Best Rancour Poems
Upon those who yield to anger, I should take pity
because words they spit are like sandpaper, gritty.
A loathsome temper causes them to fume and fret,
sometimes churlish ones spew what they will regret.
Restraining venom is an idea some are unable to grok.
Fury is the key to a door they have no right to unlock,
for they seek revenge when it is not theirs to take.
Hissing like the demon who was disguised as a snake.
It's amazing to what lengths their bitterness will go.
Look into their eyes and you'll see their malice grow.
A hostile fire-breathing dragon is an ignorant beast
who will spend all its time eating outrage at a feast.
They wear the weight of vitriol like a boa of albatross
when it should be thrown away. In the sea given a toss.
A temper makes foolish ones lose all sense of reason.
They may even betray themselves in an act of treason.
Rancour can be an anchor that drowns them in the sea
if they cannot cut the chain that would set them free.
It's evil to prick as a sharp thorn in someone else's side.
Irascible people are those most nice folks cannot abide.
If they continue to blow on smoldering embers of a fire
they will be burned by the contentiousness of their ire.
They should douse all glowing cinders within their soul,
to loosen shackles of angst and keep anger under control.
Categories:
rancour, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
My heart’s harbour opened deep and wide
all friendships peaceful within
Love and kindness ran deep inside
‘til resentment and rancour crept in
Do you harbour resentment?
or do you freely forgive?
Forgiveness keeps the sea
lanes open and free
so all of us can love and live
Resentment leads to rancour
Rancour runs afoul of the soul
When the harbour starts to shut itself down
We’ll no longer be in control
Do you harbour resentment?
or do you freely forgive?
Hope is a better anchor
for our soul so all
of us can love and live
Don’t let rancour’s anchor
disturb your harbour’s peace
Scuttle them as far away
from you as you can
to secure much needed release
No anchor for rancour …
~Resist the thing you dread!
No anchor for rancour …
~love and kindness instead!
No anchor for rancour …
~smooth sailing ahead!
No anchor for rancour …
~bon voyage !
Categories:
rancour, anger, forgiveness, friendship, hate,
Form:
Lyric
Written: July 28, 2023, No anchor for Rancour Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
______________________________________________________________
Rancor has no anchor; let it drift away
Long-lasting rage, bitter and full of spite.
Release the heart and mind from its heavy sway.
Set the gloom to float; inspire the light to ignite.
Rancor is a show of weakness to sieve.
A reflection of wounds that ache within,
But if you are not already dead, forgive.
Trust the heart's mending to run its spin
Rancor is a weight that burdens the soul.
A poison that seeps into every pore,
But in the quest for bliss, let it scroll
Embrace the earned delight that lies in store.
Aversion and bitterness hold no power.
To bestow forth peace or mend the broken,
They just irritate the cuts, making them sour.
So unleash the venom and let grace be spoken.
For the artist, hatred, and rancor are useless.
Baggage that hinders the creative soul,
Scrub the mind and let love dwell in the fuscous.
To create art that is pure and whole.
Toleration, the key to harmony embrace,
Mutual indulgence, a bridge to connect,
Religious concord, a state of grace,
Theological rancor is a vex and a defect
Release the rancor, let it fade away,
Embrace the light that shines so bright.
In forgiveness and love, find your way.
And let your heart soar to anew heights.
No anchor for rancor; let it drift away
Prevailing spleen, satiric, seething with spite,
Untie the heart and mind from its clumsy sway
Let the darkness fade; let the blaze ignite.
Rancor is heavy; it is worldly; leave it on earth
Die light, unburdened by its weight,
Let the pungence glide, anger, and girth,
And rise above, embracing a raw fate.
Hatred and rancor, useless inner turmoil are,
To the artist's soul, they have no worth
Cleanse your spirit, let your creativity soar,
In love and forgiveness, genuine art rebirth
Categories:
rancour, analogy, anger, appreciation, bereavement,
Form:
Rhyme
No anchor for rancour would do us all good.
Malice and bitterness should have no place
in this world of ours. We need brotherhood -
with love and forgiveness – our saving grace.
Take your resentments and any ill will.
