Rage Poems - Poems about Rage

‘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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How still the waters rage In stillnesses of day Moving tranquil on their way Across the placid page, While simmering beneath In silent, stormy stare The torrent underneath In boiling cauldron glares – Between the lines the blanks Bespeak in volumes swept Words unheard in all their strength Speak, where they are kept Beneath the calmness of the page – How still the waters rage –...

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Repeating myself Over and over and over again You can’t begin to imagine the pain. The anguish. The derelict feelings born of a journey To better thyself. To become the best version of me A version forged in solitude. I scream into the silence, And I cry like a ghost in a glass house Visible, but unheard. Seen, but not felt. Do they care? About this version of...

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I will not rage against the world, It has already done its part, shattering me into pieces, I will live with what remains, quiet and honest, free, I will win not to prove, but to feel alive, I will drink not to forget, but to savor the moment. I will sing not to impress, but to free my soul, I will...

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Peters rage never wavering even within the night sweats as cancer ripped through his tiny frail body he still imagines what his brother has if he could just grab his brothers lovers to covenant then perhaps he’d gain just a little more life he craved the smile his brother wore he craved the notion of...

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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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A mother to you, a son to me, sucking the life out of my bosom and weep in disgust when it's saggy. Men love a tempting hole to fit in, to dissolve seeds of bliss and then chymic wring it barren of faith. They carve open doors in me and call it a home. women love a alchemist man ,...

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Like late eve of a slowly dying year, Yellowing leaves await when falling down, Soon to get trodden when dried to dull brown, A few still hanging on, life lived in fear, I too, on late life's tentative twilight— The age awaiting the sunset of life With forebodings of a long prowling night, I...

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There once was a cop, Harry C., Whose Magnum was quite a sight to see. He'd squint and he'd growl, At some low-life foul, "Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk, three?" ©bfa031825 ...

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It gets too much I hold back, shielding you from parts of me you should never have to fear. Some truths, I keep locked away, deeming them unnecessary for you to bear. Yet, you control me mind, heart, and the depths of my soul. My intelligence does not intimidate you, nor do you come as a red-eyed agent of corruption. You found me on...

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BREAKING THE SILENCE : NO MORE Sponsored by Ink Empress Glass shattered a Saturday afternoon tea ~ Silence holds steady black fleeced momentum for its own ripping when lightning as whipping fire from Heartbeat of Sun slashes its Void loudness to tumble wounds of wisdom weeping slow dirty tears ~ tears telling stories of biting burns inserting into silent flesh of tense waiting...

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Don't give revenge Such loyalty So easily. You'll get angry With anyone Without a cause. Such course of time You invite rage Avoidable. Never dispute Angry to people It's life mix up....

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rage red hot burning rage...

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