Best Infuriated Poems
This emptiness within surrounds the insides
Penetrating my sorrows, I see the light
A light so faded and sad…as if it knows my lamentation
This light dies to be seen, yet it is surrounded by shadows
The light has not a voice, nor eyes to cry
Yet it weeps in the strangest of times
If only that light could travel up and onto my tongue
Springing forth in articulate passion and delight
To all that happen to behold its philosophic brilliance
But it cannot speak to you
It cannot cry to you…
It cannot tell you that I am…
So deeply in love with everything you are
Your talents, your pursuits…I cherish
I hold your dreams in my heart
Not merely wishing for them all to come true
But willing to sacrifice all for your fulfillment
It melts at every smile
Every squeak of laughter
Each hesitant touch
I wish it could be…
How strange this light has made me!
So dim inside, yet shaking with infuriated quaking
It longs to take over my every being
And make sweet music with you
Trilling in its soft embraces
To fulfill you is to leave me writhing in containment
Yet your happiness weaves into the pain
And the light remains…yet it never rains
This light thrives to love you…shivering but alive
It sighs in silence, comforted by fruitless words
The light is afraid and cold
For the vessel it resides in centers all warmth on you
Categories:
infuriated, appreciation, blue, desire, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Impulsive or compulsive
Either way it's not conducive
Living with this disorder
Can't be good for my liver
Obsessions, when do they stop?
Compulsions, when do I stop?
Let me illustrate and reiterate
My demons make me infuriated
To the point, man, I really want to escape this
Live everyday like your last?
These hours go by fast
Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past
Always with the imagery and self coping insanity
That broke me and continues to break me.
Another day, no not another day
I just got out, please let me stay away.
Categories:
infuriated, anger, angst, anxiety, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th
Day of the 7th month in the naked sky.
There! The two stars Vega and Altair
Blinded by love like Yaksha & his beloved
In the Bard Kalidas’s epic poem Meghdootam.
Vega neglecting her weaving and
Altair allowed the cows to stray.
So did lovelorn Yaksha in his duties to Kubera.
Dereliction in each case infuriated the kings.
Vega and Altair separated by the Milky Way
And Yaksha from Alkapuri in the Himalayas to Ramgiri.
Yaksha expurgated by separation for a year.
Vega succeeded in arousing the sympathy
Was allowed to meet Altair once in a year
Provided no rain on the eve of seventh
To unite in the milky way-Scorpion region
On the bank of Amanogawa river.
Prospero proved wiser expiating Ferdinand
By his log bearing as ‘trials of thy love’.
Reducing Miranda as ‘rich gift’ or ‘acquisition’
Forever as compensation to Ferdinand’s pains?
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For contest : your best poem
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Explanations of foreign words in the poem:
Japanese “Tana” means a shelf in English and “bata” is a transformation of “hata” which
means a loom
"weaving with the loom (bata) placed on the shelf (tana)",
One popular Tanabata custom is to write one's wishes on a piece of paper, and hang that
piece of paper on a specially erected bamboo tree, in the hope that the wishes become true.
According to a Chinese legend, the two stars Altair and Vega,
Yakshas : name of the Kubera’s servant
Meghdootam: Megh (rainy clouds and Dootam means messenger)An epic poem written in
Sanskrit in the year 400 A.D. by the great Indian Bard Kalidas – meaning cloud messenger
Ramgiri ; a hill near Nagpur in Central India
Alka: the name of the city in Himalayan region also known as Alkapuri
Kubera: the God of Wealth in the Hindu mythology
the Amanogawa (River of Heaven),
Prospero, Ferdinand and Miranda- the character in Shakespeare’s The Tempest.
Categories:
infuriated, stars,
Form:
Verse
Infuriated by greed
so we Occupy city streets
tired of being lied to
divided by tyranny
of the Elites
sickened by offshore banks
ran by gangs
known as the Fed
while political infidelity
shakes the White House bed
What happened to the basic foundations
for which this nation was built?
maybe the people’s aggravations
will identify our leaders’ guilt
No justice lies within this
“heads they win; tails we lose”
so now we take a stand
against their scam
because we’re through with the abuse
Categories:
infuriated, peace, people, political, social,
Form:
Rhyme
I don’t believe there is such a thing as a mirror,
Because this so called reflection is not really me.
I think he is a stranger that moved into my house,
For the man that I see is somewhat, ugly.
I think he built this life size window
To spy on everything that I do
And I can tell you he is beginning pissing me off
I can feel my anger’s starting to brew
Once I moved to the side of the window
And he disappeared out of sight
What I could see a part of his room
Gave me an terrible fright
The bugger’s been to the same shop
And bought the same things I have
The bed, cupboards and lamp shades
And on the table he even has the same Sat. Nav.
