Best Aggressiveness Poems
Until pureness and honesty pass,
Leaving pain and aggressiveness as the dimmed lights,
For the intricate works of the corrupt dark world,
Foreshadowing the collapse of the protective shield,
Covering my emotions…
Until timelessness and eternity pass,
Taunting and mocking me disdainfully,
While pointing at the scars and scabs on my heart,
Hoping to stimulate the past,
And misguide the future…
Until patience and faith pass,
Staring into my eyes passionately with concern,
And smiling with contagious warmth and charm,
Extending a hand of friendship and trust,
Consuming all falsities…
Until irony and sarcasm pass,
Frustrated with the parameters of life’s equation,
Shaking their heads disgruntled and disoriented,
As I watch the last of forever,
Disappear in the apparent horizon.
Categories:
aggressiveness, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Struggling.
When will I intervene
to stop my tears
from flowing endlessly.
When will I take action to
invade my happiness
hiding in my closet.
Walk.
When will I hypnotize
my spirit and soul
not to abandon me,
nor elope with
my liberty.
Action.
When will I embark
lift up
my compassion
imagination
and forgiveness
to fascinate
my existence.
Smile.
When will I stabilize
my elderly
emotions to stop
living in the past,
if not, my future
will never be lived.
Expectations,
When will I get ready
to walk a path full of roses,
ask them advice
how to find peace
in my within.
Ready To Act.
When will I become strong
befriend my emotions, kindness ,
and sensitiveness,
plus all my loyalties.
Wake up.
When will I feel the urge
find a place in time
to withdraw,
dream
how to replenish myself
otherwise
my mind will remain
ailing
to survive.
Venture.
When will I nourish
my desire
not to surrender
to the ugliness
aggressiveness hatred
living around us.
Echoing.
I should intercept
hypnotize my melancholic
delusional thoughts,
But involve my dreams
wake up,
project a beautiful
ambience,
remind me to
dream again.
Therese Bacha
13 August 2013
Categories:
aggressiveness, inspirational, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Beauty and the Beast
As her beauty glistens on the outside, her beast brutalizes and demeans her insides.
Belligerent engaged and in war with herself, hostile aggressiveness makes her beast comes out.
She desperately cries out, unable to discipline herself.
Her beast disassociates and separates her from forming any relationships with anyone else.
Her beast slowly takes her dignity and devitalizes her pride.
She is weaken and deprived of life.
She no longer sees her worth; her eyes tell her story of hurt.
Pain as a contributor a well-known donor, love has divorce her.
Forsaken entirely abandon since birth, to be truly loved she thirst.
Unable to see her beauty runs deep, genuinely shows her generosity that emphasizes her sincere honesty.
She garnishes her beastliness while smiling.
As her beast is hiding deeply behind her eyes, her glazy stare intensify her happy appearance as a glassy finish.
As her beast is frantic, her beauty becomes fraudulent.
Her smiles more deceitful her heart grows fragile emotions so gullible.
The meaning of love gravels.
Beauty and the beast she will forever be, for the love she crave the beast will forever eat.
Leaving her dying a unloved sleeping beauty.
