Fury Poems - Poems about Fury

Mother Nature’s Fury, It begins to rain Rivers overflowing, roads begin to flood Devastation everywhere as homes filled with mud Loss of life and property, oh the heartfelt pain Mother Nature’s fury, as the story goes Wild winds begin to roar all across the land City and towns ravished by deadly tornadoes Loss of life and property we're dealt a lousy hand Mother...

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Fury Breaks Its Silence From South to North Pole, and beyond Glaciers crack, not by time, but by the toxins we’ve forced into the sky. Each gas, each smoke trail, a fingerprint on the Earth’s rising pulse. The Amazon chokes on fire, not lightning-born but sparked by greed, Its breath turned to ash by axes and ambition, It's silence now, a scream. On Andaman’s edge,...

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In the howling wilderness, the path is lost beneath the fury of wild winds, The compass loses its meaning under the vast and empty sky, without stars to guide us, Our steps wander through the nameless realm, where echoes forget their words, Alone we walk through the wilderness of the heart, seeking traces of vanished dreams. The thorns of...

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In spring we come out to see life, out from our long cold winter's nap. Bears are so loving not wildlife. Love can be grand. I am your big fun bear asap, you are my fury playful wife, I love to see you in gift-wrap. Tonight we need some fun nightlife, eating fish not from a flytrap, using my big claws not a knife, Love...

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She taught her fury to dance on the edge of the abyss, hating like a silent storm, I always thought it would pass like a cloud sliding across the sky of a quiet May day, a wandering dream between illusions and whispered advice from sleepless, restless nights. I felt it would pass like a summer rain washing away...

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The skies now dark with swollen grief, Rain lashes roofs beyond belief. The monsoon comes not soft, but roaring seas, It spares no home and trees, nor man, nor child. Before my eyes - truth too raw to bear, A mother staggered through the despair, Clutching her sack above the flood, Her last few grains, her sweat, her blood. The fields we tilled...

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Where harmony hoards the supposed hurt, Symphonies belie me. I rein myself in to not be curt, But noise surrounds me. Where time heals the freshly toiling, I have old, murky bloodstains Yet no one sees how quietly I'm boiling Until the tipping point I shall hide my pains. Why such a discordance in my disposition? I desire to mourn the impact of this...

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American madness, a fury unbound, A lost nation teeters beyond solid ground. We've crossed the stark line, flags droop low and still, The hour grows late; has reason lost its will? I walk as a stranger in this fractured land, Where those I believed would lend a saving hand Have turned, it seems, their faces from the light. This country I knew...

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"It takes more than a band aid plaster to mend a broken heart". Quote by Poet I warned her not to steal my guy but sadly this was not the case. She's trouble and I won't deny I warned her! I found them naked at my place, I'm seething I'm not gonna lie - revenge is etched upon my face! "I'll kill you...

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The dragons rose from the depths of the oceans There was orange fire; they were combustible. Emotion caused the waves to scroll with fury But a few noticed the heart the two wild ones made Love could set a heart ablaze; this was tangible proof Many on the shore felt this, but could not communicate it in words One poet after...

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Fury for the masses a static hum blares through the digital ether fingers swipe left then right hearts race pixelated chaos unfurling black flags fly! An electric storm of fury? a parade of images blinding a pixel a pulse a scream? shadows of war loom large? A darkness-play on the walls of our minds! Fragments of lives broken and whole? Spiraling through glassy screams each face a mask! Fury for the masses? Red...

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Fury for the masses neon pulses bleed into the damp air screens flicker frantic fireflies spitting chaos into living rooms, void! Each pixel is a distant mind bomb echoes of sirens shatter the night. Feel the heart of asphalt jungles where skyscrapers are tombstones for dreams buried in hashtags. Shadows reach, hungry n restless feasting on the memories of despair. A parade of facades ghosts behind the...

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We've tipped the scale, Crossed the line, flags droop and fail. Fury for the masses… Nine's almost here, Lost our minds, consumed by fear? I'm a ghost in my own street, The faces I trusted, they're obsolete. Fury for the masses… Traitors swarm, not you, not me, This land's a stranger, can't you see? A nation of fools a...

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Is this music made of magic? Or does it vent its violence fired by fury, fuelled by force? Does music trip Milton’s light fantastic with nimble heartedness - or fight with furore, feast on frenzy? It can be a disease, fanatical, as these hands, these fingers, these tips, these nails perform, carry out their execution. I wonder with fixed eyes as I take that punch, or...

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When rage grips over me Blood spouts to my head Veins throb and pulsate with anger My body trembles with fury I am a stranger to myself The demons take over me My taipan tongue spits venom That very few can tolerate ...

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