In a container place them air-tight
till that container you no more can fill.
Pack them in darkness away from the light.
No anchor for rancour. Maliciousness
must have no hold on us all any more.
We must be free of all viciousness,
guided by love to a new shining shore.
Categories:
rancour, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
The rocks on the sea bed
Can be friendly in storms
When our sails are bedraggled
Or all tattered and torn
From our voyage on seas
Often left unexplored
But there's truth in the water
That cannot be ignored
In the wind is the Spirit
An adventurer's friend
So we move in directions
To where searching may end
There are hazards aplenty
As the salty air calls
There's that taste for adventure
But another taste galls..
We'd fare well to remember
Not all rocks help to save us
When we cast out our anchor
Catching bitterness flavours
Where the water is stagnant
And the wind but a tease
Hopeful canvas restored
Needing more than a breeze
Then it's time to resolve
Pull umbilical chain
Begin a fresh outlook
Let the rancour remain
Categories:
rancour, boat, christian, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Rancour is a canker
That eats us from within
Bitterness and anger*
Are sure to cause chagrin
Malice is a chalice
From which we should not drink
It will turn us callous
With hearts tuned out of sync
Hanker not for rancour
Let love rule our mind tunes
Forgiveness, the anchor
In life's wildest typhoons
Hope is the strongest rope
Sure and steadfast anchor**
In dark sin, need not grope
Rid our soul of rancour
Jesus Christ sure frees us
From rancour's canker clutch
Tenderly, He sees us
And heals us with blood touch
*Ephesians 4:31-32
[31]Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice:
[32]And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
**Hebrews 6:19-20
[19]Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the veil;
[20]Whither the forerunner is for us entered, even Jesus, made an high priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec.
Categories:
rancour, anger, bible,
Form:
Rhyme
Stirrings of heart in poems symbolised,
creations crafted as heartfelt emote,
oft by narrow minds cursorily sized,
since heart and head ride in different boats.
Nonchalant to criticism, we do float
as a bliss mist, in joyful innocence,
engaging not in this churlish parlance.
The jibes and taunts whizz by us harmlessly;
our centred presence in tranquil balance,
throbbing in rapture of love endlessly.
07-November-2020
Written for: ‘Judged By A Jury Of Your Peers Poetry Contest’
Categories:
rancour, bullying, spiritual,
Form:
Dizain
Gently flows fond thoughts that be
Above the stones of malice
From heart to hand tis given free
As peace within beauty’s earthly chalice
Impeccable in its wildness and jubilee
Searching skies of tendered blue
Each cloud untouched does softy gleam
Mountains, rocks and rills ring true
Nature’s gift so flawlessly streams
Offering reverent peace as an anchor that renews
August 2, 2023
No Anchor for Rancour Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
rancour, beauty, introspection, nature, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
"Learn to consider the source ... of rancour and
ignore. All tantrums don't require your reaction."
Quote by _Ibadidran Omo Akinde
I have spent my childhood the target of rancour,
malicious words like chains were my anchor.
Why are people like that ?
Sometimes, my only friend was my sweet kitty cat,
at school during lunch time- alone, I sat.
My words brought their rancour !
When I was a young woman I got much stronger,
I did not listen to the hatemonger.
Gone the chains that held me !
I was learning about who I wanted to be,
and saw resentful words as a sad plea.
Oh, get lost scaremonger !
Now, I am a writer of poetry- of life,
and yes still get hurt by life's stabbing knife.
But, am a tree rooted !
And when the venomous slither I press muted,
or lost in my mind- their words diluted.
Be still, not larger-than-life !
I feel sorry for the sad spiteful rancorous,
those people who get all cantankerous.
Why are people like that ?
Categories:
rancour, bullying, courage, hate,
Form:
Narrative
Unmet expectations damage the dormant psyche,
unkept promises smother the rays of fading hope,
unkind words tear the lattice of the mangled mind,
life then turns into an urn of fabricated resentment.
The sane senses become the fast spreading wild fire,
uncontrolled, it boils the blood of intrinsic pride,
and as it flares up, it burns the gentle demeanor,
left undoused, its spite blazes the bonding chords.
