Write an ANGRY poem

[dramasnot6]

Ok...so I heard some bad news this morning that REALLY got me steaming. The first thing I did was find myself opening a Microsoft Word document and furiously jotting down whatever words came to my head.
The end result wasn't my best work at all, but it made me feel a lot better.

Anyway, here please share any poem that was written about/inspired by/has anything to do with the emotion anger.

Here is what I came up with 10 minutes ago:


Every beautiful thing I touch
Turns to my dust.
Every beautiful thing I make
Every ounce of hope we generate
Is all ripped through my eyes
And shoved through their ***
Burnt at the stake without a tear

There’s no good people left to fight
This year.

[blp]

I'm sorry I touched you when you didn't want me to.
I'm sorry I approached you when you didn't want it either.
Clearly we need to...OK, I need to work on my communication issues.
Maybe we can work out some time when we can get together
sit down, discuss which situations would be good for us to have contact,
agree the types of contact you'll feel comfortable with and
perhaps, agree a set of signals to quickly indicate what is permissible at any given moment,

you uptight, anal, purse-lipped, lemon sucking shard of hate.

Just tell me what hoops to jump through and I'll do it.

[Lote-Tree]

F***!!!
F***!!!
F***!!!
Bas***!!!
!!!$$""><><???><<?<>?!!!!!!
You again!

[dramasnot6]

I'm sorry I touched you when you didn't want me to.
I'm sorry I approached you when you didn't want it either.
Clearly we need to...OK, I need to work on my communication issues.
Maybe we can work out some time when we can get together
sit down, discuss which situations would be good for us to have contact,
agree the types of contact you'll feel comfortable with and
perhaps, agree a set of signals to quickly indicate what is permissible at any given moment,

you uptight, anal, purse-lipped, lemon sucking shard of hate.

Just tell me what hoops to jump through and I'll do it.

"lemon sucking shard of hate"
Beautiful.

[blp]

Thanks. :D

[birgitta_nell@y]

Hot fury

Hot fury burns within me
Exploding inside me
Tearing at my lungs, and heart, and stomach
Tortured beyond internal measure
White hot fire stings
Consumes me
Violently

Inside I feel a thousand daggers
Driven into my chest
They twist and gauge
Bleeding me
Trying to let out some of this emotion
Before it bursts out
Hurting me and others

In my mind I can see broken glass
Shattered and splintered
I can see the pieces tearing my skin
Opening vents for this anger
This anger which is slowly wrenching
Pulling me apart inside
To kill me

I feel my nerves singe
They are quivering
Waiting for a merciful release
So that they can lunge out
And rip, and smash and grind
Anything to get this all out of me
It’s burning me inside

Help me!
I’m so afraid of letting go
So afraid of the hurt I’ll cause
To myself and others
When this monster inside of me is unleashed
And calls destruction upon it’s world

[Pensive]

Hated the idea of death
Have started to entertain
Ideas of my death
Just to wonder what your
Reaction on it would be
Impatient and I were synonymous
Now waiting for your presence
Has fetched off the old me somewhere else
And you don't know how it hurts
To see you don't know it all
And even if you do, you don't care
If you care, you don't show

Unaware, it is eating me

Don't know whether to call it a poem, seeing how badly written it is but well I feel quite angry, so just wrote it.

[blp]

Actually, I think it's pretty good, Pensive, especially: 'has fetched off the old me somewhere else', but also the strange mangled syntax earlier around 'impatient' and 'synonymous'.

[dramasnot6]

I really like it too Pensive.
It has a kind of random, messy flow...but when I am angry I am always choppy in my mind, and choppy when i speak. So it made sense to do it like that.

[blp]

Look at you all laughing with your
big dumb flushed fat faces
you great livid cruel hams.

Night lives behind those grinning jowels
and day never breaks.

[jon1jt]

I love her,
I love her not.
I love her,
I love her never ever never!

:p

[Bakiryu]

Burn me with fury and rage
the twisting coils writhing underneath my skin
Making me think murder and rage
and shooting guns
going off like flares in the night
calling to me like sirens and snares
to cut the living skin of self
and whisper
"i loved you, I loved you well
but now
I hate you a thousand times more
than I ever loved you"
drowning in hot rage

[dramasnot6]

I love her,
I love her not.
I love her,
I love her never ever never!

