Best Aggressive Poems
holding her head still
she’s offended
her face frozen
expressionless
like she practiced
a thousand times
her teeth clenched
veins popping at her temple
she bites her lip
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Our society is breaking
Because some folks seem like taking
All their anger and aggression
Out on others as they lessen
The love and kindness we knew
I need help finding a clue
As to why some folks seem
To be cruelish, rude and mean
One emotion in their heart
Has been darkness from the start
Blocking light to shine and be
Bright enough for us to see
Is there any chance we could
Find our way back, nothing should
Dampen the love this world needs
Stop all the bully and greed
Bringing back old fashioned days
And all the neighborly ways
We used to treat others kindly
Now we're walking around blindly
Ignoring the big storm brewing
Come on people--lets stop doing
Things to keep our great world spinning
And work together for a winning
Place to live in greater peace
All this nonsense needs to cease
I don't want to hear,
I don't want to know.
Your life is a Soap Opera,
like a T.V. show.
Your life is a mess.
I can read the signs
but I have trouble keeping track
of my own plot lines.
No one's life runs smooth.
We all have our issues.
I needn't hear yours
to bring out the tissues.
You have social media
to vent your frustrations,
your ups and your downs,
tragedy and elations.
I have my own stuff
to deal with your know.
I just choose not to put it
out there like a show.
So I wish you the best,
I wish you well
but those passive aggressive statuses
can just go to hell.
15/09/2015
puzzles puzzles
they write in rhyme
encrypted messages
poisoned in hate
guesses in the dark
surmising
unable to say the truth
denying
hiding
play nice
yet still
there is the knife
Friendship taken for more
what awful gore
innuendos galore
the truth is out
read the encryptions
read the lines
following suit
following suit
this message
will self destruct
IN YOUR MIND
Eileen M
not getting needs met
leads to blinded impatience
shrink uttered to flock
but that makes too much
sense what if our needs were met?
gift it to ourselves?
make up for lost time?
self nurturing through passion?
who else better knows?
scrapping inartful
bullying by every step
every stop at last
the light shone I need
fulfilled with all the glory
of loving here now
taking a class on
being assertive with love
I've been so confused
mixed up passive with
whimpy and aggressive with
assertive 'til now
no wonder the life-
less devestation I've left
in my dreadful wake
passive/aggressive
is my middle name for sure
been without a clue
childhood needs unmet
caused me to rush about to
make up for lost time
blind reality
in a huge fog of smoke
lost lil girl searching
for a better way
without losing all I thought
that I'd been learning
You give me questions.
Most of which I can answer.
Tested. Algebra...
Global warming leads to climate change;
that's why the weather is acting strange.
Pollution and deforestation;
now affect every single nation.
Feels like the planet's overcrowded;
people are scared; their judgment clouded.
Xenophobia is on the rise;
as folks harbor hatred in their eyes.
Everyone, it seems, is filled with rage;
we're behaving like rats in a cage.
Passive-aggressive is the new fad;
dealing with cell phone Karens; how sad.
Free speech fuels the spreading of hate;
condoning violence as of late.
And yet, we cannot abandon hope,
we'll get past this; we'll find ways to cope.
We are the masters of our domain,
given free will; we will not choose pain.
I pray that democracy survives
intact: outside library archives.
We may well wish we had it someday,
then realize: we gave it away.
I remember as a kid this one little guy
tough as nails and quick with a lie
he showed up with a shiner
but he wasn't a whiner
said he, I hit his fist with my eye
Isn’t it fun to be passive aggressive?
Subtle and biting, rather impressive!
Fact-free and spiritually dispossessive
Use of hyperbole: deathly excessive
Squeezed that one in, somewhat digressive
Some might say that crosses to the transgressive
(Authoritatively, overexpressive)
Now, I’m just bordering on the obsessive,
Cycling up and down, manic-depressive.
Or maybe I’m battling imunosuppressives;
Time for some fresh air, the best decompressive.
close your eyes my doll
don't want you to see what it has become
don't want you to see what they've done
don't want you to see the tears of the sun
but most of all
I don't want you to take the wrong impression
not all humans share this aggression
they're weeping for us
while they're bombing us
gotta pay the college tuition
they're watching us on the news
while buying for their own new shoes
these are the wonders of the 21st century
these are the outcomes of pollution by hypocrisy
the liberation army
oh sure we have options
as safe as 9/11 put options
liberated from our miserable lives
beheaded...you should see how the free head dives
refugees ...asylum file
western organised style
where you can go as far
as a pedophile star
or you can catch the eye of a zionist rabbi
organs for sale never raised a decent why
oh my doll catch your breath
silent are the ambulance sirens of death
they killed 72 school children from isis
let's pray to mother Isis
let's play the rollercoaster the civilized way
it's called the horrorcoaster
after you if you may
tamer hossam
I can steal the gold in ole Fort Knox
Steal the loot in a pirates box
I can steal a stone from Stonehenge site
Steal the cape from a vampire knight
But I can't steal you
Just when I might
He holds on tight
I can't steal you
I can steal a bike from a cycle bunch
Steal a dinner from a lions lunch
I can steal the gate where the devil stay
Steal so quick the time of day
But I can't steal you
Just when I might
He holds on tight
I can't steal you
I will see you Thursday, she says, all settled, without my answer.
Not needing it. She sells insurance. She is pushily confident.
I cringe, want to bail, but do not want her to stay another hour or two.
I have already wasted two hours saying no to more insurance.
What will be different on Thursday?
How can she not hear the word “no”?
She is my cousin, she should know that no is no. Right?
Of course we did lose touch for twenty-five years.
She recently called me, and I answered, delighted.
She said she wanted to come visit.
I invited her, happy.
Cleaned the house for nothing.
She came in dressed as management.
There was limited chatting.
I kept watching the clock.
My husband barricaded himself behind his office door, recognizing this type.
Mouthfuls of persistent 'you-need-to-buy these' came out of her mouth.
A sales presentation, under the pretense of getting re-acquainted.
I doubt she knows a thing about me she did not know
Twenty-five years ago.
Cannot say I want to learn anything about her either.
I will call and text her a cancel for Thursday when she is on her way home.
She already said she cannot answer a text in the car.
A clue that would have been helpful two hours sooner.
I started devouring the fudge muffins I baked for no reason.
Silently undermining
Oh, what sneaky saboteur!
Simmering vindictiveness
'Neath his warm veneer
Date written: 01/23/2022
Cleopatra’s aggressive cat made her look mild.
Conniving and planning disaster while he smiled.
Poisoning that queen, that prince and that king.
I think we should do every diabolical thing.
We never knew his name, but he had our number.
He walked with a cat prance that had a teensy lumber.
His paws were enormous, teeth wickedly pointed and white.
If you were not fearful of that cat, then you were not bright.