Best Angering Poems
I sit and pause, looking at the sky blue ceiling above me. White vapour cotton wool clouds
gently float like water lilies on an upside down pond. My humble seat, an igneous rock
from the Devonian period. A glaciation past has moulded this comfort to rest this weary
climber. I am in fortunate delight as this skyscraper of old can turn nasty with nature.
These marvels can unite and lure unsuspected hikers, and draw them into a weather world
they have never known. The gulley's and faces of this quite wonderful Munro hide
challenges and dangers for all who dare climb. Many have been lost as they become
disorientated, as natures weather closes in.
The ascent route to the summit on a day like today is quite wonderful. The beauty of the
glens, with their sporadic mix of andesite and basaltic lava mountains, rival many a range
on our fine planet. Many colours explode on the surrounding canvas. Greens and beige's,
greys mingling with red granite masses. Screes are in evidence, a sign of the range ageing
as natures seasons take their toll. Plant life carpets the slopes, where grasses of sorts
mingle with the purple and white heather. Ferns from a prehistoric age fan out catching
the breeze, like Sea´ ferns´ in the ocean.
As i climbed, at various intervals i would close my eyes and listen to the calls of the
wild. The sporadic bleating of sheep, as if echoing through the glens. Crows and their
hooded cousins fly sorties looking for carrion of such. Suddenly they scatter, as royalty
makes a welcomed appearance. As majestic as the King of the mountains can be, a Golden
Eagle glides on the thermals. His subjects looking on from a distance, for fear of
angering him. Rabbits, lizards and even sheep and lambs, bow down in whatever chambers of
safety allows them. As graceful as he arrived, he leaves. Slowly but slowly, the lookouts
of the species declare their haven a safe zone.
This climb has certainly given me a thirst, as the thinned mountain air leaves me tired.
Nearby a small stream offers a weary climber a much needed tonic. This pure fresh
translucent chemical substance quenches my crave, with a gentle splash over my sun beaten
face, i feel refreshed to a point.
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Categories:
angering, animals, inspirational, nature, places,
Form:
Free verse
Malady gently receives the hand of familiarity
and began a dance of deception.
Anguish bowed politely to oppression,
when vulnerability appeared.
Destruction cut in,
angering her partner subtlety.
Lies twirled in lovers arms,
torment and misery moved together gracefully in unison.
Deceit caressed passion,
while vile dreams are crushed under the enchanting waltz.
Pageantry choreographed with devil's imagination.
Categories:
angering, depression, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Did you know....
about the look in my eyes?
The ongoing fatigue....
The fact that I sleep more....
the fact that I distance myself....
away from you?
Don't you see,
what you've done to me?
You've taken a loving man,
and you've destroyed his self-esteem....
You've been on him so much,
until now he's become numb to your words.
From sun up to sun down,
it's nothing but words of harm,
it's always about what you want,
you're expectations,
and how you want me to be....
you want me to be like you.
You've been torn apart by your past,
so much to the point where all you know,
is to charge at me....
making me feel less of a man.
Well....
your days of devaluing me are coming to an end....
you're mad because I refuse to bend....
or break....
You're nothing but a critic,
the biggest one I've ever known,
I'm fed up with your constant criticizing,
so please just leave me alone....
my world is all messed up,
I can't think straight half the time,
because I am constantly in your crosshairs....
and it isn't fair....
I've always been there,
to love and support....
You were my everything,
then you started to pick at me....
and now I want nothing more to do,
than remove myself....
away from you....
You are nothing but a critic....
picking and picking at me....
it's so sickening....
it's angering....
it's making my stomach turn....
So I will take our memories
and watch them all burn....
I'll leave you right where you are....
I can't go on like this....
I refuse to be devalued....
By a critic....
You're just a critic....
Picking at me,
making me feel bad....
always on my back,
and you wonder why I get so mad....
You're just a critic....
You're just a critic....
Categories:
angering, abuse, anger, hate,
Form:
Blank verse
Palm Sunday
Shopping and hawking,
purchasing and vending their wares;
the observant noticed;
the indifferent paid no mind;
the powerful perturbed by all the noise
make their way to confront
and charge the man
some call anointed.
Loud and raucous singing
disturbs the quiet of the status quo.
Those who should be seen and not heard
are making the utmost clamor;
appreciated by some;
angering others
insisting they turn the volume down.
Boulders will sing
while trees will give their branches
to welcome the mighty
if the lowliest of participants
are muzzled by the powerful,
but they sing in applause;
an affront to the self-made mighty.
Shaking off the winter greys and
waving springtime green,
a shout welcomes the anointed one.
Thrown off fashion lines the path
covering eager rocks
postponing the clearing of their throats.
Join the cavalcade
and raise the benediction;
awaken the sleeping alleluias
and the slumbering hosannas.
Join the lowest of the low
and applaud the highest of the high.
But beware,
the shoppers are eager to buy,
even if the cost is high.
And the hawkers are ready
to sell their merchandise.