:p

:lol: Oh, the passion Jon! :lol:

[dramasnot6]

Burn me with fury and rage
the twisting coil writhing underneath my skin
Making me think murder and rage
and shooting guns
going off like flares in the night
calling to me like sirens and snares
to cut the living skin of self
and whisper
"i loved you, I loved you well
but now
I hate you a thousand times more
than I ever loved you"
drowning in hot rage

<3 it Baki!


"going off like flares in the night
calling to me like sirens and snares
to cut the living skin of self" is great.

[birgitta_nell@y]

Burn me with fury and rage
the twisting coil writhing underneath my skin
Making me think murder and rage
and shooting guns
going off like flares in the night
calling to me like sirens and snares
to cut the living skin of self
and whisper
"i loved you, I loved you well
but now
I hate you a thousand times more
than I ever loved you"
drowning in hot rage

Wow, really cool! Well done!

[Oniw17]

I kind of suck at poems. I cant' rhyme and I mess up the meter badly.

I hate our lobbyist democracy
I want to contradict hypocracy
But sadly corporate plutocracy
Supports low-quality monopolies
The thing is it isn't stopping me
From me being what I want to be
I guess that means the problem's me
Maybe I need to clmb a tree
Maybe pull out a knife and bleed
Or just straight up get high to see
I'm not that good with rhyming schemes
I am lying in blinding seas
And thus I find that hiding seems
To be my choice, what I recieve
I have social anxiety
It's no excuse for my erring
It's not even my irony
That I imagine zion dreams
Of future life and I believe
That if I try then time will see
Real politics, a dying breed
Marginalised in spite of things
Which make it so we fight to feed
Many of us hate life and fiend
But never me, I'd rather be
Sentient to what's happening
But still blazed up on habit weed
Sometimes get drunk, but haven't been
The times just suck, I have to bring
-To make it so my eyes can see-
Some salve just like the lines I've breathed
It's temporary, I'm naive
Procrastinator I'm indeed
Inherited my violent greed
Blame others for what I succeed
I see right through the lies perceived
As propoganda, I precede
The proper stanzas, rhymes I read
I must be wasted I'm decieved
Hate this place, I'm trying to leave
And though I feel that I'm the mean
Maybe the grass that's mine is green
But what about the dying seeds
Once in a while hear crying screams
They're heads, so stoic I will be
Despite where all my trials lead
We sapiens are vile beings
So at all costs, know I will eat
Though I'm so poor, know I'm elite
I hate that I love my defeat
To government inspired speach
That's just life, you die and repeat

Eh...I guess it doesn't seem too angry.

[Bakiryu]

<3 it Baki!

is great.


Wow, really cool! Well done!

thanks you guys! :blush:

[LadyW]

An Angry Poem
By Lady W...

Ah-he-hem.
I hate you.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
:flare:

Simple, yet effective ;)

[dramasnot6]

:lol: Nice use of...a variety of poetic devices? :p

[NikolaiI]

I kind of suck at poems. I cant' rhyme and I mess up the meter badly.

I hate our lobbyist democracy
I want to contradict hypocracy
But sadly corporate plutocracy
Supports low-quality monopolies
The thing is it isn't stopping me
From me being what I want to be
I guess that means the problem's me
Maybe I need to clmb a tree
Maybe pull out a knife and bleed
Or just straight up get high to see
I'm not that good with rhyming schemes
I am lying in blinding seas
And thus I find that hiding seems
To be my choice, what I recieve
I have social anxiety
It's no excuse for my erring
It's not even my irony
That I imagine zion dreams
Of future life and I believe
That if I try then time will see
Real politics, a dying breed
Marginalised in spite of things
Which make it so we fight to feed
Many of us hate life and fiend
But never me, I'd rather be
Sentient to what's happening
But still blazed up on habit weed
Sometimes get drunk, but haven't been
The times just suck, I have to bring
-To make it so my eyes can see-
Some salve just like the lines I've breathed
It's temporary, I'm naive
Procrastinator I'm indeed
Inherited my violent greed
Blame others for what I succeed
I see right through the lies perceived
As propoganda, I precede
The proper stanzas, rhymes I read
I must be wasted I'm decieved
Hate this place, I'm trying to leave
And though I feel that I'm the mean
Maybe the grass that's mine is green
But what about the dying seeds
Once in a while hear crying screams
They're heads, so stoic I will be
Despite where all my trials lead
We sapiens are vile beings
So at all costs, know I will eat
Though I'm so poor, know I'm elite
I hate that I love my defeat
To government inspired speach
That's just life, you die and repeat

Eh...I guess it doesn't seem too angry.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oniw this is good!!!!