I peeped into this window
With the hope to catch him off guard
But there he was looking at me
Staring just as hard
I stood in front of the loser and cussed the most colourful words
The monkey aped every action even the moving of his lips
Then it dawned on me that he wore the same clothes
In the same pose with his hands on his hips
So infuriated, I punched the window
And ended his years of peeping tom jeer
However, the bugger is now haunting me
In every glass I happen to peer
Categories:
infuriated, funnyme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
In some distant valley,on a mountain's peak
Sat a girl with arms around her knees
Had anyone ever seen her so petrified?
Something he provoked seemed to die
She stared at horizon,shuddered in cold
Her heart was so tired and grown too old
One after another,she dropped a tear
Her soul was screaming but he couldn't hear
Then for once,she admired the settling sky;
The dark and distressed clouds just moved by
It was so lovely,so beautiful to be cleared;
Imprisoned by her thoughts,she too wished to be spared
The orange,the blues had mingled into one soul,
So many delights made the horizon whole
The unknown territories had mixed into a blessing
But moon and stars were the only one messing
She loathed the sight of night covering by
Her heart and horizon were still in a dive
She needed light to think,to reveal
The presence of love might let her heal
The horizon decided to end this show,
It took her breath away to see it go
The horizon had stolen away her answers
And moon and stars were the only left dancers
She stared at the sky and the moon shined in her face,
It was so bright and elated,it beheld her beloved's grace
The moon was the only one watching her cry:
Should she give up and let her feelings die?
The moon seemed infuriated at her strange thoughts,
Clouds had came in and moon had refuge sought
She felt dejected,neglected and pained;
It reminded her of her beloved who nearly did the same
She had been abandoned as if she's lied
And then she was told that no explanations were required
No answers to questions;Did he love her or not?
Just at that moment moon had subject bought
Shining at her face,it told her a story
The clouds have moved away as if it was her glory:
"Wait my love until I reach the skies,
Keep your love strong and don't let it die"
"Dreams and victories are not made of clay;
They don't serve you success in some golden tray"
It was the voice of her love,she knew by heart
Without any horizon,she now knew where to start
Even if earth turns black and blue,
She would love him with a heart very true
Nothing would set them apart,
Because even the distant moon's light never dart
Categories:
infuriated, emotions, for him, how
Form:
Ballad
Let’s be brutally honest with each other
AI poems are being posted on soup
Can be seen on a daily basis
Keep seeing the same names produce it
I don’t bother alerting admin as
Nothing gets done, so instead I
Go and seek genuine poems… HOWEVER
I USED to read a poem and comment
Now I often copy and paste them
To check for AI, and sadly I
Even search for plagiarism and
Get infuriated when I find it. I’d
Really love an explanation how a dead poet
Is able to post THEIR poem here on the site
The time has come to clean up the soup bowl
Yes let’s rid the site of cheaters and fakers!
Categories:
infuriated, integrity, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
I decided I had had enough.
I felt put upon, and I was mad, and I was not going back to the counseling program.
I was only a year in, and there was no way I was going to put myself in this predicament another year.
It was not fun, and I am all about fun, and I could do something much more interesting, so I quit.
An unknown woman called me to ask me why I had quit.
This infuriated me even more.
I did not even know this woman.
She asked if we could meet.
I was mad and mean.
And it had been such an instant relief to let go of it, so the answer was no.
I lived two hours from that college.
I would never have to see these people again, and that was the idea.
This woman was persistent, and I sort of liked her phone personality.
So I agreed if she wanted to come to my town and buy me lunch, I would listen to her.
It was her idea to buy me lunch, not mine.
She came, and we hit it off immediately as if we had known each other our whole lives.
She was going to be the new professor, and it was her job to find out what was wrong and fix it.
I was lucky. She became my mentor, and I went back.
Not even reluctantly now, more optimistically.
Looking back, I know this was a God-thing as she only stayed one year.
The year I needed her there, so I could get my degree.
The next year Purdue snapped her up.
Smart thinking, Purdue.
That was twenty-two years ago, and I am forever grateful.
Categories:
infuriated, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Soul
(Third and Final Poem- In A Parable style)
Come on down here says the spider to fearful fly
this day weather is so fine and I am your friend
be free, and into my soft web, you shall not die
for greater pleasure come hither, your time here spend.
Now wise old owl looks on, hears and sees this charade
and in loud blasts hoots out his own angry replies
for mother Nature, hath all living creatures made
within her heart of hearts hears all their weeping cries.
Spider hears wizened, infuriated owl's blasts
continues to spin deeper and deeper spun threads
Fly sails on as if a yacht with windblown full masts
trap now seen, his former pals in their web-spun beds.
