His Way of course
But you needn't discern what I say for not even He would ever force

The life guards all just sitting there, knowing truly how far you are
But they will all say we don't care, even though you are really far
As you drift things change slowly to where you won't even notice
But the life guards easily see, for the danger they just can't miss

Why are you so offended by the Savior Who Put you here on Earth
All of us need to be mended a process started 9 months before birth
But the only Hope that He gave us, the great Gift of Eternal Salvation
Who wouldn't be raising a fuss but instead to you it's all aggravation

Just go back to where you were as I just knock the dust off my feet
And even though we don't concur I would never hold you in deceit
Besides someone else will come along, aggravating just as such
For by His Love in You so strong, He is always going to try to touch


Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2017


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Melt away Racism

Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
 

Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.

What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation? 
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration

Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.

Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.
 
 


Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

This Shoe

There was An Old Women in This Shoe...
She had so many Children that it felt just like A Zoo.
She taught Them love,read poetry,and books...
They choose anger,hatred, and would not even look.
She taught Them reading,arithmetic,and writing...
They chose pain,aggravation,and dynamic fighting.
She Taught Them to Be Honest,truthful,never to fib or lie???
They chose words with devious vulgar meanness and demise.
She made Them scrap books with animals and art work of every kind.
They chose alcohol,drugs,Drug Dealers,and misery;Why???
She married a disease She knew not of its' severity or  how to beat...
These Children All adopted it and low and Behold became rather weak.
She resort to teaching Them how to Pray to God and have Mercy.
How They forgot Her,All Their Manors,and those taught curtsies.
She would still Pray for Them to Her very last Days smothered By Kids.
You know;They came in All Sizes;Big,Medium,and small Bids.
Oh How She would Say,"Please For The Sake of God!!!
She happens to Be Gone In there live now...
As Precious as Her words were...
They still Haven't heard Her and just nod.

By Charlene L.Wilcox 09-20-2014


Copyright © Charlene Wilcox | Year Posted 2014


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Stereotype Enforced by a Storm

While I appreciate the vacation
it would have been better if it were paid.
Funds lessened by nature’s aggravation,
lends credence to the starved artist charade.


Copyright © Brittany Reynolds | Year Posted 2012


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Injury of Fury

~~**This poem is super long, but it took me hours to write. I hope you all enjoy reading this as I have enjoyed writing it wholeheartedly.**~~

Awful anger expressed in verses
Didn’t give me blessings, but curses
I’m genuinely depressed for letting you down all year round
Don’t wanna be candidly blind like a sick, wandering hound 

Happiness is what I need to rehearse
It will be peace to this sad, dark verse
I don’t feel like a strong, mighty knight,
Always fearful to take flight at night

Now, I’m the lonely fool for not making wise decisions
Right now, I wanna make a change to fulfill some missions
In my mind…in your eyes…
In my soul, there’s no lies

You are playing me like a game these days
But, I will tame the terrible tiger that is inside me 
I am displaying distress in so many ways
And I don’t mean to act so cowardly and franticly   
 
Afraid to lose control so suddenly
The atmosphere is cool momentarily
At least no one is invading my personal space
Looking forward to achieving grandeur grace 

Is there any hopeful bliss to search for
Or am I left to forlorn for you some more?
Is there any good luck for me in store?
My eyes should be to the sky instead of the floor…

Wash away the tears, flowing so rapidly from my eyes
Push away the fears, growing in my panicked heart as time flies
Understand where I am coming from and what I’ve been through
I’ve been going through bipolar manias for many years and all is true

Do you really wanna know why? 
There’s times when I want to live or die
I wanna explain what’s going on 
I’m just hoping you won’t be gone
  
Picked on by passive aggressive behavior I’ve viewed in the past
Alas, I’ve learned that peacefulness in chaos doesn’t last
I’ve fallen for the lies of your cries…I’ve grown stronger ever since…
I found myself in the rubble of your goodbyes and seeking His deliverance  