[Oniw17]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oniw this is good!!!!

Thank you.

[ampoule]

Bleeding Heart

Take this heart and shove it into your face.
Hold it there, squeezing and dripping.
Look, you fool.
Don't you dare turn away.
It isn't so pretty afterall.
Is it....

[jon1jt]

I kind of suck at poems. I cant' rhyme and I mess up the meter badly.

I hate our lobbyist democracy
I want to contradict hypocracy
But sadly corporate plutocracy
Supports low-quality monopolies
The thing is it isn't stopping me
From me being what I want to be
I guess that means the problem's me
Maybe I need to clmb a tree
Maybe pull out a knife and bleed
Or just straight up get high to see
I'm not that good with rhyming schemes
I am lying in blinding seas
And thus I find that hiding seems
To be my choice, what I recieve
I have social anxiety
It's no excuse for my erring
It's not even my irony
That I imagine zion dreams
Of future life and I believe
That if I try then time will see
Real politics, a dying breed
Marginalised in spite of things
Which make it so we fight to feed
Many of us hate life and fiend
But never me, I'd rather be
Sentient to what's happening
But still blazed up on habit weed
Sometimes get drunk, but haven't been
The times just suck, I have to bring
-To make it so my eyes can see-
Some salve just like the lines I've breathed
It's temporary, I'm naive
Procrastinator I'm indeed
Inherited my violent greed
Blame others for what I succeed
I see right through the lies perceived
As propoganda, I precede
The proper stanzas, rhymes I read
I must be wasted I'm decieved
Hate this place, I'm trying to leave
And though I feel that I'm the mean
Maybe the grass that's mine is green
But what about the dying seeds
Once in a while hear crying screams
They're heads, so stoic I will be
Despite where all my trials lead
We sapiens are vile beings
So at all costs, know I will eat
Though I'm so poor, know I'm elite
I hate that I love my defeat
To government inspired speach
That's just life, you die and repeat

Eh...I guess it doesn't seem too angry.


Oniw, I think this one is ripe to sing, full of beats and rhymes.

[schadenfreude]

Failure makes me angry-
how years of persistence and devotion,
dedication and passion cannot buy talent,
how you can try and try and try and try
until your hands are black and stiff,
until your only memories are of
rusted factories spewing rancid soot
and still, you will stumble.

That is why Hope makes me angry,
Because it is foolish, useless- a yearning
for something far beyond your reach, like
a swimmer allowing the current to drag him down
on a sunny day.

War makes me angry, simply because
I don’t think I care enough to find my own truth.

And Love, love makes me angry
because it is such a simple, easy word;
misleading and conniving; slithering
off the edges of tongues when the
heart is a dead organ.

And it makes me angry that I can’t explode words,
tear metal or rip carpet when I am angry.
I’m annoyed that I’m not angry enough.
And it makes me angry that I can’t see all the small things
and that I can’t write and I don’t think.
And I hate how ‘angry’ doesn’t have the impact that I need.
And I hate how I can’t make up my own words.

But what really boils my blood is that
it is so easy to be angry.

[blp]

'Anger is an energy' - John Lydon

'Bless you for your anger/It's a sign of rising energy' - Yoko Ono (my iTunes decided to play me this very line just as I was shutting down this thread)

[Pensive]

Okay, just wrote this one and thought this might be an okay place to post it. I wonder if anybody gets it or it's probably some senseless sh*t.

Title: Does It Hurt Too Much To Care?

