Best Rampage Poems
The rampage..
Yell and scream… She’s angry
Hang up the phone… I’m history
Stop taking my meds… Freak out! I’m going to go insane
Fail a class in school… I can kiss college good-bye
Paint my nail black, wear dark make-up… I’m gothic
Believe the Bible is man made… I’m going to hell
The rampage continues on for another month…
Don’t call home… I want no part of them
Write how I feel… I’m depressed, useless, not good enough
Cry… I’m immature and weak
Laugh… Are you on drugs?
Be polite… What do you want from me now?
I’m alive… now I’m dead
Freedom
a delicate thing
dancing between
oxygen and carbon
will it give us a life
or suffocate
we're stuck in that reptile stage of uprising experiment
but they didn't count on our soul
small amount of energy which owns us
should have been included in equation
no one is winning
became universal scripture
no one is winning
neither plates from Sinai
nor book older than a prophet
or 'chosen people' exclusive label
no one is winning
sweep demons aside
and avoid your mirrors
stamped with that 21 gram
we are all hostages
living in Stockholm's delusion
Have you ever seen the ants in action?
soldier ants on rampage?
They have the power to kill and destroy,
Yet,they are powerless and small,
insignificant and weak.
I am a soldier ant,a spoke ant;
and a protector of my kind;
We work day and night to provide
for our nation,our forest,our land;
yet,the baboons enjoy it all.
They formed alliance with the
lions,tigers and snakes;
The lions rule with strong hands,
and devour the weaklings,
what can we the ants and bees do?
Another part of me is a bee;
we produce honey!,sweetness for all,
but we have little to show for it,
without us-the ants and bees,
there is no democracy or zootocracy,
yet,we are been oppressed,ridiculed
and relegated to the background,
In single unit we are nothing,
but when we move in unison and groups;
we are mightier and sharper than a two-edged sword;
No one dare to come into our midst,
when we move in hundred of thousands or
millions,not even the Anaconda,
Anything crossing our path is consumed and destroyed,
You will use your own weapon against yourself;
The lion uses its claws and teeth;peacock its beak;
elephant its trumpet and feet;snake its venom,
Carcass they are,carcass they become...
The ground shakes and the earth quakes as
we move,
Go to Libya;visit Egypt and ask of our exploits...
Sound the drum,it is time to move;
We say' No to oppression'
'No to selfishness and corruption'
'No to poverty and wasteful spending';
"We are soldiers,fighting for our rights with
one unity... and we shall conquer!"
'Let us match to the capital',
...Stamping,hissing,buzzing,rumbling......
"In one .. unity"
"We shall con..q..u..er!"
*Zootocracy--Government of the animals by the animals and for the animals.
Contest:"Metaphorically Speaking" sponsored by Catie Lindsey.
Let’s engage the minds gauge
Torque the imagination and take it hostage
Gouge the intellect with an over dosage
A ravenous binge
To my brain damage from under usage
Free the soul from bondage
Unburden emotional baggage
Forge a merge of love and rage with courage
Intoxicate paper with ink cartridge
A work of art on a page, a poetic collage
Like a soothing beverage
A poetic rampage on stage
Accumulate knowledge to reduce poundage
Of ignorance and information blockage
And salvage the tarnished image
A cerebral drainage to our disadvantage
Like the last spoken words of a dying language
A cultural power outage, a national outrage
A plague destroying a village
A confidential postage of information leakage
A sabotage of an adulterous marriage
In a society of average
That hemorrhages failure without stoppage
Skills in a shortage
The signage of a corrupt patronage
A camouflage of a failed brokerage
Education a privilege
We can use to salvage
And envisage a future of prestige
Expel garbage from the mind’s storage
Wage war with my conscience and cause this carnage
And ravage until there’s nothing left to salvage
A honesty challenge
Acknowledge my heritage
To retrace my lineage
Success a leverage
To use as excellent anchorage
A long walk of some mileage from a dark age
To pay homage to Mandela an iconic sage
And impart a message
As I indulge you with a poetic massage
Tribute to those slain at sandy hook elementary school ™
I read the terribly tragic news oh boy
about unlucky kids
at a Connecticut elementary school
thus a spark in me
heavily languished from deadly ploy!
