Short Agression Poems

Short Agression Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Agression by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Agression by length and keyword.


Why Doesn'T Things Go On Our Way

Sometimes things don't go on our way,
Wondering why it has always been that way? 
The agression and grief, 
Is never replaced with relief. 

Being tongue tied, 
And brain hyped, 
Lungs rotten, 
And heart broken. 

Wondering why things happen that way? 
Well I don't think we can get any answers either way.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Where Come From The Agression?

Agression

Where come from? From the mind? From the soul?
Is it genetic? No. It’s not that. Then? From second 

Second? Yes. The second person. That’s not an ego
The second you. Sure. Lives with you. Drive. Demon

But not all aggressive
I have one. Friendly

He wrote this poem
Please, take difference

He
Asks

Witnessing Mermaids

passive agression
schizoid fantasy
she seemed patient
like green earth
quiet and withdrawn
like a hermit
interjection of thoughts
projection of wants
red wine
we are walking
white sand spreading
music of the heightening
waves capsizing
the fortress of black
rock
distorted emotions
conversion of sublimed
lust
we are uniting
union of ecstasy
blessed
witnessing mermaids
Form:

Heart Break

Heavy as a solid stone 
Even the strongest cannot behold 
Attempts to mend, will never pay 
Rest your tears, because their here to stay 
Time goes on but the pain never fades 

Bitter and angry, hatred turns into agression 
Reasoning begins to fade out of regression 
Extinsive drug use may bring near an end 
Apparitions start racing through heads 
Keeping sanity, is a thought to be condemned 

Serenity is over, 
The Heart Break begins
Form: Rhyme

Discerning Distortion of Personified Worlds

No apologies
No criticism
Significant abhorrence
Distorted transfiguration
Angsty mornings
Disheavled evenings
Annoyance , frustration , disdain .
Paradoxial inception
Analytical depression
Muffled whispers
Defunct agression
Ultimate paranoia
Unconsciously decisive
Submissive arguments
Disoriented contortion
Twirling whirlwind of suppression
Tumult of words
In finalè 
Pure satured composure guided by 
motives of predestined animosity


Premium Member Incessant and demanding

I observe the continual ' over liberal 'design.' Demand
Demand and to shoot, is there any moral line.?
Spurred on by sucsss's over forty years.'
Assulting workable familiy units.. With a barrage
Of anger passive agression false piety? And many tears
Yet the formula it seems has garnerd,  gains? And room
To cause so much division, self-doubt indeed so much gloom.'
Is there a lesson for others? On how to mis-behave?
Grab the spotlight and clamour.' By night or by day.!
Form: Rhyme

Just Can'T Stop

It's a game in itself
lies, lust, and agression.
They say,"you're playing a game"
well, hun class in session.
It's this complex idea that you're not alone,
you have a God given mate.
Well most won't find them
the sex, the money, and the dates.
Caught up in a theory of epic proportion
when it's minor, and quite simple.
It's only to fill the emptiness
then the heartbreaks seem to ripple.
Like a stone in the water
skipping on top.
It's just a game,
so addictive you can't stop.

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