Spider feverishly works, other flies are caught
so goes vicious cycle, dark webs eating their fill
for flying blind, their souls are easily thus bought
with time and darkness, their ink-heart blood slowly spills.
Soon, escaped fly returns, so do ill winds of old
time has done its job and all fear has left his head
web is so pretty, its threads glisten as if gold
vacated are those warning, fat and well spun beds.
As those droplets lure fly in, owl hoots warning call
but gleaming hope has turned off his sight and his brain
in he goes, hungry spider watching sees it all
giving thanks for those huge glistening drops of rain.
Come on down here says the spider to fearful fly
this day weather is so fine and I am your friend
be free, and into my soft web, you shall not die
for greater pleasure come hither, your time here spend.
Now wise old owl looks on, hears and sees this charade
and in loud blasts hoots out his own angry replies
for mother Nature, hath all living creatures made
within her heart of hearts hears all their weeping cries.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-29-2018
Rhyme(Third and Final Poem in Trilogy)
Note- To be added later.... after I post the third blog on this subject.
Categories:
infuriated, art, creation, poems, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms. Thanks)
Another
Work
Day
Alarm
Shower
Coffee
Husband
Wife
Goodbye
Driving
Car
Work
Neighbor
Wife
Bedroom
Coffee
Sex
Cigarettes
Forgetting
Husband
Laptop
Taking
Off-ramp
Next
Crawling
Traffic
Congested
Turning
Car
Around
Driving
Home
Again
Parking
Driveway
Home
Panicking
Wife
Disbelief
Hiding
Neighbor
Closet
Approaching
Husband
Door
Greets
Husband
Door
Kisses
Wife
Entry
Smelling
Husband
Cigarettes
Smoke
Wife
Doesn’t
Searching
Husband
Suspicious
Increasing
Husband
Anger
Backyard
Cigarettes
Found
Questioning
Husband
Livid
Denies
Wife
Tears
Investigating
House
Yelling
Following
Wife
Pleading
Searching
Bedroom
Threatening
Approaching
Husband
Closet
Intercepts
Husband
Wife
Pushing
Wife
Floor
Tearing
Wife
Hysterics
Opening
Husband
Closet
Standing
Neighbor
Closet
Pleading
Wife
Tears
Holding
Husband’s
Pistol
Trembling
Neighbor’s
Hands
Infuriated
Husband
Roars
BANG
BANG
BANG
Ringing
Ears
Smoke
Hysterical
Wife
Crying
Stumbling
Husband
Floor
Closing
Neighbor
Husband
One
Head
Shot
Pooling
Blood
Floor
Bleeding
Husband
Dead
Shot
Own
Gun
Sharing
Husband’s
Bed
Adultery
Wife
Whore
Coward
Neighbor
Murderer
Scarlet
Wife
Accessory
Awaits
Prison
Both
(Based on a true story. This happened a few blocks from my previous residence. I took some creative liberties with the story, names are fictional.)
Categories:
infuriated, dark, death, heartbreak, husband,
Form:
Free verse
Pedro, the traitor of Jesus Christ
This man, if he could be called a man
Killed 12 followers of Christ
Like a crazed Wolfman
Pedro firstly meet with Christ in a forest
Christ asked him if he had mercy of other people
Pedro answered: Yes.
Christ presented him 12 followers of him
Pedro was excited. He never had any followers
Jesus said: they were my followers, now they will be yours
Apollos, Evodius, Archippus, Sosthenes, Barnabas, Onesiphorus, Andrew, Moses, Judas, Philip, Simon and Nathanael.
Began to follow Pedro
Pedro reportedly yelled to Christ "Oh father, thanks"
Jesus then seen Pedro as a reliable friend
He would everyday visit him at bars
And once helped Jesus to transform water into wine
But one day
Thing slipped
On March 30 Pedro called Jesus, to talk with him
After a little conversation, Jesus began to suspect of Pedro
And terminated the conversation with "You aren't the prophet; i want my sons back"
Pedro got infuriated.
On April 3, Pedro called his followers to a forest
Having called the followers, Pedro said that a miracle would happen
He said to them to look at the sky, because the sun would do a such thing
But while they were looking at the sky, he got a dagger
And fastly stabbed 12 of his followers, all of whom died.
He then called Jesus, yelling "Now came here father to see the disaster i made"
Jesus was terrified by the murders: "How could you?"
But he did not panicked; he put his hands into Pedro's head
Saying "Father forgive them, for they do not know what they do"
After saying the phrase seven times, he said Pedro "Go ahead."
Pedro did go out and was not heard anymore.
Jesus said to his followers that he had an follower named Pedro,
Who was a traitor to him
His followers were shocked to hear the story.
Pedro is still remembered, to this day, as a mass murderer, and traitor
His whereabouts are unknown.
