Best Rages Poems
She storms into the room
there is fire in her eyes
and thunder in her step
rage rumbling reckless
She's livid
a live wire of fire
charged
She's on the move
To punish
Is it a rumor or reality?
He has explaining to do...
She rushes at him
Pounding on his chest
words pent up all day
rush out in deluge
drenching him
he tries to pin her hands down
to make her understand
to undo this "misunderstand"
but she pushes him
her pride scorching him
her eyes sparking
passion raging
~~~R*A*G*I*N*G~~~
He pushes her against the wall
pins her hands above her head
"Listen to me!
You got it all wrong!!!"
she pushes against him
breasts heaving
legs kicking
and he's inflamed
her passion burns him
combusts in his mind
and he crushes her with his body
she bites his lips
as they close over hers
he loses his grip
her fingernails dig into his bare chest
trails of red
Growling in pain
He forces her....
kicking and screaming...
down to the floor
Pins her again
"Listen! WOMAN!"
She looks up into his face
breathless
and he goes for her mouth again
Taking her lips into his mouth
sucking fiercely
his tongue tames
fierce...his need to possess
to claim
She fights to free her hands
and they are on his neck
Pulling him in...in
Her lips respond in like
his hand finds her hair
leverage...a grasp
he pulls to expose her neck
And he attacks
kisses...bites...His revenge
His innocence turned to intensity's indignation
she sighs...she moans...
the sounds goading him on
As he loses himself in her cleavage
licking up her perfume
His favorite scent...
sensuous sexy sweet
the storm is fever pitch
in a flash of lightning speed
He lies her bare
and thunders in the thighs
she opens for him...wide
eyes closed
she bites her lower lip
to muffle her cries
as he rides....rides
His victory ride of righteous pride
and she's left
breathless...spent
in a storm of tears
released...repentant
of her insane jealousy
the storm passes over
and in the stillness
he speaks...
his voice shattered...weak
in her presence now calm
meek
"Your anger is beautiful
your rage my relish...
but now...come,"
His voice a whisper
as he pulls her in to him
"Come into my arms
and know the truth....
You're my one and only
My Passion STORM
Is YOU....YOU
Serenity...is overrated."
STORM RAGES
Strong
Torrents
Of rain fell
Rushing to meet
More
Roar
Again
Gust of wind
Enter night of
Storm
03/18/19
Happiness rages outside smiles that wend ‘round my cracked doorway sirens fade from
the street music stops commercials scream dissonant chords walk across cat eyes lay
down on the keys sorrow is best sealed in lips a crying child throws angry toys rocking
-chairs whine with worried whistles in an empty room a grandmother snores despair
stares catatonic truth with no pupils no moon gleams blanks black-out while walking i
forget who i am frozen no sensation trees hold their breath words swallow spit scenes
flex and constrict this is outside of yourself concentrate nothing is behind you footsteps
cars crack snow dances mid-night the still blurs death stands and exhales ebony rooms
drifting with nothing to dream i open my eyes and read the clock my thoughts slam shut
Inside My Head, My Muse Too Often Rages
Muse, please stop that raking inside my old head
and those stomping feet keep me awake too late.
I love other nights and your words I am often fed
even the scary ones about my coming tragic fate.
Know that this is not a raging and silly complaint
there is far more to me than madness and glue.
Yet too often your words, good words, they ain't
Set me to curse some of the wicked things you do!
How about that night you twisted my deepest love
added in words about my secret lustful thought.
Then the time you cried out, kill that damn dove!
Yes, tis' true my heart and soul you have bought.
And why can not I write one without your blather
are not my own brain birthed words fine and great.
No thanks, kiss you send is rejected, for I'd rather
you took long vacations and did not keep me up late!
Before you fly FAR away mad as a bat out of Hell
please help me with that dark poem, I am stuck.
Did I mention that I truly think you are so swell
No my friend, I'll not lay down in front of a truck!
Yes, you did toss into this write some sharp words
a strong positive you sometimes so generously add.
No, my aching head tis not full of old and lazy birds
I command that you now be sweeter and not so bad!
Hear me again, stop chattering and you just listen.
I want big stars, deeper love and words that glisten!
Muse, please stop that raking inside my old head
and those stomping feet keep me awake too late.
I love other nights and your words I am often fed
even the scary ones about my coming tragic fate.
Robert J. Lindley, 09-10-2015
Sponsor Name-- Broken Wings
Contest Name --Trashed #2
What to Submit?
Any poem entered in a contest in the month of SEPTEMBER that did not place. Please remove all other contest information from the poem.
Requirements:
Poem must have been for a contest judged in September (yes, I check)
Date written and posted
Your name
This contest noted , example, Trashed #2, sponsor, Broken Wings
No Honorable Mentions, although painful that is a placement
No poems entered in any of my previous contest (yes I have a list)
No poems written in - I Do No Know, that is not a form
No poems sexually explicit
As a Storm Rages Past
Rabble rouser, a spring storm lets out a golden shaft
that pierces through the sky and with a loud clash,
rousing me from peaceful slumber, shatters the night.
The house heaves and sighs a powerless response
but I fear no storm, dread no tempest, and defiant
I clamor inside: ‘Let my heart sleep storm, sad flames
you will no longer stoke!’ Nothing though will still the
unsettling rumble that thunders now deep within
the cavern of my mind for a ghost I clasp and tuneless
it sings of love. But then I hear music’s many strings
pulling at my heart that rejoices knowing it may
no longer fly high on the wings of love but it will
drink from melodies that peace and joy bring.
