Best Hot Headed Poems
St Helens, volatile lady,
Is letting off some steam.
She is seething now with anger.
We know not to what extreme.
I remember the eruption in
The year of ninety-eighty.
That fierce outburst proved her to be
A quite hot-headed lady.
She will not tell what ticked her off.
She gets her satisfaction,
Not from talk or boastfulness.
She articulates with action.
So take your puny instruments
And foolish speculations.
She well may have surprise in store
Beyond all expectations.
Don't tramp on her abundant skirts;
That tends to irritate her.
This lady's incensed enough now,
You're foolish if you bait her.
She's given you fair warning
And if you take her dare
You can't run far enough to get
Her ash out of your hair.
By Joyce
Shall I compare thee to your mother's ****?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
Police brutality
should not be
ignored, but
exposed.
Excessive force
is being used on
innocent civilians
over petty ****.
Protect And Serve
they pledge, feels
more like a purge
instead.
Hot headed cops
above the law,
breaking the laws
they sworn to uphold.
Seems more like
thugs dressed in
uniforms.
I see them everyday
on cellphones driving,
parked at fire hydrants
on non emergency...
Going through red lights
without their sirens on,
with no care for human
lives at all.
Bullying, patronizing our
society, causing fear, and
bloodshed.
When will this nightmare
end ?
When will police brutality
come to an end ?
Written by: Poet Shi
Meet Tweedle Dum and Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
Way high up on the upper most branch
Not afraid of heights but why take a chance
I fail to see why they're living up there
They don't have a bed, they don't have a chair
Must be uncomfortable and hard on the bum
Hope they're not bothered by splinters, by gum
These guys are strange, they're nincompoops
They've never liked living in community groups
Independent old souls most all of their lives
Some call 'em snobby, these guys they deride
Society is made up of all different trolls
Some are hot headed with holes in their souls
Some are real happy, like those guys the best
Sure happy I got that stuff off of my chest
Meet Tweedle Dum and old Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
If you guys want my opinion and advice
Get the hell down here and I won't tell you twice
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dead end jobs,
We all got those,
The ones that hurt your feet
And the bottom of your souls,
Customers complain ***** and moan,
For items that have been long gone,
Get hot headed when their sizes are not in,
We have to stand and hold in our screams,
Keep our cool, when really we just want to say,
Hey why don't you walk in my shoes If it just for a day,
Just for a while maybe you'll see,
We got more problems then just your sizes,
Come on jump in my shoes, I be happy to do it for you,
To feel a day with no pain,
Maybe to smile truly stunning, then this faked smile,
So before you moan about all the silly stuff,
Take a look at the staff,
Some are hiding most pain,
In shed of moaning why don't you say,
Hey are you okay.
Written by Davina Browne
25 / 01 / 15
It's rare that most would call me a hot head
I am usually the coolest cucumber instead
I have no tells, so their heads don't swell
and I don't get entangled to soon
But there is this tall lanky guy you see
who plays a mean bluegrass guitar so sweet!
and he's turned me on my head
my tongue lolling out the side, I feel a big oh wet appetite
Its going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and I intend to make him sing oh yeah oh how deee
I do drive like a race car driver I confess
and mr ex officer may have to give me a new test
until he gets over that
I will have a bit of time to press
But never before would anyone claim I swear
that I was a hot headed daredevil minx
its this tall lanky boy and his talk of being my toy
and I don't ever want it to jinx
It's going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and I intend to make him sing hot diggity!
I wonder how he likes his ice cubes. jagged or smooth
and how stiff he likes his drinks
on the rocks or straight shot no lube
And I just await tying him down so we can just work out the kinks
It's going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and a month of head bobbin review with a view
- Corn Dogs and Ice Cream Cones for Brian - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 4/22/24 1:51AM
Judgement is a funny thing we all do.
It's been fashionable for centuries,
Yet still we scorn those we deem judgmental.
The great Shakespeare practiced in the humours
To entice his vast audience to judge,
Yet today it's a problem to spread lies;
To voyeur someone's traits for protection.
Today, someone who values the mellow
Is prude for excluding the hot-headed;
The knowledgeable, too proud for the clutz.
And so why do we scorn the judgmental
Yet hold writers to such a high esteem?
For in our writing, we are all critics;
In our writing, we are the judgmental.
