Best Infuriates Poems
I
I knew a time when my sister, tall and fair
with her sage sense of humor, dull and non-existent
Seemed positively,
metallic, blessed with flowing shackles, a gift, extended only to me.
Limiting my growth past 8 years, haunting my dreams until age 21
always advising her younger sis, to teary boredom
“Do as I say”, “whereso’er I may”
Lend me your shoe to prove my superiority.
By night or day,
I am your stone Buzzard and I will pick your bones
II
This I suffered
The rainbow might as well have been between us,
For the roses lost their petals long ago
I can no longer feel their thorns, my toughened skin
Yet lately when I turn to cry for you,
The pain is far greater than I should bear
For (you) seep, from my tear ducts, a bloodless water driblet
Injury that keeps finding its way out
Purging the likes of you
In twin tissues
III
Infuriates me.
Each night from my pillow writhed
Come darkened silhouettes of your pigtails
I inhale one, in each nostril,
just so I can blow you away
Are you a sister of another mister?
My tormenter, my thumb umbrella
Cleanse me from your sticky sight
Allow my legs to find that gentle breeze called freedom
Before the very bone that we share dies
Making us look upon our mirrors
To find the frozen cordial face
As we pretend to plant, a history, of fond remembrance
When we are but plowing, our indignations in the ground
IV
Unbeknownst
I knew a time when my sister, tall and fair,
Sat braiding her curly brown hair
Finding me sleeping, without nary a sound
Wrapped her tight braid, around and around
Laughing as my life was slipped from sight
Dragging me constantly, round that night
So what if I, but a babe in skin
Was found by Dad, in the playpen
Hence, since, even now, my skin, crawls
Afraid of the hair in red overalls
Categories:
infuriates, childhoodme, night, me, night,
Form:
Ode
A poem comes unbidden into my head.
I did not anticipate, ask for or expect it.
I write down five words.
Amplify, beautify, calcify, identify, and notify.
There is no struggle.
I stare at them, wondering what gibberish this is.
A foreign language makes more sense right now
One that I have never spoken and do not recognize.
My muse tries to get pushy with me.
Making me angry, so I shut down.
A voice suggests I could keep these words for later.
This infuriates me. How dare they try to control me.
I tear amplify, beautify, calcify, identify and notify into bits.
Determined not to think a whit about them
But here we are
So I guess that did not work.
Categories:
infuriates, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
America is an idea
that "all men are created equal,"
before we cared to define "human", "created", or "equal."
America is freedom for our grandchildren
in a manner we will never understand.
It is the founding fathers who died for liberty.
It is the darker brothers who fought for justice from kitchens and pulpits.
It is the poor, the huddled masses,
And their children who have forgotten this.
It is green cards that become blue passports.
It is unlearning the language of our grandparents.
It is knowing how to pronounce Arkansas and Illinois
It is enjoying barbecues on somber national holidays.
It is unbridled enthusiasm.
It is unbridled arrogance.
It is rugged individualism;
It is passionate paternalism.
It is hellfire that scorches deserts.
It is a gust that has fanned flames.
It is a cool rain that puts out fires.
From sea to shining sea--
It is Manifest Destiny
from Louis and Clark to Wounded Knee.
It is Topaz, and McCarthy,
and hundreds of things we would rather forget.
It is D-day, and Neil Armstrong,
and thousands of things we forget to celebrate.
America is a dream that rings from the red hills of Georgia
to the curvaceous slopes of California
to New York Island.
It is patriotism;
it is progress.
It is the blind worship of our past.
It is red. It is blue.
It is red, white, and blue.
It is what half of us say it isn't.
I say it evolves constantly;
others say it was created in His image.
It is everything I hold dear;
it is everything that infuriates me.
It is the warmth that makes my eyes tear
when I hear the Star Spangled Banner
at football games,
on July 4th,
or on September 11th.
It is hope.
It is the promise of a better tomorrow.
It is what ever I am.
I, too, am America.
Categories:
infuriates, america,
Form:
Free verse
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, claws overgrown.
You take pity on the poor thing;
Starving and probably ill.
(A miserable pup with big sad eyes)
And leave blankets and scraps out the door
You wonder of his owners forgotten
He’s no street dog- well behaved and gentle
Perhaps abandoned, lost.
But maybe not. He’s ugly, scarred
Hairless in patches- He belongs in a kennel.
You don’t want him- and feel an inexplicable deep hatred
The wag of his tail infuriates and the curve of his snout enrages.