Categories:
aggressiveness, beauty, confusion, for her,
Form:
Light Verse
I am homeward bound
Lusty thoughts, for the love I miss
It’s a surprise, I am coming ‘round
I’m expected two days beyond this
Being away, day after day, left a hole
Being away, hollowed my soul
I rush towards your embrace
Already I envision smile, upon your face
Desire I now attack
My heart, with I, on highway race
Your gleam of eye twinkles, inside this nights black
Years of unity, love’s solid, sound
Closer, skittish, nervousness
The home stretch, I’ve now found
I accelerate, craving caress
Home in sight, on I roll
With thoughts of my angel, asleep sole
With her in bed, only emptiness occupies my space
I will fill that void and hold her grace
Never again will our love lack
My minds quarrel and love erase
I arrive home, it’s silent, black
I climb the stairs, feet create no sound
As you sleep, your lips, I will kiss
A greater beauty walks not, on these grounds
Creak open the master door, sudden distress
A stranger lies, my loves heart, stole
Pain takes my mind, to the gallows pole
Stunned by the disgrace
Instant horror, rage, I cannot replace
A mans breath crawls my baby’s back
My love and my girl I debase
My world fades to black
My breath vanishes, my pain makes no sound
I beg for a why? This has come of my happiness
Pain in my chest, built a mound
I will avenge this
My eyes, my mind, my heart, are now coal
Two lives for taking become my goal
Three counting me, these lives come waste
No control, rage in haste
This grief will not retract
This sinister situation, I will level at face
All good, has gone black
My emotions, stresses, compound
Creation of plan, slick aggressiveness
I muffle my screams, my conscience drowned
Satan shows face, he wouldn’t miss this
I, no longer in control
Heed order from the devil
Quickly, I spin about face
My entry steps, I then retrace
A fetch of gasoline before I turn back
Fire shall consume their sleeping space
Delighting evils’ mind of black
She sleeps at peace, under satin sheets, negligée of lace
But peace is ’bout to be replaced
A match stick comes alive, with a crack
Gasoline tossed, upon your lips, in sleep you taste
Match tossed, flames dance and light the black
Categories:
aggressiveness, angst, death, lost love,
Form:
Chant Royal
Love or hate is a priceless thing,
It cannot be bought.
Yet, humans choose to hate or love you,
Because you lack melanin, or poor,
Or richer, or educated, or black, or white.
A human can choose to hate or love for no reason,
May hate you for being moral or love you for wrong reasons,
People may hate or love you because “they just feel it”
Others may do it because you are principled, or dishonest.
Others may like your songs, but still hates you,
Or hate you for loving what they hate.
The measure of love or hate can never be weighed.
Though, hate, unlike love, eats away the core of the soul.
Unlike love, the hater gets devoured daily,
Yet, still wonder why people choose hate over love?
Love is trust, self-worth and confidence,
Love comes to those who accept who they are,
Love emerges from those who perceive others as friends and not threats,
And love develops to generosity, caring and honesty.
Hate is feeling of imagined threat,
Non-existent fear that manifests in ones’ heart.
Hate devours the hater and leads to aggressiveness.
Hate leads to character assassination,
Or unworthiness and self-victimization,
And leave the hater blaming others for his/her own fault.
Categories:
aggressiveness, hate, love,
Form:
Light Verse
King Charles is a foolish megalomaniac.
He constantly sends his armies to the attack.
In the first few years of the eighteenth century,
Swedes have attacked Russia, Denmark, and Saxony.
Sweden exerts its regional hegemony
over the smaller states around the Baltic Sea.
Denmark was overwhelmed by the Swedish army.
We suffered defeat at the Battle of Narva.
Sweden’s military presence threatens Russia.
Charles the Twelfth and the Swedes have refused to refrain
as their forces have encroached upon our Ukraine.
I, Peter your tsar, shall lead our mother Russia.
We shall take a stand and fight at Poltava.
This is our beloved land that we must defend.
We must bring Swedish aggressiveness to an end.
This battle was fought between the Russians and Swedes during the Great Northern War in 1709. It forever changed the courses of both countries.
Categories:
aggressiveness, history, war,
Form:
Rhyme
My lavish world of happiness
With digging of hole to fall down myself
To flow into the drainage
Far afar to go and go and go
Damaged all and ruined
But know why? No idea
Perhaps missing and losing heart
Big breakage and gaping
Heart-loss moment and loss of trust
My heart was clean so far
I was thinking with boldness
The time was driven to me to the way of endanger.
It was the battle of life
The bad days of life
Truthfulness of life
Years gathered thoughts and knowledge dampening
And harshness of valueless spilling fate
Concurrent offerings brought better experiences
Useless practices and securing hate occurred
Growing in the mind mostly
Painful moments padlocked.
I got diagnosed with growing sorrows
God! You are omniscient and almighty
I know you have created to me and landed
Overlapping with this stressful life bringing monotonous moment
I am dying in this survival
Plenty of thoughts dying
Bizarre of my life dying along with
My fun dying, my pleasure dying
My activeness and aggressiveness all dying
O God! Then say to me who I am?