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Have you
read where
In The Bible is written
Jesus called fisherman, come
They were all busy fishing
So many different temper a ments
Peter fast, quick to anger, and to disappoint ment
John also hot-headed called Boanerges by Jesus and
Bartholomew who had deep thoughts, trustworthy Jesus knew
So different were they, as are all believers
But loved so loved loved
With His agape love as no man can love
unconditional love that last forever
F o r e v e r
Hot headed asses
Filled with commie bastards
Social disorder in the brain insane with pain
As if socialized wandering wizards chicken gizzards
My breaking point to no return hero burn
In sweat caged fury everything scarey
Shaded pine in derision chasing after delusion
Fought back the pain with a smile on the dial
To frolic in the whisper almost a certain Hitler
Shadows filled up with asps darkened portals pitch black
Her memory haunts me to this day I pray
Shortness of breath in pitch blackened vest
Let me take the time to get some things off my chest then rest
As if a caged rat that was hiding in its tiny hole death stole
The memory of a whisper pitch black death hero's vest
No time to rest & watch any double feature
***** with the sneakers!
Sadness in the soul portal going viral as it seems
Lethal demise yet one word to the wise
In recourse blackened pilgrims with skulls & crossbones to prey on the dead!
November 6th 2018 - election day
Later today after
all votes get cast
post final countdown,
the winning candidates
ought to be known
way before break fast
cometh on the lanced
morrow (for champions),
nonetheless
my fingers and toes crossed,
that those donned diametrically
opposed to establishmentarian
(reed conservative
buttoned down
MAGA stalwarts) deemed
more dangerous than
beastie boys, or
foo fighting, Outkast
sans, these progressive forward
thinking Democratic activists
(purportedly threatening
gerrymandered territory,
where white Anglo Saxon
Protestant hegemony dominates
status quo regarding
dhow ting Thomas Nast
tee Donkeys as
hashtagged by Trump),
I pray these true
purring blue state
representatives clinch,
the majority to oust vast
Republican politicians cowed,
demeaned, and excoriated
for NOT fawning
prince supple lee,
nor paying expected
obeisance as mealy
mouth sycophants, that she
push hilly accede toward
belligerent, execrable,
and incriminating, nee
Machiavellian hot headed,
quasi coiffed,
donned, and puffed que
hair raising bully,
whose vindictive
uber lyft tartly tinged
tongue lashing,
they risk acerbic
punitive un re
lent ting vitriol stemming
from recalcitrance determined
by the fuhrer wannabe
wool shear lee be silenced
unless that bigoted,
"FAKE" man hat
tinned unabashed, unhinged,
and unruly
villainous president we
the village people nominated
to bulldoze zee
American free
dumbs, now made irrelevant!
Our youngest sister thinks that she’s ‘all that’ and a ‘bag of chips with dips to go’.
She’s very popular and thinks that she’s ‘made to order with a heavenly glow’.
When she gets upset, she can be uncomfortable and ‘hot as fire’.
The last of twelve, we all call her Julie, but her real name is July.
Our brother Gus seems always to be in the middle of something,
and doesn’t really know if he’s coming or going. But don’t push him, because he can be pretty hot headed sometimes. He prefers Gus, but his real name is August.
You might not like her, but I would love for you to meet my sister Jan.
Jan is the oldest of the family clan, but her real name is January.
I have always been a bit on the shy side, but there is absolutely
nothing about Jan that is shy. O, she can be nice ‘s o m e t i m e s’,
but she’s not gentle and tender like April and me. No, no, no; Jan can
be cold as ice.
O me? I’m like 40, leaving 39 behind.
I’m like the little engine who thought he could,
but kept trying until he finally did.
If I were a day of the week, I would be Wednesday getting over the hump.
I’m September, entering a season of anticipation,
with plenty of energy and things to remember.