The steely bullets lit
tinder - kindle ling bastard
nemesis illicit throve illicit
pandemonium didst sting
this papa s if his entire being hit
by mortar rounds,
and his mouth hooked dry like sandy grit
from cold bloody merciless killing,
whereby logical explanation does not fit!
Hours after the merciless horror,
(already five years ago)
I dialed me younger sister in bend, Oregon
and over the phone did cry
per wanton massacre
and loss of innocent children,
a part of this dada did die
no matter this papa
of two darling young adult daughters
each day he does espy
open mouth and wide eyed Shutterfly,
how the years of their lives
(And mine) ever faster fly
yet, a figurative stab
to the heart tore up this gentle guy
felt obliged to blubber love for sibling,
while attempting to say hi
whereby psyche rent asunder,
who would sacrifice himself to lie!
asper distraught fathers
and/or mothers heart broken for
beautiful daughters and sons
only thru memories can only adore
from cleft psyche, gut-wrenching,
woefully torment
searing within mind doth bore
recovery from such loss...
...prized progeny well nigh impossible chore
haunted by priceless offspring,
neither surviving
papa/ mama can never a door
not ever again hearing
soft pitter patters across floor
mental angst fraught with blood & gore
this haint mooch different,
than a g.i. Joe in battle fatigues
locked in moral combat with korps
indelibly etched in conscience
bent on evoking nightmares
like an ogre of folk lore
once happy go lucky faces smile no more
nor
will horror of grief abate,
but continue to pour
inducing incessant screams
from tigress roar
that remain in cerebral store
vis a vis an awful imp prim a tore
hammering, nailing,
wrenching, et cetera phantoms
once genetic gems of yore.
thus, upon a bed of nails or
suffer any mortal pain well nigh
for my
precious progeny,
whose innocence like apple pie
to the core
their angelic souls parental guidance
yes, sometimes
oat k shun ally goes a rye
but never could this father fathom...
a momentary sigh
at beauty and innocence in children flush
with zest and unbounded energy
sans novel experiences those mowed down
will NEVER BE ABLE NEW ADVENTURES TO TRY
now, he only stares blankly
at the bloody headlines wondering WHY???
The wind is racing
So is my heart
The rain comes in sheets
As I sleep in mine
The lightning strikes
My hand does the same
The storm is gone
And so have I
Roused with that first sip of morning brew,
I’m armed and on a caffeinated rampage;
A weekend project or playing at work
it all starts with a cup of black magic;
I’m armed and on a caffeinated rampage
walk right in divide goals and conquer;
It all starts with a cup of black magic
with that crystal ball full of your vision;
Walk right in divide goals and conquer,
one by one dominoes fall in succession;
With that crystal ball full of your vision
what you think is propelled into action;
One by one dominoes fall in succession
like roadblocks getting cleaned up;
What you think is propelled into action
as fast as liquid fire floods your veins;
Like roadblocks getting cleaned up,
a weekend project or playing at work;
As fast as liquid fire floods your veins,
roused with that first sip of morning brew.
Tennis balls in the court of life
Come back faster than speed of light
Some have anger attached
Having no control over petty thought
Choosing not to play the field
Called negative ream
Lighten up change the tune
As the world turns
Moments do not come back to relive
We only get one chance at events
Entitlements teased
Wasted efforts
Pitty no one
You're better off getting out of this mans way
The good guy has been angered, the poet is on a Rampage
Christmas and easter have been cancelled, every day is now Wu-Tang Clan day
I grew up on Hip-Hop so my pen is sharper than a damn blade
Rather touch a few people with my words than be legendary
Because the truth is people will believe anything if it comes from a celebrity
Kardashian this, and Cardi B that
If these are your daily conversations, then I'll pass
You criticise how they live their life, I pour my own flaws out
They don't want me to get my thoughts out
I was Bullied, ridiculed and like Palestine I was forced out
So when I say free Palestine I mean it because I dreamt of being free too
People bully you, then realise you're stronger than they are, so then they want to be you
These days everyone is see through
They're all "Gangsta" but none of them are tough
They talk hard, but they back down when you call their bluff
They pretend they're 50 Cent when they're basically Vanilla Ice
I have an alter ego so you're going to have to kill me twice
You think I'm Crazy and I've lost it?