I’m embracing alienated ambition little by little
If only my somnolent bones can be less brittle 
Forgiveness will be replaced with resentment sooner or later…
I’m like the salt and sand of the sea, flowing and churning in a beautiful blur

Virtuous humility will crown my head of bottled-up dread
It feels like an eternity to be driven by compassionate determination
I can’t go on any further when my blotched feet feel like lead 
Vigorous madness and frustration zip through my veins of lamentation

There’s no reason I should sit here and mope
There’s gotta be a reason to stand up and have hope
There’s no need to be trapped in shameful solitude’s sphere 
I want to believe and have faith in brighter days without any fear

I want to mourn in delightful joy
I don’t want to be angry anymore
I want to be a happy-go-lucky boy
I don’t want to be a closed door

I want to be an open door of opportunities for everyone around me
I don’t want this hostile rage or discomfort to wrap itself around me 
I’m willing to be set free from the captivity I’ve put myself in 
I’m in desperate need of an optimistic outlook from within

Your echoing empathy leaves me no reflection of disheartening fear in this mirror
I have allowed myself to rise and fall like my failures and successes I hold so dear
I dodged the bullets of never-ending negativity that wants me to fall into temptation
Envious sorrow and hopeless irritation will not upset me with inner aggravation 

I will not let nightfall chase away my confident stride
I will not allow doubt and grief to make me cower and hide
I will be courageous through the storms of tribulation
I will shake off the tension and be full of anticipation 

 Encouragement expressed in verses
Did give me blessings, not curses
I’m genuinely delighted to have sought You in times of trouble and assumption
Don’t wanna be falling in the same traps of worthless corruption 

Distress, in general, is what I need to let go of
If I could be simply glad in Your land of Love,
I would feel like a strong, mighty knight,
Always resilient and faithful, fighting the good fight

Now, I’m growing wiser and braver for choosing His narrow path
Eventually, I will be rid of all guiltiness from past sins, so I won’t face His wrath
In His loving heart, He is absolutely merciful 
To those who repent from being so resentful 

In His eyes of truth and passion,
He knows that I will gain compassion 
After I go through the rollercoaster of life…
Peace, He will grant you and I if we discard strife

I want to mourn in delightful joy
I don’t want to be angry anymore
I want to be a happy-go-lucky boy
I don’t want to be a closed door
In your mind…in my eyes…
In His soul, there’s no lies

Sometimes, living this life can be maddening to the core
The fire of desire ire has scorched me aflame not too long ago
Other times, living this life has its positive effects that I adore
You know, the snow that sparkles aglow is in our soul as a whole – 
It is like a single snowflake, 
Transforming into crushed coal
Please don’t cry me a lake…
Let the emotions take its toll 

Melt away the walls of wrath between us
Trust is like dust, which withers away
Shelter us in the shadows of our eustress 
Lust must vanish or it will lead us astray

The madness and sadness will not be the end of us 
Happiness and gladness will be the beginning of us
I’m genuinely relieved that God hasn’t left you and I in grief
Our actions and sentiments along with it is but a leaf 

I’ve been restless and these ups and downs I feel emotionally 
Don’t benefit you or me in any way
You’ve been dreaming of me through thick and thin fervently
I pray you don’t ever deny it any day

Listen to the consoling whispers of the breeze
Do you smell the smoke of my passion at ease?
Are you in tune with the rhythm of my heart beats?
In my masculine chest (which yearns for perseverance), 
It beats for you and you alone as it resonates, radiates and repeats
I know this is God’s test and I will be receiving reverence 

The fire of our desire ire has been put out by the Lord…
Our decadent emotions is what we shouldn’t hoard
The wall of our wrath must be demolished completely
 Our saturated souls has been transformed tremendously

We are like a gleam of a stream compared to God, who is a sparkling lake
I know that the feelings we had put our lives and other lives at stake
 But…look at life in my perspective – sometimes, it takes deleting our history 
To drive into the rocky road of recovery…He will heal our injury of fury

He forgives us for our transgressions
He is merciful and wants us to be guilty no more
He appreciates you and I’s confessions
He promises us that our life will be an open door
Opportunities of shameless joy awaits us
But, first, we are like school kids in the bus,
Heading for a destination that is full of surprises
That won’t reduce us to anger with its dainty devices



Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2017


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Next door leads to the cruelty

An approach to see a heaven..
World is full of blathers
Anger and Aggravation found in everyone
Another door is opened to lead towards cruelty
This is a wonder world; open your eyes
Immensity of jealousy growing, to infinitude a heaven

Open your eyes wide; you are leading towards cruelty
Throbbed the cosmos; shine like a star
Spark your kindness; shine like a star
Being a blithe, I'm another example!
Just shine like a star! 