09012016 cj PS
I bleed concepts, coldest hearts fail to execute first attempt
Not shaken or slightly discouraged
Explore your choices no need to voice my opinion
Volumes of knowledge bloodied and scarred from the battle
By far a worthy friend
Resilient in the face of oppisition
Convinced i am convicted
I've been a free man ever since it
I see you sense my presence
A heart of a Spartan detected
Suffer sorrow in silence
I enjoy the burden when i can carry it
Despair none, think nothing of it
Storms and pain that you can;t count the amount of
Emotions I master you
Feelings they just make me numb some
Lady's i'm sorry it's not your fault by far girls
fellow survivors, fallen soldiers i salute you
Sighs for their loved ones in their last breath before death and I respect it
Deterred No! not fazed by false friends
As false as their words are
As far as their heart is from me
No need to show them
I am a Leader, I lead men
destined, chosen to fall and rise higher
Competition I love it, I'll race if you wanna test me
Sweating not one fiery dart, calm in the face of fire
Hot headed...... I'm a straight line once you cross me
forgiving out of respect for another human
As always out of care and concern
And if you try to play me
I'm a black sheep like Willy Mays
I played with the Greatest
Learn from misteps mis-taken
I've survived on seashells don't mistake it
Braced for betrayal, Related to many men of Valor
Persuasive when i got a point to make
Evasive mischievous I know the tricks of the coyote
If the feelings there I'm catching ponies
And before I go out to war I get my Blessing from the Medicine man
I am numb…
Can’t you see?
I hate you so much,
Please set me free…
Things are different now,
I’m just being me…
I want some peace,
Within me…
I want some rest,
Near the sea…
Where I can dip my body
Skinny dipping
I want thee
To savor the splash
Through nudity...
Hot headed and hot body
I need the sea to calm me
I want to ease
These feelings from me
From the painful memory...
Please, please hatred, let me go
Freed me from your woe
I want now to go on
I want another love to last long…
Changing and going through the motions
It's a whole lot of emotions filled with impulse really
Trust the process and trust the process I did
Evaporation is the transitioning of liquid particles from a watery state to vapor without being heated to its boiling point
A being created in God's image, I am only but subjected to natural and societal circumstance so the questions arise
How far am I away from reaching my threshold of heat?
With the burden of abandoned dreams and ventures due to inadequacies
Some in the form of cheques
Some in the form of dissipating spirits
I have slowly been losing my gait
Yes the talent is innate and the livelihood of many is at stake
But how much more can this ambition to evaporate and turn into a gas in the face of the unbelievers take?
How much long will universe response bluetick my aspirations?
I was hot-headed but the storms and harsh winds of this world extinguished that flame
The surface area of my dreams was stretched from birth and widened by hunger
Hunger for more
Didn't my tears bring humidity enough
To fuel the rate of evaporation thus changing my most vivid illusions to a reality?
Hard at work I was in preparation to comply with all laws
I came and I saw
So then why am I anxiously anticipating, should I be worried my attention compass is beating towards a direction less travelled?
Transitions at hand, responsibilities to be upheld
Should the transition be riddled with procrastination
Do not revert to isolation unless its hybernation purposes only to come back stronger see again and conquer
Trust the process, don't rush the process you are a liquid slowly evaporating into a gas
Evaporate to heights as high and far as wide as possible because upon evaporation another transition process awaits
Evolve
Hidden under crop circle
resembling an ampersand
hides sheathed silo - obscured,
said symbol adorned every armband
of national socialist, yet weapons
of mass destruction) bland
lee, blatantly ignored global pact
prepared from this once (bajillion
years ago) geologic bottomland
repurposed for a bomb bin able
(made in good ole US of A) brand
to release payload
upon given command
i.e. at moments notice,
the notorious brigand
usurped entire communications broadband
to stow and let loose by,
thee once upon a time pokey cowhand,
now chief of state tyrant,
sans military industrial complex edifice
where deadly warheads demand
did and trumpeted by "FAKE EVIL"
apprentice madly (ad libbing)
gesticulating, & expostulating to DISBAND
at once - to no effect
falling on deaf ears
as Doomsday Clock rhythmically
minutely gourmandises
cannibalizing entire webbed
world, whose former slender
(now stubby) baby grand
piano playing butter fingers
primed to press miniature
Taj Mahal shaped hand,...
(now a pause for infowars
commercial identification about Homeland
security threatened by migrant husband
and wife, especially terror unleashed
from baby, whose hood
loom doth not expand
much taller than kickstand),
Regular noteworthy poetic program resumes:
...but biological chattering multiplicand
the fiercest most critical operand
linkedin with scheme
asper deadly retaliatory reprimand
against leader of free world,
a hot headed note tory us
donning wig by handmaiden Shetland
knitwear, which Total Mortal Kombat
every man, woman and will soon understand!
KA-BOOM! Into a bajillion
(to the power of Googleplex)
goes civilization and discontents,
and since World War II
accursed with self destructive hex
hmm...mebbe terrestrial for
another species similar to T-Rex.