Wait until you see me eat my food with a pen and write a poem with chopsticks
Use my enemies blood as the ink
Orgasmic flow, so you love what I think
Someone tell Demi Lovato that I'm waiting for a queen
She may aswell give a chance because we've been dating in my dreams
If she needs some support, I'm who she can call on
She'll even have a spare hour and a half to cheat while the football's on
I'm just joking, please don't take that serious
But even if it happened, I'd enjoy the experience
My pen is sharper than Jason's blade
Use your blood for ink and make you feel the rage
This is what happens when the poet goes on a Rampage
E. coli On the Rampage Again
By Elton Camp
Once again, bad cases of sickness from E. coli are seen
As before, it’s because our food supply just isn’t clean
It’s in animal feces we find these bacteria’s natural location
Thus, for them to be found on food should be rare aberration
Both all the health authorities and the public should have a fit
Because, to be utterly stark and crude, our food has what's unfit
This time it appears that vegetables from Europe are to blame,
But other foods from various countries have also been the same
The solution to this serious problem I am not able to supply
But eating changes and preparation techniques we might try
Unless vegetables we ourselves carefully grew & protected
To eat them without washing and cooking shouldn’t be elected
Meats can also be dangerous, especially if they’ve been ground
So we can cook them thoroughly, not just until they are browned
That the foods we must buy and eat are unsafe we shouldn’t fear
Hey there, governments, how about giving us a little help here?
Stand your ground,
Let no one push you to the ground.
Somewhere in the sun
Is reserved for those with gun.
Let us not procrastinate,
For tomorrow may be too late.
Let it happen today
That which is slated for the next day.
Stand your ground, hear the trumpets sound,
Fear disappears where courage abound;
We are men of fate
And we have resolved to change our fate.
We are on a quest
To assuage out thirst,
To reclaim our lost future -
Of which we are no more sure.
We are youths on rampage!
Since the elders won't respect their age,
We'll maim and murder
Whoever stands on our way; father or mother
There are many ends to this race of life;
Whether by the gun or by the knife,
And we would rather die trying
Than die without fighting.
Only a deaf world blinds its eyes
To her youth's war cries.
Racing toward the rampage of the storm
Raging river ripping free roots
Rocking the foundation form
Reeling back in the loot
Rocks raking through wood
Reclaiming home
Render goods
Unknown
Roam
There is a new rage that is taking
over the country,
Vigilantes going on rampages,
No one is immune from their acts
of passion,
They are making recompense
for imagined slights,
not really thinking about the
consequences or ruining
other peoples' lives,
The spurned are unleashing their
feelings everywhere,
Folks are no longer free to roam,
afraid to tackle life openly,
because a wicked wind may arrive
suddenly........
It’s like a bloody nightmare, a ‘dark turn’ in Virginia Tech University,
where thirty-two students and teachers got killed while classes were in progress;
people panicked and pandemonium broke loose around the campus,
police everywhere came to protect them and searched for the gunman.
This young fellow who’s identified as a South Korean student,
enrolled in his senior year with a special concentration in English;
shot those schoolmates including five teachers inside the classrooms,
killing them mercilessly with his gun and later, he killed himself.
What a tragedy! What a deadliest school shooting in U.S. history!
described as an alarming reality among students in today’s generation
this killing has become like a pattern now that makes global headlines,
a horrible scene, a picture of gory incidents, indeed, it’s a tragedy.
Expressions of condolences were read and conveyed to bereaved families,
the outpouring of grief did move everyone to share his sympathy and sorrow;
across the nation the depth and height it showed with certain questions
became a rising tide of human anger, sadness, and racial animosity.
That very moment of shooting many were gripped with fear and urgency,
they hid themselves against the gunman; others were injured and killed;
others were able to escape and relay their message of help in their midst,
oh, such an experience that shook the inner sanctuary of every person.