Copyright © Asma Memon | Year Posted 2015


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

MORNING PAIN

MORNING PAIN

Am I feeling blue?
Am I mind-fingering past woes,
Quietly reflecting over coffee?
HELL NO!

What I’m feeling this morning is PAIN!
And it aint blue
This intense aggravation is shooting arrows,
Is fire red,
No sense of indigo,
But devil’s flame instead

Am I a grouch?
This I won’t deny
Wife says so,
Her hands on hips,
Punishing eyes
All I can reply is
OUCH!

Have I something mollifying to say
Something to soften the tirade,
Put an upward turn to my spouse’s lips,
Make a clever ending to this poem?
Nope!
All I can say is
Just leave me the hell alone!


Dave Austin 





 



Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

MATHLESSNESS

Every  time I remembered a tiny fraction of 
Mathematics,  there  would always be some
Monstrous mathematical computation  waiting
To fight me.  Yeah,  math was the worse BULLY.

THOUSANDS more steps a few formulars, obliaques,
Diagonals, parallelograms.
Often times my mind would just come apart at the
Seams.  I thought  I might as well day dream.
No  way out!!  There was definitely  shame to my 
Aim.
I haven't  even memorized  the amount of coins in
My pocket!!  
I had the CURSE.  
I had it  worse!
At  first  I thought it was only  I with such a
Deep seeded  rebellion toward math.  

Then I searched the room and  found 
Vacant  stares.  
There was a LUMP IN MY SLUMP.
I didn't  want  to share my AGGRAVATION.
I WAS  thoroughly  RUNNING  diagonals 
Straight into a brick wall of  MATHEMATICAL
PHOBIA.

Other wise this doesn't  add up at all.  Time
And time I assured myself  I had mastered it  wasn't
The confusing  UNIVERSE  I thought  thousands of
Confusing steps  anticipated my  arrival.
There I was DESTINED  for a mathless  liveable LIFE.

I had  concluded it wasn't  my cue.
It simply  wasn't one of my values.
Now, I stand.
With VALUABLE  VALOR.
YES, A SAVORY  BRAVERY

MY mathlessness.
A mathless  WORLD OF MY OWN.
MY LAST MATHEMATICAL. THOUGHT,
I MIGHT NOT BE ALONE, I AM NOT
ONE BUT MORE!!


Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2016


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

An Inmates Letter of Exhaust From Addiction

An Inmates Letter of Exhaust From Addiction
~Ricky Nichole Flanigan

 An inmate’s life is built with love, but permanently judged by social population,
 The unjust society plus there own family pushed mental states towards self mutilation.

 Personal acceptance, starts with believing in one’s true meaning,
 Stage one, starts now, to kick off whatever you might be fiending.


 Originally established, aggravation may arise, but all in-all the motivation's yours to follow,
 Based on proven read reactions, and weakened minds, the truth is hard to fully swallow.

 Attempts transforming to failure; even successful stories skip, there’s always going to be those random pitfalls,
 Traditional institutionalized based on mentality, usually conclude into hidden family withdrawals.


 I’ve lived a life with many defaults, but today I must accept of what I have done,
 No stress, no turning to a mess, and no need to deny, or ignore as I would run.


 Additionally to the fact that I know for myself, I can rehearse that I live my life in change,
 No longer do I fight, but I do for my beliefs, only for a hint of appreciation in exchange.


 Understand that we better our own today, compared to what we resembled in the past.
 At least we can admit, that life is too short to rush any important event too fast.