You slam the door.
A glass spills and everything is red.
Merlot on the carpet, scarlet on the bed.
You knock over the roses
Deep crimson of condolence
You want to draw blood, you want to destroy
You crave another’s red bloody torment
Schadenfreude, be damned
His whines pierce-
through the cold air of the night,
and the solid wooden door.
The royal blue E minor: the laments of the abandoned
You can’t help but join in song
As the wretched creature
howls expressivo at the starless sky
a symphony of loss.
Violins screech to his scratching
with trills, mordents and turns.
The descending melodic line fades and echos;
As the merciless tonic pedal of time ticking
crescendos.
The clarinets wails accompaniment;
subdominant, tonic, leading.
And with a plagal cadence, the mutt droops his tail
Morning arrives- painfully slow
The rising sun thaws anguished aubergine
And leave only tender lapis of fingers frostbitten.
They struggle; falls a familiar key
As you reach and bend
Moist; a warmth unexpected and wet
As the mutt licks your hand
tongue curling around a corpse’s digits
nuzzling his cold snout into the back of your knee.
Tongue lolling, tail wagging
The mutt never leaves.
The frost on the tree branches promise
Of how you’ve lived and grown
They shimmer like precious silver
and accent the beauty of home.
The fresh biting air,
with great gasping breaths you shiver.
Here begins a new journey
With your most loyal friend.
Categories:
infuriates, angst, bereavement, grief, growth,
Form:
Personification
Can't stand the word society
Provokes immediate anxiety
Same thing with psychiatry
It's the opposite of variety
It infuriates me justifiably
Makes me act defiantly
Almost all wrong entirely
I rebel against compliancy
Then I'll sit and have a quiet tea
September 21, 2016
Categories:
infuriates, anxiety, culture, people, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
His thirst increases with every drop of blood
the kiss is venomous
the target he sets
infuriates his own soul
victims are obsessed with his smile
like a dagger he enters the skin
sharp and dreadful
you will know his nefarious schemes
once you are in his satanic grip !
Categories:
infuriates, sad
Form:
Free verse
the human races
color
seperates us
infuriates us
words
divide us
suicide us
violence
drives us
deprives us
if
peace
provides us
guides us
actions
enlight us
unite us
color
eludes us
includes us
the human race
Categories:
infuriates, racism,
Form:
May march forth, enter paradise my quill
May you hath,myriad cent hearts to fill
you prosper in , you fame in admiration
he parents in turbulence, he friends in quietude
he winkles in humans, as lustrous source of inspiration
Greater the gratitude for me he's, symbol of his beatitude
Vis-à-vis creed, blood, caste and hard achieved, a regard
As the tributaries of the Ganga, we’ve endorsed for the one stream
As the lineage and the posterity, we’ve enshrined for the Present beam
For every invincible sword as pitfall, a mighty shield
For all tsunamic ailments as drift all, a medicated ointment
he toils in pains, as meticulous peasant in field
Where incisive libels of solecism his, intended for brisk abusement
Don’t succeed- a word against me infuriates. A REWARD!!!
Categories:
infuriates, 12th grade, absence, art,
Form:
Sonnet
Emotional torment is what has conspired
From a decision I made and reality that transpired
A mistake so great only myself to blame
Unexpected pregnancy the guilt does remain
Trapped in abusive relationship no support id receive
Abortion the only option my loss to alone bereave
No maternal instinct no other way to go
Except for breaking my moral standing code
As I don't believe in abortion killing life that’s just begun
But I had no other choice it was all that could be done
No way or means of supporting a young life
With a suffering relationship resulting in strife
I didn't see it as a baby as it had not had time to form
I do still wonder what would of happened if it had been born
Will I go to hell for extinguishing a life that was forming?
Only know on judgement day for my innocence I will be imploring
Its best to know your not ready to sustain a child in this world
Than recklessly inflicting life that I would become too furl
A burden to raise a child singlehandedly with no help
As Stephen was clear on making his true feelings felt
It infuriates me more as if his response had acted in my decision
As a baby would destroy my reality and future vision
I do want children but with someone that wants them too
So I must settle down and commit it is what I must surely do
Im sure my soul mate is out there destined to wander on my path
And that special someone will become my one true fath.
Categories:
infuriates, abortion, recovery from,
Form:
Rhyme
I look up into the sky I see it,
Getting darker and darker,
In those Oklahoma skies.
That feeling never goes away of,
The past memories of destruction,
Pain and loss of life.