Written by Brazilian bishop Robinson Cavalcanti in 1996 to American bishop Douglas Cameron.
Categories:
infuriated, murder,
Form:
Narrative
Stars glare at the twigs,
darkness begins to settle
Forlorn dreams of stars,
moonlight covering them with clouds.
As clouds express its thoughts,
Moon strengthens its mettle
Dreamy stars infuriated,
with flares, bashed clouds.
Stars and Moon clashed,
deleted dreams covered by ash
As clouds watch over,
comets ignited so fast.
Dwindling down are sprinklers of dust,
speeding with lash.
Titans collided,
Clouds wept like a torn outcast.
Categories:
infuriated, anger, grief, hate, jealousy,
Form:
Alexandrine
Platonic Relationships
Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th
Day of the 7th month in the naked sky.
Japan celebrating Tanabata festival
There! The two stars Vega and Altair
Vega neglecting her weaving and
Altair allowed the cows to stray.
Dereliction in the case infuriated their King
Vega and Altair separated by the Milky Way
Vega succeeded in arousing the sympathy
Was allowed to meet Altair once in a year
Provided no rain on the eve of seventh
To unite in the milky way-Scorpion region
On the bank of Amanogawa river.
Blinded by love like the stars Vega and Altair
In the Bard Kalidas’s epic poem Meghdootam.
So did lovelorn Yaksha in his duties to Kubera.
Dereliction in each case infuriated the kings.
Vega and Altair separated by the Milky Way
Yaksha expurgated by separation for a year.
From Alkapuri in the Himalayas to Ramgiri.
Prospero proved wiser expiating Ferdinand
By his log bearing as ‘trials of thy love’.
Reducing Miranda as ‘rich gift’ or ‘acquisition’
Forever as compensation to Ferdinand’s pains?
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Date 3-1-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win in
Contest: Appreciate Platonic Relationship by Poet Undertaker
Explanations of foreign words in the poem:
Japanese “Tana” means a shelf in English and “bata” is a transformation of “hata” which
means a loom
"weaving with the loom (bata) placed on the shelf (tana)",
One popular Tanabata custom is to write one's wishes on a piece of paper, and hang that
piece of paper on a specially erected bamboo tree, in the hope that the wishes become true.
According to a Chinese legend, the two stars Altair and Vega,
Yakshas : name of the Kubera’s servant
Meghdootam: Megh (rainy clouds and Dootam means messenger)An epic poem written in
Sanskrit in the year 400 A.D. by the great Indian Bard Kalidas – meaning cloud messenger
Ramgiri ; a hill near Nagpur in Central India
Alka: the name of the city in Himalayan region also known as Alkapuri
Kubera: the God of Wealth in the Hindu mythology
the Amanogawa (River of Heaven),
Categories:
infuriated, love, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
It is not
sickness that I
am afraid of
It is not
disease that
makes
me tingle
It is not the
number of
days
months and
periods I go
hungry that
makes me
shiver
It is your
demise
that makes
me dizzy
I never knew
I had this
feelings
for you until
now
I never knew
how
invaluable
you are until
the eyes of
my pen was
opened
I never knew
I was living
with a god
in the form of
a man
I never knew
I was dining
with a human
God
many people
think your
death
is a serious
tragedy to this
land
many think it
is the wrong
time for
our hero to
die
many are
already
envisaging
retribution in
the land
but a few
persons
know that
you are not
dead
my family
loves you
my kindred
adores you
my villagers
reverence
you
my town
cherishes you
and
my state
magnifies you
The news
about your
demise
infuriated me
an epitome
of peace
has departed
literature par
excellence
is gone
quintesscence
of justice
is gone
aboard of
wisdom
is gone
Ojezuru mba
has passed on
Even the
dead are
aware
that you are
a paragon
"We don't
need you
here
now"... They
quipped
"those over
there are
wailling"
they repeated
Why must this
tree
that has no
replica
be allowed to
fall?
It is well
Even in the
well
You are ever
revered
the great one
Ije oma
A tribute to a
great literary
scholar,
Chinua
Achebe.
Categories:
infuriated, adventureme, , literature,
Form:
Free verse
'The Angel Cries At Night''
I heard an angel speak last night and he said ''write''
and bring enlightenment to this dark place,
the hollowness that prevails
breaks my silence
I writhe in agony
to see the despicable dead
restless and infuriated
daunted by their formidable grave
they long for salvation...
My stagnated beauty is futile...
Alas ! I cannot restore their lives..
the dead leaves pay their homage
where the ALIVE one fails to visit...
Smriti Jha
For the contest ' angels at the cemeteries '
14.06.2011
Categories:
infuriated, sadangel, angel,
Form:
Free verse