Rage Poems - Poems about Rage

Rage. Fury. A constant burning anger. A rage stemmed from generations of those who have come before me An inheritance we have the right to own Something passed through each black child born One that clings to our skin and bones A communal experience we share alone Every time a black child comes home from school Fallen tears from racial slurs Another wave of...

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Nothing beats the summer breeze The memories of the ones who leave Lotus flowers smile at me Saying this will pass, you’ll come to see Walking in a forest with my shoes in my bag Wishing I were leaving the town that I have The year is almost over, and I’m still lying on the grass The...

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Woman is a hole, Soft with spongey walls, Press the button, make her howl, Crash through her virgin halls. A newborn baby, little girl, Fresh kitchen rag to store, Waiting ignorant of the day, When she too will be soiled. Decades later, kitchen rags, Sit discarded in a bin, A loony bin for hags to talk, And squeeze out salty drips. Streaming semen pulling...

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I woke with blood in my mouth and no memory of the scab that sealed the rasure. I’m cat-spitting dog-growling peregrine-divebombing rooster-flogging badger-flipping hornet-stinging wolverine-ripping mad. I fired the sun for showing up late cursed the fridge light until yogurt soured in terror. God called I let it ring twice. The therapist said breathe so I swallowed my tongue now I speak in the language of things with canines. coyote-howl syntax vulture-vowel decay the guttural grammar of...

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The seething waters took them. I rage, rage against the deluge, an unmoored, unrestrained rage. I rage for the innocents, a rage that drowns all else except more broiling, more roiling waves of rage, an anger that unstrings the harps of angels. Rage I now, at the blind horror of godforsaken moments that snatch all away as suddenly as a surging, untethered, Texas tsunami. I rage against the ever-deceitful aspirations of peace and calm, rage...

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Bars of rage by Adejola Joseph Bars of rage Angry Very angry What does anger bring? City of destruction Temple of anxiety Anger is a boiling water An H2SO4 acidic Bars of rage Anger....

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The howling lightning tore the sky. I screamed, I'm free. I won’t comply. I'm blasting away with wild angry sound, Fighting back in this battleground. Rage, Rage, against the light! Against the coming of the night! Rage, for what's damn right! With fists up! For the fight! I rage for innocents betrayed, Their voices silenced, their debts unpaid. As angels' harps...

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rivers stay silent happy to hum to themselves until a rage spills in torrents, cascades and falls only quelled in spells of drought...

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They locked her in a box of gold, with chains that shimmered, stories told. "Stay pretty,  still–don't ask for more, The fire in you? Just folklore". she smiled like myths were make–believe, But hid a flame beneath her sleeve. each breath she took was kindling slow, A furnace marked in ash and glow. The saw her feathers, red and bright, But...

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Your name leaves a bruise on my lips, like a ghost that lingers, life to strip, with eyes that threaten as they smile and a voice that cuts, low and vile. My heart cries out in silence dark, which you incinerate with careless spark. Your compassion's rage rules my life, twisting love into chains, sharpening strife. I speak my truth and ask for...

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She started crying in the middle of rages— not the soft kind, but sharp, like she’d cut herself on something I couldn’t see. She slammed drawers. Shouted at a spoon. Broke a plate and sobbed as if the world had cracked with it. Before she left, my mother filled the kitchen with notes written on paper towels— taped to the cupboards, the countertops, the fridge. I couldn’t read, but...

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Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort, Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame. After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious, Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to Destroy...

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‘tis not this scape judgy? ‘lo, prey on the defenseless short of a chirp, quite rationalized facets of your twisted facade the soul degrading you? despises, despises theeself thy insecurities shall protrude thy good and their wrong spotlighted i won’t get ready for this world it will get ready for me let their hearts pound in their chest cause I’m fighting for those who can’t fight it’s...

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Surviving the knights of Columbus Peter gargano faking his death recieving full burial insurance from San Carlos Beach chapter sadly he has been hacking into chapter District 46 2505 state secretary Donald and O'Connor at our 2017 and 2019 convention home invasions ripping our badges shooting into my plants from text door our Jan 6th...

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It wasn’t the lightning that split me-- it was the silence that came before. That breathless hush like the world holding its tongue right before it screams. I have learned to count the seconds between betrayal and the crack-- the flash of what you did, and the roar of who I became. Don’t tell me to be soft in this storm. I was soft when I begged, when I bled...

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