It was getting closer and closer,
The clouds had dropped out of the sky.
I could see it the funnel cloud,
Laughing at me.
I could feel it making my heart beat,
Faster and faster and worse,
I could hear it.
That train sound that scorches thru,
Your veins knowing the pure evil,
And the fear it brings with it.
So I run, hide and cover because,
I know in my heart it is after me.
I got away so many times,
It infuriates him and so,
He searches for me.
Categories:
infuriates, dark, fear, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
You interrupt me while I am speaking constantly,
despite the many times I've told you how very much it infuriates me,
and this reveals your total disrespect towards me,
but just know that I do not receive your poor behaviour personally.
I really should thank you most sincerely,
for displaying yourself to me so openly,
because you have unknowingly informed me,
that even though I know that you are perfectly capable,
you will never bring anything worthwhile to the table.
Categories:
infuriates, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Like the crow that haunts my very dreams
What that seeps from the darkness
And flows through the sun's beams
My mind is repeating all that obscene
Im supposed to just let be
Whilst you conjure new shadows to dance in me
It infuriates yet provokes no response
An attack ensues from the dark
They cant win with that laughter
I'll take it to my heart
Tomorrow will be brighter
The pain is swallowed behind a renaissance
Categories:
infuriates, blessing, dark, destiny, fate,
Form:
Free verse
The storm rages ferociously
Thunder, is the tiger's roar
We are hostage to the call of the wild
As gusts of wind seize the sky
Lightning tears flesh
With its sharp, violent claws
The tiger's piercing eyes stare from darkness
I hear my quickening heartbeat from our hiding place
Paralyzed by nature's fury
The tiger's attack infuriates what once was calm
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Note:
First place in Any theme/Any Form max 12 contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
infuriates, fear, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Personification
I’ve learned that no matter how hard life seems there’s always something to be learned from the negative experiences in the end.
I’ve learned that you never really know someone until you’ve lived with them.
I’ve learned that just because someone says they care for you doesn’t necessarily make them your friend.
I’ve learned that you can’t make someone love you no matter how much you care for them.
I’ve learned that it’s okay to be alone just as long as you’re not lonely to the point of having suicidal tendencies.
I’ve learned that you alone can define your destiny.
I’m learning to accept others as they are and to live my life in deep humility.
I’m learning to forgive others who have offended me no matter how much the situation infuriates me.
And of course I’ll never forget what they did to me,
But at least we can be civil to each other and exist harmoniously.
I’m learning that procrastination is unacceptable and that with my life I need to be more responsible.
I’ve learned that common sense is not something that everyone has.
And I’m learning to stop behaving as if my patience and nerves are made of thinly paned glass.
I’ve learned to take everything to God in prayer.
And I’ve learned to be patient and wait for His answers because I know for me He cares.
I’m trying to forgive my father for the times he should have been there.
He’ll never know how his negligence showed me how much he really cared.
I’m learning how to write my expressive thoughts down.
Now my frustrations don’t build up so much and they’re no longer weighing on my heart now.
I’ve learned that life can sometimes be as hard as we make it.
And I’m learning that people can really get under my skin and sometimes I just have to swallow my pride and take it.
And that doesn’t make me a punk at all.
It just reinforces my faith in God cause I know He’ll be there for me when I stumble or fall.
I’m learning how to be a better daughter and sister.
Even though my mom and Courtney don’t know, there are times when I really do miss them.
I’m learning to accept that my family has issues and that they are not perfect.
And when they do and say hateful things to each other to not even indulge it.
Life’s short but the journey is long.
God still has plenty more lessons for me to learn.
Categories:
infuriates, life, life, god, care,
Form:
I do not know?
Capitalization and punctuation are automatic to me.
It is what I was taught years ago, and I cannot break the habit.
Haiku is difficult for others insist on no apostrophes or caps.
It is difficult to unlearn what has been instilled and boy was this instilled.
All of those quizzes and tests, which I thought were a waste of time.
Then I began reading other people’s writings, and I was stunned.
Two, to, and too are incorrectly used so many times; too many times.
I get a sense that apostrophes are thrown in willy-nilly for no good reason.
How many times have I seen it’s when they do not mean it is, rather ownership.
To not capitalize a proper noun infuriates my internal gauges.
I am incensed when punctuation is off kilter also.
Checking and rechecking my own work to an idiotic degree.
I am such a product of the sixties, growing up in the corn state.
The home of the ITBS.
Categories:
infuriates, write, writing,
Form:
Free verse