Categories:
angering, easter, faith, holiday, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Anger burns me to my core,
Blistering every happy part of me left.
The only thing I know of now is hatred, anger, and
Revenge. It claws at me from the inside,
Making me scream out, but that makes it worse.
Every thought I have now is of murder,
Of killing anyone who wrongs me.
My old self, she has been caged and
Is rotting away somewhere deep inside of me,
Somewhere I can never find.
She is crying out for someone, something, to
Free her, but no one listens.
Soon there will be nothing left of her,
Soon she will not exist. She is barely there now.
I cry out for someone to stop the madness, but that
Just pushes them away. So I stay silent, angering
Everyone around me.
I hate them.
I hate all of them.
I want them to die.
I can't make it stop.
They are always there, the thoughts, and I
Let them take me over.
There is nothing left of what I used to be, and
I am gong insane over it.
But, I guess things always turn out the way
They're supposes to be, don't they?
So maybe I was doomed from the start.
Categories:
angering, anger, conflict, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Personification
I hear the heavy breathing through my trees
And Acorns angering the rooftop slate
Whilst winds invade the Caribbean seas
The hurricane metes out the islands’ fate
The sunlight plays on sturdy trunks of day
And limbs, they wave, with friendly Southern charm
Whilst clouds do heighten the fear on display
The cataclysm of the seas does harm
I see the tickle of the Autumn leaves
The feast of nuts below my cushioned feet
Whilst anchored palms are torn apart by thieves
As lions roar, the land declares defeat
2nd place winner
A poem written in iambic pentameter
10/6/2016
Categories:
angering, autumn, storm,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Assaulted Peanuts
They rode across the Western Hills,
For the land of Middle Eyed Bong,
To raid the Salted Peanut Trees,
Of King Pod and his merry throng.
Who were they, this reckless band,
Dare to plunder with motley crew.
They knew not what their fate would be,
Angering the wrath, of Old Cashew.
Cashew is Sentinel of this land,
Most powerful Nut to crack.
Born and raised in the Pecan Mines,
Eyes of Steel and Walnut Black.
Renegade leader of this Gang,
Was Outlawed Percival Grimface,
Once a native of Middle Eye,
Until his assaulted Peanut disgrace.
Pod and Cashew received a snitch,
Of Percival’s imminent raid
and so, prepared their men elite,
The Special Peanut Brittle brigade.
Grimface had an informant,
A betrayer amongst his ranks,
Passed the word to King Pod’s Men,
Who were grateful and offered thanks.
The Brittle Brigade were fighting men,
No one could take them down,
May contain some traces of Nut,
Emblazoned above the Town.
The attack was planned for Midnight,
On the Thirty-Third of July.
A new Moon was clearly visible,
Under a cloudy dark blue sky.
On the edge of town, they did dismount,
To make ready for their swag,
In expectation of stealing Salties
and Take-away in a plastic bag.
The Peanut Trees were just to hand,
When Cashew shouted, GO MEN GO.
Percival walked into an ambush,
He was struck underneath, down below.
No match for King Pod’s Brittle Men,
Who had muscle and sling shot bricks.
Grimface and his Gang, outwitted,
Only Conkers and pointy sticks.
They never saw it coming,
No protection from Peanut shells,
Hastily retreating under fire,
Their pain and ear-piercing yells.
Those Renegades had been dispatched
Back from whence they came,
Never to return to Middle Eyed Bong,
In fear; of getting more, of the same.
If there’s a moral to this story,
Of which I seriously doubt,
Buy your own Salted Peanuts,
Else your villainy will find you out
Categories:
angering, adventure, fun, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Still being faithful and serenely living,
ignoring the self-made gods ranting...
unafraid of them whose soul is too bitter:
I am at peace in the mist of turmoil and fear.
Still being faithful, angering the wicked hearts too wild:
their faith and kindness have been replaced by their pride,
and on those virtues I have built my character and shaped it with purity...
have they lifted up their eyes and prayed on their knees with humility?
My winters aren't too harsh when His warm breath melts the deep snow,
'though my spring is far away, this sweet prayer is offered with a bow.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
angering, inspirational, love, nature, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Fight fires with fires,
But falsehoods with the truth.
Angering rich liars,
Set free from debt the youth.
Categories:
angering, education, freedom, student, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
Yes, we’ve got the message
But what of its passage?
From your factories vapor
That does not foster rapport:
To residents a mission
Cushioning the emission…
I fear rearing stalemate
And a final waiting bait.
I wonder the smart platform
You’ll set up to quell the storm.