 I know that I am better than what I was yesterday, and I am focusing on who I am today,
 Because I am free from the chaos that once had control, but now I know I have a say.


 I have experienced much of who really hasn’t, and no, no ego there intended,
 But all I know is that my past, my sins and my stress has all been suspended.


 I finally changed my head, when you all have helped me, but I honestly had to see it myself,
 I needed to open my eyes, that reality's not a surprise, but concludes to an URN sitting on a shelf.


 Today I appreciate to all my support, that who have helped me along the way,
 Without the selected individuals in my life, I don’t think I would've made it to this day.

 -Written by Nicholette Bernice Perry ( AKA Ricky Flanigan)

 ----Feel free to send me feedback if you don't want too have it too public, or if you would like to be apart of my new project, I am currently looking for writers of all types. I have a plan, I really want to get a few dedicated writers and create a team!

 Anyway: (Preferred) NICHOLETTEBERNICEPERRY@GMAIL.COM or 
 (checked every day as well) RICKYFLANIGAN@GMAIL.COM


Copyright © Ricky Flanigan | Year Posted 2015


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

History's Sad Song

History's Sad Song (Revised)

throughout my life
I've heard many a sad song
relating to the lyrics
that seemed to play too long

way back during the Crusade
where religious debt was paid
by the bloodlust of so many
could not ye God spare any
as hundreds of thousands died
over manmade religious pride
these wars continue today
justified by words we pray

Oh, when the saints go marching in
....(Sang by the Kingston Trio)

they hailed from every nation
to defy the written proclamation
prohibiting ownership of God's creation
many fought with such bravery
to continue the practice of slavery
another man's misery
has always been the key
for the powers that be
and who cares about equality
when Kingdoms can be built for free

A Change Is Gonna Come 
........(Sam Cooke) 

but as I study history
one thing has occurred to me
there really isn't any change
Hitlers, just go by different names
as we remember the Holocaust
Sodom and Gomorrah was never lost
but found within the soul of man
burnt crisp, the devil's plan

Momma's Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to be Cowboys - Waylon Jennings 

everybody's got a gun
buying ammo by the ton
myths of old western days
seem like broadway plays
acted out in the streets
a daily performance society repeats
gunsmoke, and the ponderosa
replaced by La Costra Nostra

"Wake Up Everybody"
by Harold Melvin and The Bluenotes

John F. Kennedy died 
a shocked nation cried
what many could never figure
is if Oswald pulled the trigger
while Marilyn slept in the grave
Martin fought for the slave
yes even hate was still around
as Eldridge went underground
Malcolm X was gunned down
with bullets from the nation
to ease Elijah's aggravation

and the temptations sang "Cloud Nine"

another Kennedy has died
Ted needs a place to hide
only not within the bottle
nor behind the throttle
congress opens its doors
to pageboys and lobbyist whores
but they did put a man on the moon
right before Joplin sang her last tune
who would have thought "me and bobby magee"
would be over shadowed by the Manson Family
the blind leading the blind, neither could see
Jim Jones and the Guyana tragedy

Even Earth, Wind, and Fire, "kept their head to the sky"

praying for an end to a senseless war
that no one knew what they were fighting for
our "vietnam" seems up to date
while nixon got caught up in watergate
whitehouse rose "bushes"we love to hate
Lennon left the beatles ill-willed
never to "imagine" he'd be shot and killed

and War Sang, "slipping into darkness",
followed by "the world is a ghetto"

Even "the greatest" shall soon fall 
but in defeat they stand tall
unlike the berlin wall
the thriller in manilla
refused to be a killa
as rap became the new wave
and crack became the new crave
along with video games
just another war, with different names

Teena Marie sang "Deja' Vu"

