Best Enrages Poems

Rife with abstractions, and still just listening;
Leaning on pages, the night keeps glistening.
Ripping at seams, no intentions of fixing
As leaks spring up in the darkness of evening.
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"love is fleeting"
love is untrue
love is jealous
love is a liar
love killed trust
love is filth
love is arrogant
love laughs at honesty
love ruined my chance
love threw away my happiness
so love could keep me hostage
love is disgusting
love enrages me
love is unbearable
love is a joke
love is ignorant
love is not true
love...

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Rain rushed in like a concert audience.
There’s nothing calm about Spring’s arrival.
The specter gusts regrets and survival,
Strip limbs for whips — a sore obedience.

A path cut through, a cold subservience.
The robin’s heavy breast with cheep revival.*
A rose depressed in past Spring’s archival.
Absence of warmth, enrages...

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The man who puts kids in cages
Laughs at the folks it enrages
Whilst taxpayers bleed
Republicans need
Bilingual pedophile Pages...

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The moon is my muse
and love is the fuse
that burns my fire
and enrages my soul.

The moon is high
and the moon is my heart.
Holding high
and the stars around
clouds not in sight,
I shall go now on a flight.

The moon is my muse
and love is the fuse
that burns...

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Rain seeps into every crack and crevice
chilling to the bone
Winter has arrived with a vengeance 
and summer is forever gone.
Ice slicks the asphalt, into a
glittering glistening death trap.
Here begins the slow invasion 
of the unrelenting cold. 

This grubby little mutt follows one day,
His hair matted,...

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Metropolis…
a cackling cacophony of confusion
energizing some and enrages others.
Concrete and steel giants,
loom forebodingly over the masses;
blocking out gifts of the sun.

The maze that tires me from constant searching; 
why am I here in this overcrowded and hopeless abyss?
The bang-clang trucks and trolleys, 
beat out their...

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The dark truth;
There is nothing good in falling, nothing good in fainting
Just getting hurt, and blacking out.
Blacking out is missing in action and bleeding is bleeding.

There is nothing interesting in dreaming, nothing helpful in admiring
Just the misconception about sound sleep and the annoying urge
Craving is...

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Alliances of color
Moods profound -all around us surround
With a convoluted nature, I take moods in
terms of color-
To simplify and identify.

Black as in absence
Absence of color, no true cast in nature
Yet in our psyche- it ends tranquility
Makes us feel death, mystery and sexuality.

On the other end...

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Of pale melancholy
And the infinite fall 
Of broken machinery 
Cast upon vast shores 
Decimation reservation

The prodigal son returns 
Jagged reigns of jaded egos 
Amber suns stretching upon seas of sanctuary 
Blue oysters cast a cult of personality 
Here is where the mechanicals recoiled  

Gears...

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11:49 PM
and I am lost,
tired,
and I want love to knock on my door,
but sadly I am too poor.
Low and high,
high and love,
scared of heights
and it scares when it bites.

As Paganini plays away in my ears,
enrages my brain in beauty,
I think of her,
as the night slips...

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I can hear beyond the human ears,
Long before danger has a chance to come near,
Waiting and watching over all I care for,
I am able to observe and see so much more,
I seem fairly simple and yearn for affection,
Yet, I don’t let this get in the...

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My husband's like to water, I to oil. 
We're masters of the knock-down, drag-out brawl. 
We just don't mix. I cause his blood to boil 
and he enrages me. The dude has gall!


From "Water and Oil," a parody of Edmund Spenser's Sonnet 30 "My Love...

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The inerrancy of the bible enrages me, 
Boils my blood, riles me and angers, 
Makes the interpretation prerogative limp, 
Nullifies that interpretation bud passed onwards, 
From every author who’s not embarrassed. 

You read knowing the art of literature, 
Is in its reader’s agreed distance from...

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Do you love me
Do you think I am smart
Do you appreciate me
Do you look at me, what do you see

When you hit me does it hurt you
When you call me stupid does it emasculate you
When I comfort you Am I beneath you
When you look at...

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