Whom you choose as Delegate
They shall behind relegate…
To Angering Pollution
Bribery not solution
Categories:
angering, community, cry, environment, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
Differing of communication of beliefs
Escaping rage the only thing that reliefs
Drunk on your self worth and pride
All your flaws and insecurities you hide
Practicing selfishness and no empathy
But then you lie only for some sympathy
Causing fury I feel to build up even more
You turned the knob but then shut the door
In my changed soul I've become so torn
Gaining gratification from growing ego as ****
You've forced my secret thoughts and feelings
Angering my heart and soul with each of your dealings
Socialized gatherings have turned so sour of a taste
To my wondering mind and bleeding heart a true waste
What was once ever so real
Now is so fake solid as steel
Wearing your ignorance on your arrogant face
You act as if it's a competition like some grand race
You jock for position by kissing ass
So clear to me like reflecting glass
So drunk and full of yourself now
To bend no one can teach you how
Categories:
angering, addiction, angst, corruption, emotions,
Form:
Living
Paddling through life’s strong currents
Untitled my existence
A name means not much on Tuesday
Maybe more on Sunday
Or less
A tear defines a being?
How many, how strong, how real.
Feeling exasperated by negativity
Chasing feelings of divinity
Yelling yelling yelling
to the world
but the noise is confined to my head
little head contrasting a gigantic soul.
And the burden is there
What will I present to the world
In which way can I make a difference
Confined in public beneath smiles
Shed through tears in private
Pulling myself into tri-ality
Love the greatest power
has been my strength
read on you want some more
a lick, a suckle taste
I love a poems pastry
Soothing minds sweet tooth
Life is powerful
Yet soft and delicate like glass
Days come and go
Go and come
Blinking back tears of joy
As they meander across the pages of time
When I was young I felt so old
Now I am older I feel so young
As time passes we find new definitions
Some last
A day
a month
a year
Like milk churning to butter
find your way through the thick yellowy labyrinth
grab your telescope and explore for yourself
We live each generation through eye and imagination
Thinking over thought
Clasping the past for dear life
Let go of that pain’s source
I see, I see and see
I hear
I feel
I smell
Shaking my head at youth’s destruction
Shedding tears for lost dreams bridged on loved ones water graves
Come journey on what life wants to be
Buzzing giddy yellows and blacks
As they did on Khemit’s dessert shore.
A ribbon streaming in a hair dress
Little Sasha’s pecan skin and eyes running
Playground-ing dirt,
jungle gym-ing
Teeth ivory flashing,
honeying laughter
How she grow up?
Happy women, strong teen.
How many continue honeying laughter.
Where does it go wrong
Stripping, schooling
They left her at 18 when he returned
Died at 11 when she discovered new meanings
Decoding womanhood
Fist-ing my soul.
Running tears
dragging,
angering
silent
No type of living
Excerpt from Complexes
Categories:
angering, depression,
Form:
Blank verse
Empowering me with knowledge,
Angering me with challenges,
Motivating me and inspiring me,
Creating trust and building awareness,
Given by a mentor,
Who battled with me my fears.
All i had to do was change my mind,
Change my thoughts,
I am fearless now,
With the possibilities of me awakenings.
Perception is funny,
Perception seems strange,
We only see a one sided truth,
Until the mentor comes along.
Take me to your leader,
Show me all your strength,
Grow with me and watch me transform,
So i can fly away and be so strong on my own.
Categories:
angering, appreciation, growth, inspiration, mentor,
Form:
Verse
~The wave breaks
gently, caressing
over and over
it strokes
the rocky shore.
The shore
trembles
wet
ready
silvery
but mute.
The storm
glowers
angering the sea:
back-talk
leads to back
hands,
and the shore
maudlin
retreats.~
Large ~
boulders
break with the tides
of time, to slivered
shards all glistening wet.
golden in a new dawn
once whole now
broken by the tide
still there's
beauty,
yet.~
*see about the poem
Categories:
angering, imagery, inspirational, wisdom,
Form:
Verse
Spies, scout out the Promised Land.
Let our eyes see what God has planned.
Never mind what He's already done,
Can we trust the powerful One?
When we saw the Anakites there,
The terror was too much to bear.
More numerous and taller,
Our confidence grew smaller.
Do not be terrified of them!
You are not being led by whim.
He says, "I'll go ahead of you.
Heaven's armies come with Me, too."
But we gave the bad report,
Advising the people to abort.
Their courage was drained away,
"The Lord has made us their prey!"
Joshua and Caleb stood firm,
Believing the Lord would confirm,
Urging us toward conquest,
Believing it was no contest.
But the people would not go up,
Angering the Lord with their dustup,
Saying, "The Lord must hate us."
Their actions were treasonous.
Why this betrayal of trust,
Leading to the Lord's disgust?
Trust lessons were never learned.
Stubborn hearts can only spurn.
Where do we look for defeat?
Surely not at the Lord's feet!
Look only in your own heart,
For the whole heart must take part.
The Lord is never thwarted,
Intimidated, or extorted.
Unbelief forfeits His blessing,
And keeps us from possessing.
Keep the Lord ahead of you,
Do not turn back from what is true,
Joshua and Caleb, the only two,
Whose conquering faith grew.
We tried to force a do-over,
Without God just a pushover.
He told us, “Do not attack.”
Our enemy hurled us back.
Wilderness wandering backslidden,
But He’ll bring back our children,
Back to Kadesh they must go,
With conquering faith in tow.
Categories:
angering, bible, christian, courage, faith,
Form:
Rhyme