As the bitterness smoke billows thick and intense,
upset conscience loses the equilibrium and crashes,
vile breath is charged with the acrimonious ashes,
and the patient facade of restraint they deface.
The discordant world and harsh times I take on,
entice them to create the last straw to clutch,
so, I don’t sink in the implacable stream of life,
but sail to the serene sea on the boat of clemency.
The sunburst horizon sheds gold dust on the sea,
the hued dawn lifts a new day of promise for me.
In unfurling sky on lilac wings the joyous clouds rise,
on them with the rhythm of rhapsody my mind flies.
On the beach of awareness the rapture waves roll,
carry away my livid footprints to the depth of oblivion
of the obscure sea with the uprooted anchor for rancour,
as I perceive my sublime soul exult within a new me.
Categories:
rancour, august, introspection, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
vexed to gall
no anchor for rancour remains
no safe harbor for grudges on crutches
nor bitterness born of regret's aftertaste
for we agreed to differ, with our bygones forgone
to move on to settle on a calmer, sheltered shore,
where rancour's chains and anchors hold fast no more
and we'll ride out the tempest with sails lee-bowed or on ashore
let it be, let it be,
let the rancour
be done!
Categories:
rancour, abuse, anger, anxiety, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Icicles hung from the roof
like translucent fingers
Clawing towards the ground
While behind the eaves,
She brushed her plain brown hair
Tired gray eyes in the mirror,
Discolored around the fringe
And gravity pulled at the frown
Like it did everything else
She was one of many,
A soul, a body
With all the glitter rubbed away
Winter breathed out its discontent
A heavying sigh that scattered leaves
Over mailboxes, churches, graveyards
You can lose yourself in those fields out there
Mired in snow, as countless as crows
As tin men, as a brick in the wall
And when three young girls,
All smiles and apple cheeks and roses
Walked by her window, she cast those grey eyes down
From above— her jaw nutcracker clenched
New England January froze her eyes
A hand clenched and unclenched
at their sparkly laughter
The brush rattled to the floor
As the girls disappeared from her line of sight
She was already a thousand miles away
Up into the cirrus clouds,
Each inch colder than the last
Categories:
rancour, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Anchors without rancour are rare today.
They don’t just report rumors, they dissect some.
Men like Brinkley and Huntley, anchors aweigh,
anchors without rancour.
They steer clear of party-lines with no humdrum.
No newshawk floored CBS such a long stay
as Walter Cronkite whose candor ranks as plumb.
War correspondents, like Murrow kept at bay
and cleared away critics like so much pond scum.
Mark Levin at FOX deals much in the same way -
anchors without rancour.
Categories:
rancour, 11th grade, integrity, leadership,
Form:
Roundel
The thorny bush of resentment enwraps my heart and soul,
Suppressing the blooms of joy that try to spread their petals;
Like hemlocks, nightshades, castor beans, and oleander knolls,
It poisons my pure environs blemishing fine fettles...!
I'm enraged, often, my inner equilibrium gone,
I am imprisoned in the jail created on my own;
Carrying in my pocket the snake of hate I'm angst prone,
Peacefulness is fully gone, there's a constant cyclone...!
When there's no anchor for rancor soul is shipwrecked, often,
I, as responsible captain, with awareness control;
Mind in Brahma, to stop rancor I should take precaution,
Through a life one with God, I can save my body and soul...!
Why couldn't I embrace each creature and exist for all?
Why couldn't I travel within and put things in order?
Why could not I through my good thoughts, words, and deeds bliss enthrall?
Why couldn't, one with the divine, turn a peace accorder...?
Categories:
rancour, anger, angst, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Long-lasting anger, bitterness, and spite
Sometimes can penetrate the heart and mind
To taint the joys of others' earned delight.
If left, can sink its anchor deep to find
Its permanent aversion- to be kind.
Then, like a ship that's firmly kedged at sea-
Entrapped by vicious waves and cannot flee,
That hate caged deep inside the aching heart,
Just eats away to never be set free.
Not till that anchor's pulled- may it depart.
Categories:
rancour, anger, hate, jealousy, truth,
Form:
Dizain