Wrath Poems - Poems about Wrath

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"There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” -Patrick Rothfuss I walk with a silent grace... For I am a peaceful, quiet soul... But in the darkness of my heart... Is a story that's untold. ... an intense, brutal storm... Where the rain's blistering...

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Run faster—looking back will be your downfall. The screeching of the infected gains intensity. Drag the razor wire barricade across blistering concrete— scraping rusted metal, shards splintering into scorched oblivion. Enter the valley of death, shadows playing tricks on your weary mind. Searching for answers, your quest has begun. Cityscapes metamorphose into deserted deserts. Continue your path forward, while an unrepentant sandstorm takes...

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IT WAS DECEMBER 23RD 2003 LIVING IN FORT MYERS FLORIDA MY POEM WAS AWARDED PRESTIGIOUS EDITORS CHOICE AWARD BECAUSE IT DISPLAYS A UNIQUE PERSPECTIVE AND ORIGINAL CREATIVITY WHATS AMAZING IS THIS WAS 3 MONTHS AFTER MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY THIS POEM CONTINUED TO RECIEVE THIS AWARD AFTER RELOCATING NORTH DUE TO FOUR HURRICANES CHARLIE LISA...

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How did the sea become a crime? How did its blue become a bruise on the face of history? How did the verdure turn into red wrath, breathing fire into burned hearts, leaving behind it a black, frosty funeral? How did the tree become a Fury? Her strands of fire strewn above the dew and tranquil mounts Furious fire and melted iron Lava and...

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‘If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?’ ...

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The winter of our discontent is over, the Merciful God of the oppressed has seen to the de-icing of our hued souls; and the blossoming essence of our liberation. The grapes of spring are plentiful and the heat of the sun is upon them but they must not be allowed to become like raisins wrinkled in the winds of time. Hued grapes of...

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I was trying to find a corner in this haze, Except that it was a circular maze. I wanted to see the end, Who knew this maze was my only friend? It seemed confusing and hard at the beginning, Especially for someone who was used to winning. Initially, I could not find a reason for this sudden maze; It seemed like a...

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Born on the islands that gleam in the sea, Born in contentment and born to be free, Raised in your midst with your faults as they be, Gone is my daughter, sweet Persephone. And any flower that blooms in any part, Has bloomed before that in my aching heart. And she had taught me - what the summer meant; And in her...

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Seems my handwriting will never improve, Yearlong efforts, letters still oblong. Not quite right, but we pretend it’s not all bad, I fixate on each line, a prerequisite approach. So next and then that line and its spacing, proper striving for excellence, sentence, cursed to find some semblance, a distant echo. Earshot. Eardrum. POP! Outward rang disdain, my reality indifferent, Marks resembling a bell...

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Noble northern lights illuminate the nocturnal sky (a gift from the Solar Kingdom): an extreme G5 s*T*o*R*m hammers a little blue marble BLISSfully violent yellow god-star bombards incorrigible northern Kingdom firing plasma out of golden fingers poking fragile magnetic womb mocking...

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I looked straight into Sun's eyes and challenged her with great audacity to dry the lakes in my eyes. I'll let her stab my face again and again and again until I lose feeling. Her flame is jealous of my blazing wrath —an eternal state of day that lights up my never-ending night. And I'm an insane insomniac, sane enough to dance to the silence...

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Our Gracious Heavenly Father does shield born again believers during natural disasters. Even though it might result in the lose of their earthly lives and/or properties. He has been known to save one house belonging to a Christian. When all other houses were destroyed. He saved one woman inside of her prayer closet when the...

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queens in dilemma bees find newer colonies --- empty honeycombs ...

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I will move the mountains, From your shoulders to mine. Show me your beautiful smile, And let your uniqueness shine. No mountain that I move will tire me, As long as you're always around. So you can walk a long, easy path, Without any rocky grounds. I'll push aside the mountain of doubt, For you to see you beauty. I won't stop until your smile...

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