So scat storm!
Your time is done!
And I hear its low rumble as it gently growls away.<>
A battle rages
between beans and broccoli.
Sadly, no winner
emerges from this dark fog.
Perhaps I will blame the dog.
Crooked lightning fingers flash off and on
Ominous clouds gather from dusk to dark
Everything he accused her of is wrong
Each command and order sounds like a bark
Rumbling thunder moves closer to its mark
From out of nowhere his fist hit her nose
Dime-size hail pelted the ground fast and stark
The storm covers up screams of other blows
This torrential downpour eventually slows
July 1, 2018
Summer Rain Storm Contest by Dale Gregory Cozart
N/A
July 26, 2018 - A Poem NA'd in a July Contest
by Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Second Place
Trailing clouds of glory do we come
When first our cradles do us home.
Smiles beam down like gentle rays of sun
As our parents on us do fawn.
Their hopes are great,through love refracted
But Fortune their hopes has oft redacted.
Creeping to school like a lowly snail
The bard has told the schoolboy's tale.
But palaces of pleasure are now our schools
Where mischief reigns and ignorance rules.
April is still the cruellest month
Where a teenager in confusion runneth
Not sure of who he is or what to do
And sees his life drift far askew.
But once released into his brave new world
To more temptation is his soul unfurled,
Leaving him adrift in a bewildered state
To take drink,do drugs and fornicate.
Yestreen it was better to marry than burn in Hell
Today no such union on him doth rest well
And so his rod on different rivers he will ply
In vain his spirit to satisfy.
Time,the subtle thief of youth,does parade
The body's restlessness to shrivel and fade
And so of potions and pills he does partake
To revivify his lusts the more to slake.
In the foul rag and bone shop that is the heart
His end is so different from its start.
An aged man is but a paltry thing
With his strength gone he cannot sing.
Morphine denies his raging against the dying of the light
And so at last he sinks into eternal night.
The Amazon is burning
Human carelessness the cause
Environmentalists blame policies
From Brazilian government laws.
It will have a tragic impact the
Rainforest is
Earth's lung
Reducing global emissions,
A habitat for animals and their young.
Globally it's a catastrophe
Each one of us must pray
Satellites show devastation
Of high temperatures and smoke all thick and grey.
No more deforestation. Don't choke the nation.
4th September 2019
Contest choice: The Fire Rages On
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
This isn’t something new -
He still betters her,
Even in pay; definitely in the
Freedom to choose, to have
Intellectual equality, to speak, be heard, be
Respected in a public forum.
Every child is by woman born
Regardless of class, or race, of
Ability or agility, whether it be hard
Grit or a natural gift that could
Expand a horizon, then only to be
Sheltered by their sex, by gender politics.
Our past though can be remoulded by your present hands,
Now more than ever needed, for their future.
Looking into the face of the devil,
I see the depths of hell.
I hear the cries of pain,
I see the suffering and the fallen.
I feel the fire burning all around.
Yet, I see a bright, brilliant light.
A man like no other,
A vision of massive wings,
In a white suit, who stands before me.
A heart of true peace,
Sanctuary, and the glory of all.
In the middle of this chaos,
I feel safe in the presence of greatness.
My Dear, you truly do not belong here.
Only those of true heart,
Can see me in my human form.
We are of the same blood, my sweet niece,
You are here to witness,
Those who have sinned and,
Wronged against you.
You were lost,
Now you are found.
A bright light descends into hell,
As Athena takes me home.
The sun dances above the clouds Though the sunsets with no regrets Death comes but light is my shroud *Be wise my son good night for now Joy in the morning light does not forget The sun dances above the clouds *Good or bad both in the end do bow Though sadness fills your eyes so wet Death comes but light is my shroud *Rejoice at my goodbye it is only for now Reunions are sweet it is like we never left The sun dances above the cloud *Though my eyes dim and a voice not so loud Whispers of love do pass through the dark net Death comes but light is my shroud *We will meet again among the crowd’s When morning has come after the sunset The sun dances above the clouds Death comes but light is my shroud
The War Rages On
The war in Ukraine
It rages on
More refugees,
More orphans,
Mothers with children
Trying to settle
In Poland,
The war in Ukraine
It rages on
The city of Mariupol
Nearly destroyed
Russian tanks
And missiles
Deployed everywhere
Hypersonic missiles
Attacking Arms Depot,
Apartment buildings,
Schools, even churches
Being attacked by
The Russians every day,
Innocent children
Have died,
The war in Ukraine
It rages on,
Poland taking in the refugees,
And the supplies,
NATO worried about
what Putin
might do next,
President Biden issuing more
Sanctions against Russia,
Poland worried
Russia may attack,
The war in Ukraine,
It rages on,
When will it end?
Only God knows
And Nostradamus
Who predicted
A Third World War
In the 2020’s-2030’s,
He’s never been wrong,
The war in Ukraine
It rages on.
Celine Rose Mariotti
as the moon rises
mimicking the high-noon sun
the air thickens
steel-force
and cuts
through life
in bits and pieces
like light through fog.
screams echo
down lonely town streets
as cement makeshift sky
reflects the sun
hours before its own rise
and wishes of help
blow cold
on a windless night;
a gasp of breath
rises and dissipates
like steam from nearby asphalt
as eyes close
one last time.
(this was about a murder, in the town I live, where these things don't happen... the man murdered his step daughter before dawn people heard her screams and couldn't see his knife but by time they got there it was too late, and he then turned the knife on his wife as she tried to flee in the car)