I am your creativity or throwing trash of this Earth?
Categories:
aggressiveness, depression, pain, life, me,
Form:
Free verse
I received a call from my nephew one day,
Instantly I had to kneel and pray.
My brother about to pass away,
I was off work so I made my way,
To the hospital where he lay.
He was drugged and wired,
But had not expired.
I asked what was wrong and got this reply,
He had tumors in his brain and chest.
MacMillan nurses were doing their best.
One tumor would cause much pain and blindness,
The other more pain in it's aggressiveness.
If they operated on one or the other,
It made no difference, I was losing a brother.
I sat at his side and held his hand a while,
He was delirious but I saw him smile.
He was worried about the party BBQ,
I just said be calm, don't get in a stew.
Knowing he wasn't going to pull through,
I sat there wondering what to do.
I prayed one prayer, over and over,
Asking God to come and take my brother.
I asked Him to place Brian into a deep sleep,
And then Lord take him home, his soul to keep.
That night while heavily doped for the night,
He leaped out of bed, gave us a fright.
I put my hands on his head, I spoke in tongues
He instantly calmed as if I'd soothed with a song.
The nurses came and put him back in his bed,
Oh it was just the drugs was all they said.
The following day I returned to his room,
All was light, there was no sign of gloom.
Doreen, his wife and Jo-anne his child,
Both looked at me and they just smiled.
No wires, no tubes, he looked so serene,
Just resting there as if in a dream.
The nurse came in and said he was asleep.
A coma? I asked. She said no, a deep sleep.
I sat, held his hand and thought of my prayer,
I knew that I knew that God was there.
As I held Brian's hand, I felt God held sway,
In that moment he took Brian away.
He had heard my prayer, to this I hold fast.
He took my brother home, to be free at last.
R.I.P.
For my Brother Brian 1949-2007
Paul & Jo, you are my family, you are in my prayers.
© Dave Timperley 11/10/2018
Categories:
aggressiveness, eulogy,
Form:
Elegy
A famous earth hero by the name of Flash Gordon,
would venture with his friends Hans Zarkov and Dale Arden,
in an interplanetary rocket invention,
to a faraway planet that is known as Mongo.
Never able to return to the earth they would know,
the three meet Prince Barin and a Princess named Aura.
They rule in exile in a tree land, Arboria.
This land is between a cold polar place, Frigia,
and a very hot region that is called Tropica.
Hawk men live in a sky city ruled by Prince Vultan.
Kala rules an underwater kingdom of shark men.
Prince Thun is the ruler of a land of lion men.
Planet Mongo has been besieged by aggressiveness
from a ruthless conqueror named Ming the Merciless.
He stole the throne from Barin and Ming’s daughter Aura.
Struggles and skirmishes with Ming are a plethora,
as Ming has intentions of ruling the galaxy.
Flash and his friends join Barin against Ming’s great army.
What will happen next with Flash Gordon? Tune in and see!
Categories:
aggressiveness, adventure, fantasy, science fictionearth,
Form:
Rhyme
He's your typical
all-too-friendly booster
who goes way, way out
of his way to bolster
what's left of your stuff
when the roughing gets tough,
when your bestest best
is never good enough;
impervious to high rank
and noble status,
he'll root for you
with fanatical purpose;
and yet his skewed sense
of what's appropriate
can be so naive,
even affectionate;
though he's got bold,
chivalric aggressiveness,
something in him is unarmed,
so defenseless:
raw enthusiasm bursting
at the seams,
dismayingly innocent,
or so it seems.
Categories:
aggressiveness, people
Form:
Light Verse
Son of the devil I am
Am I, I a psychologically
Misunderstood individuality
Emitting my soul in the caress of hypochondriasis
Believing in the many illness of fame
Belligerently dumfounded to using a needle point frame
On the oasis of my flesh
To depict-ate past failures, un-relieved stress and to provoke
An aggressiveness determination
Not blinded by greed, and to be astronomically true to me
Me the son of a devil
Categories:
aggressiveness, life,
Form:
Free verse
Katoomba, a wild sound, an ancient name.