Nerd Gates becomes the new Donald Trump
while history gets taught by Forrest Gump
a great poet died at the age of twenty-five
though many claim Tupac is still alive
and I saw Elvis and Bruce Lee too
singing the blues with you know who
then came the white bronco on the loose
nobody could manuever like the Juice
except maybe Bill when he said please
a simple word that brought Monica to her knees

and Snoop Doggy Dog sang, "Ain't nuttin' but a "G" thang baby

Beepers became replaced by the cell phone
on 9/11 no one could call home
as war and mother nature ripped us a new ***
even Martha joined the inmate class
now she's out, but Oprah's still the queen
sorry Latifah, you know what I mean
the mother drowned her five children in a tub
she got sent to a Psychiatric health club
the ruling was it's a new sickness
my head screws off from such thickness
so many changes and hypocrisy
I guess that's what they call democracy

and Queen sang, "We are the Champions, 
of the World"

throughout my life
I've heard many a sad song
relating to the lyrics
that seemed to play too long

Bob Shank


Copyright © Bob shank | Year Posted 2013


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Punkchewayshun and Spelling

Such a grammar fiend, is this thing called punctuation.
A huge plethora of mind numbing aggravation.

Commas, periods and parenthesis too;
colons and semicolons; what's a writer to do?

In spelling, I used to make only straight A's.
Now I blow up spell check most every day.

I could avoid punctuation; write only Haiku,
but I'm no quitter; to myself I must be true.

My teacher always told me, "If you can't spell a word,
look it up in the dictionary." Silliest thing I ever heard.

All the words are there in column after column,
but, how to look them up, if you can't even spellum?!






Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Vampire Acrostic

Vampires battle the lingering undead
Angles their bloody strikes upon them all
Masters of blood, and surely hates the morn
Personal aggravation to all men
Irritable just where werewolves adjourn
Reality strikes them odd for they sin
Evolution has sure spun them around

Contest: Skipping Six, Going Straight to Seven- Acrostics challenge #3
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

9/22/2013


Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Winter Dream

Trees bending overhead, shadows fully employed
Fish resting 'neath the surface, their camouflage enjoyed
Abundant insects frolicking, diving and skimming the stream
Predators hungrily watching, nature's bountiful cuisine

Anglers stealthily wading, with implements designed
Perilous imposters, dancing on a line
Imitation insects, alluring and derailing
The angler flicks his wrist, often times prevailing

With skill and precision he tosses the bait
Dancing through shadows the imposter skates
Fish exploding in total captivation
Writhing about in lustful aggravation

Recoiling he jerks, prepares for the fight
Adrenaline rushes, as his trophy takes flight
Netting his prize from the crystal clear stream
Reliving a memory of a wintry dream.


  an original poem by Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016


Details | Aggravation Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Ol' Bess Was A Bust

Young and single, just got a job in a neighbour town, Thought I’d buy a flashy car so I could get around, My boyfriend at the time said that I should get a Camaro, It was new, orange and shiny, how could I be so narrow. I crowned her Bess and drove her home with pride, All my friends called, they wanted to go out for a ride. Summer was so much fun, what a splash I was making. Then gone, both summer and the boyfriend I was dating. Winter rolled in with tons of snow and patches of ice, Getting to work in my Camaro, was like rolling the dice. Ol’ Bess would skid to the left and swerve to the right, Wow, I held on to the steering wheel with all my might. So I resigned that Bess was not good in cold weather, Even with snow tires, she blew around like a feather. Then suddenly a new quirk started as I turned on the key, She spluttered, oh great, guess I won’t make the grand prix. Bess would start well at times then for no good reason, She’d stammer, then stop, reek of gas - in any season. Bess and I visited many auto repair shops by way of a tow, The carburetor was like a fountain, out of it the gas would flow. Apparently a carburetor is needed to make Bess purr, So I had it rebuilt, then replaced, oh the bills, what a blur, Then a starter motor and strut, remember Bess is brand new, After three years of aggravation, I traded her in, I was through! Guess a cool single girl may look good in a splashy sports car, But if your car doesn’t start or run, you won’t get too far. So I put on my sunglasses, look cool but feel like a real wart, As I drive to work in sleet and snow in my old Ford Escort. Written for Contest “Driving Me Crazy” Won 6th Place


Copyright © Lee Ramage | Year Posted 2011