Short Angrier Poems

Mommy
yells at us.
We roll our eyes.
Makes her angrier still.
Grounded....

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None are more enslaved hopelessly,
than those who falsely believe that they are free,
and none get angrier than any by far,
than those you attempt to enlighten how unfree they are....

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The what society?
The I-think-I can-get-you-mad-Society.
Why would I join that?
Come on. It’ll be fun. No one can get anyone angrier faster than you can!
With a compliment like that,
Naturally I filled out the
Application form.
I should know in
A couple of years
Whether I made it....

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Took a glance above the skinny blank-pane 
Gladly could tell when it 'l indeed not rain 
The moon humps with the sun, a pain.

Wild wind rants, while the carriers pant 
Not minding displays on a rare podcast
And the utterances from a mere forecast

Blessed be the God's eye
Angrier the world looks- aye 
The moon has come before îts time...

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So, why didn’t you stop
After seeing a red-eyed cop
You know could ask you to hurriedly drop
And have you childishly begin to hop
Or ludicrously  bop
To still hard blows  wire to your face while on top
And angrier, like gilled corn, pop!
A prelude to making you some grimy floor mop
Or in a nearby farm start planting a crop,
Retaining this over coat that does make you a fop?...

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I don’t have a favourite;
I love each and every one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum

I love tarty Marti
And svelter Delta
Sloppy Poppy
And vulgar Olga

I love baddy Maddie
And angrier Andrea
Clean Jean
And fairer Farah

I love scorer Pandora
And messy Bessie
Gaudy Maudie
And sassie Cassie

I love a damp vamp
To tell the truth
Or Horny Dawny
And uncouth Ruth...

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More fragile than oldest antique,
dirtier than history itself,
angrier than stormiest night;
more delicate than frost in the hand,
I'm frightened, used, bruised, abused and
b
r
o
k
e
n.

Don't touch me.

I need you
but gently, be with me,
help build me and trust me.
Don't push me, 
or use me,
nor scare me.
Share with me, teach me, just
s
l
o
w
l
y
until I'm ready....

Don't touch me....

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Time is a annoying little brat 
And is as stubborn as a lazy cat. 
Because he does whatever he likes 
Which is usually what everyone dislikes. 
 
Whenever you are waiting, 
Studying, working, or doing anything boring, 
He stops, as if he wants me to suffer longer 
Or wants me to be angrier 
 
Whenever you are enjoying your day, 
Laughing, playing, eating, or doing something fun,  
He dashes away 
Like a bullet shot form a gun....

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I am a sin, lie, anger, violence!
Not I am a sinner, liar, angrier, violent!

I am a sin
Because the virtue is hidden in my bin!
I am a lie
Because the truth is my secret dye!
I am an anger
Because love is in my lusty bar!
I am a violence
Because the peace stays in my illusory trance!

O No,
Not I am sinner, liar, angrier, violent
For the coin of virtue, truth, love, and peace
I am just the opposite competent! 


-July 23, 2018 Chattogram...

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Throwing curves into the mix, there is no quick fix.
Spitting fiery words is just a distraction to 
keep your eyes off the main attraction.
The way they move catches your eye, 
the way they look makes your mouth go dry.
Growing angrier and angrier, the madness
sinks in. This one cannot stand to lose he
has to win. 
Off in the distance you notice another,
you concentrate trying to keep your cover.
Temptation is hard to resist and you see
this one clenching his fist....

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Angrier than a mad bull,
I panic seeing red color
which gets darker by the minute, not by the hour...
I'm ready to break you into tiny pieces, fragile doll!


In this arena, you think you control me
with those ironic smiles lacking self-pity;
who can get hungrier than this mad bull...
when it sees death written on any wall? 


By honoring old friendship, I request a fair fight with no tricks or such;
my horns are sharp and when they penetrate...it's a painful " Ouch! "...

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Rage is tiring him so much
He's tired of being in this stupid rut
He's tired of feeling anger and pain
Every day

His heart starts viciously pounding
His face goes red
The voices start screaming
Because they want him dead
The blood is rushing through his veins

He's debating if he wants to stay
The voices are getting in the way
They've made him angrier than ever today

He got tired and they convinced him to go away
And with that being said
He didn't stay...

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Some May Forget But

Some may forget but
I still remember segregated times
churning hatred of evil lips 
speaking from underdeveloped brain stems
sarcastic voices frightening little girls
who hid behind the embrace of notebooks
forbidden places and angrier faces
picket signs and a rain of dogs 
scenes of civil injustice
ageless and fresh.

Some may forget but
I still remember segregated times,
traveling south and having to use
a wooded bathroom.

10/18/17...

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