With it, a sense of awe silently came.
I only saw part of you
But still I was amazed, all the way through.
What would I do
Where would I be
If I had seen you
At the full, staggering height
Of your beauty?
Your beauty is like no other sight.
Beauty that only nature could have created
That no other wonders could possibly be equated.
Beauty
To be feared.
You call to those who hear
Who believe in folklore and fairy land
Those who understand.
Foolish men think they can explain it all
But I saw you with your giant sandstone walls.
I saw you without the aggressiveness that comes with volcanoes
I saw you as your diamond streams flow.
I saw your cliffs, your plateaus.
I saw your lush canopy of trees,
I saw your peaceful, yet mysterious quality.
I saw you as you spread the faint, misty haze,
Like a sea of blue waves.
You are the mountains of a thousand faces
I can look at you in a thousand different ways.
Your blue, strange hue is never of the same shade
It changes every moment, every day.
Your beauty is like a dart
With one graceful shot, you hit my heart.
Categories:
aggressiveness, naturebeauty, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
An empty screen is like a shattered dream,
Inside my heart I feel the scream!
There is nothing more to say,
Nothing will brighten up this day!
I feel only the emptiness,
I have had it with your aggressiveness!
All your words so dirty, verbal abuse galore;
I just cannot take this anymore!
You think you are so tough?
Well, I have had enough!
I am hurting like never before;
My tears are running, no they pour!
I kept on clinging, hoping things will get better;
But I’m crying, my eyes are just getting wetter!
I have realized that our lives will never be the same;
And all you can do is give me the blame!
You are killing me with words, slowly but surely!
Calling me names, making me feel filthy!
I lived in fear of you, but deep down inside I knew;
That you are a person that tears at other people’s hearts;
Your hate for me must be going off the charts!
Destroy me, is that all you can think about?
You are making it your mission in life, without a doubt!
You make me sick to my stomach, blaming it all on me;
The blame is on the both of us, yes, we!
You will never admit that you are wrong;
No wonder, it’s your drink that makes you strong!
My heart cries out, why must I always be in pain?
Must my life always be the same?
What a shame, a strong man...
but an unwell women you can blame.
I hope you hang your head in shame
Because I am, forever, erasing your name!
Categories:
aggressiveness, abuse, conflict, cry, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
If I was white,
would I be expected to be bright?
If I was white,
would my condition cause you to be contrite?
If I was white,
would my aggressiveness lead to a fight?
If I was white,
would my ceiling have a limited height?
If I was white,
would my dreams soar high as a kite?
If I was white,
would I have unlimited insight?
If I was white,
would I have the opportunity to innately see the light?
If I was white,
would you fear me at night?
If I was white,
would I be born with a negative plight?
If I was white,
would I have to be extra polite?
If I was white,
would I have to fear being killed by police on sight?
If I was white,
would that really make everything alright?
Categories:
aggressiveness, political, racism,
Form:
Rhyme
A story is told of a Roman soldier who came upon an area and needed further direction to reach a certain destination. His guide informed the soldier that if he insisted on proceeding in a certain direction, it could be fatal. The soldier replied, " It's required that I obey orders, not for me to live". Without a doubt, the Roman soldier was a warrior.*
They were vigorous, courageous, and aggressive; in wins or losses, gentlemen no less. I would consider them the greatest duo never to have won a finals championship.** One of them received NBA MVP awards in '97 and '99, a great personal achievement.*** The duo was like H2O, the formula for water, or like two well-tuned music machines.
One year those dynamic duo warriors nearly won it all, but for the heroics of another warrior.**** The unsung, unawarded quiet giant, was one of the greatest sports warriors of all time.*****
070720PSCtest, Warrior Contest, Silent One *Warrior: A person engaged or experienced in warfare; soldier. A person who shows or has shown great vigor, courage, or aggressiveness, as in politics or athletics. Dictionary.Com. *2 Karl Malone & John Stockton. *3 Karl Malone *4 Michael Jordan. *5 John Stockton
Categories:
aggressiveness, basketball, war,
Form:
Narrative