Best Rant Poems

"Rhyming poems have nothing of substance to say
They're childish! Ridiculous! Silly! Passe!

What's that - 'The Raven,' fine prose, you assure?
Pshaw, a talking bird is not Literature!
'The Road Not Taken' - how indecisively trite
'Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day' ~ why, out of spite?

'How...

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she was all like - there's something i have to tell you
but before she gets to say it
his ex wife shows up

he's all like - she's going to be staying with me

she says - for the weekend

he says - for the summer

as he walks away...

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Our POTD is now black versus white.
We are going to see a racist rant in plain sight.
It’s sad when a poet, uses their pen as a stick.
This POTD has no merit and honestly makes me sick.

Why would we showcase hate and give racism a stage?
All...

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I’m your eldest daughter, but I ‘m not for sale
Stop lying about my temperament and telling other tales
Father, this tradition is archaic and no longer necessary
You’re putting your wishes first and mine are secondary

The parade of pompous suitors really makes me sick
If they get to...

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You think me silly and verbose
When love is on my mind…
Fickle fickle full of fluff
Love sick, crazy, blind

Deviant...defiant 
Sexually overcharged
Big picture oblivious
And from your life discharged

You read my lines and smirk a while
And think, “Oh dear, Hee Hee!”
But when it comes right down to it
You...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf 
and carparks - the 20th century gold fields.

A new rush...

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The message relayed by the computer generated
  voice said my que  in line  would be
 approximately 20 minutes.
 So I had twenty minutes to think about 
what I needed to say.
I ran it over and over again in my head
All my rational...

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Some adults should go back to driving school,
those who seem not to comprehend red signs
at four-way stops. So many act a fool
and take my turn. Oh, there should be stiff fines!

Some licenses, I long to cut to bits.
Those jerks who chase me down, then ride...

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I am your champion, I fight for your cause,
my love and devotion give some people pause.

When I saw you I knew you, just like with your dad.
I guess our deep happiness makes some people mad.

I work hard at my job, so that we can live,
and...

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THE DUMB BLONDE 

Our dumb blonde leader is a total buffoon
Living in cloud cuckoo land in his cocoon
His party's starved our N. H. S. 
Now the country is in a mess 
Thinks the flu virus will be over real soon... 

OUR CRACKPOT GOVERNMENT 

They wanted...

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I challenge you to a rhetorical
to prove me wrong else be unconventional 
‘bout a problem that’s gone systematical
everyone’s so radical and cynical   
once burnt all swear to now be rational
petrified to be poetical and get physical  
relationships always problematical
they start off superficial...

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Naked Clowns Demented Brother

Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown - demented brother
dancing for the heads of state
asleep with faces in their plate
and as the rubber chicken stretches
they send again the fool who fetches
red noses from downtrodden wretches
to decorate the wedding cakes
join the real to crumbling...

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When did a lie become an alternative truth?
Why are parking spaces so small?
Do subway riders know deodorant exists?
Why do jaywalkers ignore red lights,
and children never wash their hands before they eat?

Why decide to spell doubt and subtle with a "b"?
Why have twenty checkouts and only...

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I was running up the mountain, 
Just dog tired,
Suffering,
My mind drifting 
Between the Infinite Rift.
My Aumakua (spirit animal) stops on a branch nearby.
He starts to chirp a mile a minute.
I cannot understand him.
For a second I imagine his chirps as something other than sounds.
This is...

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Like whatever you like,
hate whatever you hate,
all this stuff is subjective,
who knows what makes it great?...

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