Yes
No
Okay
Right
Wrong
Fine
Mine
Hi
Bye
Without any explanation
Without any description
Without any conviction
Am sick of this briefness
What kind of friendship is this?
What sort of love?
Where chatting for more than a few minutes
Would get you pissed?
Where sharing something with me
Would get you in trouble?
Where starting a conversation by your own
Would get your knickers in a knot?
Thinking it's so cool
As if we are together because
A woman only understands the language
Of shoe
Your thinking.
Reading your diary
Opened many forbidden doors
Thinking that I
Would leave you forever
If we got closer
If you become open
Your ideas make something in me
Scream.
Perhaps our relationship was a mistake
You never apparently understood me
I never had an access to your thoughts either
I know now your diary better than you
Which you decided to trust more than ever
You could trust me and entrust
Your thoughts to me
Stop torturing me
Order this pain to stop
Just by having a long chat
With unnecessary silly big words as you call them
No formality
No preciseness
No conciseness
Or slowly
Your lack of care
Might erase the existence
Of our commitment to each other

I wonder what you say
On our commitment's deathday
"Glad it's over"?
Or
"I knew this would be it"?
Or
"Bye, I don't care"?
Would you utter one of the
Longest sentence that ever
Have you said in your whole life
Related to me
To me?

Does it hurt to forget some old ideas
Written in your diary and to erase them
More than it hurts to erase a part of somebody's heart?
Does it hurt too much to care?
Does it hurt too much to care?

[blp]

Some great stuff in this, admittedly rather undisciplined morass, Pensive. I especially like

Your ideas make something in me
Scream.

[pinkgurl321]

You look me in the eyes
what do you see?
My eyes are green, but when I see you, they turn steaming red
like flames

Look what you did to me
Look a little closer
You played me like a fool

Look at me
I hate that I love you that it hurts
Look at me again,
A little closer


What do you see?
My eyes turning red,
Why?
Because I hate to love you.

[V.Jayalakshmi]

Dear Members,
Here is my anger in poetry.

A place like home.
---------------------
Tut!this my home?A mess and with papers ,books everywhere,

Who will clean it? Me?Oh! I have no time,


Anger swells and you want to burn the mess,

But look within and tell me can you burn yourself?

At stake ,is order,and around the corner lurks disorder,

The universal disorder too,via media,

What to do with it?Switch the T.V.Off?

Men in disoder and women cleaning after them,

Women in disorder and the whole house stinks.

Oh! Give me some rest for I am the charwoman of this earth,

God fumes in untter disgust and in anger.

Here comes a Tsunami,run before you are cleaned out.

[Pensive]

Some great stuff in this, admittedly rather undisciplined morass, Pensive. I especially like

Your ideas make something in me
Scream.

Oh thanks for the encouraging post. I might post it in the general poetry section too.


You look me in the eyes
what do you see?
My eyes are green, but when I see you, they turn steaming red
like flames

Look what you did to me
Look a little closer
You played me like a fool

Look at me
I hate that I love you that it hurts
Look at me again,
A little closer


What do you see?
My eyes turning red,
Why?
Because I hate to love you.

That makes me feel sad. :( Good poem!

[blp]

Oh thanks for the encouraging post. I might post it in the general poetry section too.


Yes, I would. But maybe you could also try whittling it down a bit, pulling out the more conversational stuff and seeing if you could make a piece out of the stronger lines.

[lucidnightmares]

i don`t know if it counts as angry, but it`s about as mad i ever got, so i guess we can pretend


WHY?!
why are you so much better than me?
this thing called god created us equally
so how can you stand there saying "no"
i placed my heart into one sentence
and you stole it
you didn`t even give me the satisfaction of watching you break it
you hid away my only heart
locked it in a cage to rot
and now in my dreams, i see you there
a tear falling from your empty eye
and i wake in sweat, cursing under my breathe
why can`t i just forget you!?!
tell my why if your so much better than me!
but you don`t know, you`ll never understand
the pain i hold inside is yours to command
you could make my day, or snuff out my soul
and i guess you chose the latter
they allways do
and i want to hurt you, make you feel
but that heart you hid away restrains me
these cold shackles i just can`t feel
allways there, never noticed
just like myself i suppose

[zanna]

wow, these poems are really good, guys! I don't have an angry poem so much as some angry prose, but maybe I'll find a more appropriate place to post it. It's already in my outside blog, lol.

Keep up the good work, all. Maybe we should make an angry-poem collection. :)

[dramasnot6]

Death was a given,
you ripped up my heart,
I had to do something.

[asilef73]

i am so tired
of this game we play
these casual comments
that squeeze my heart
and your bitter tone
which causes me to bleed
in silence

do you care for me at all?
at all?

[Niamh]

a curse for the fraudster!

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Heres a little poem i wrote last year for the person who got my card details!

Investigations on its way,
I hope you have somethings to say!
I dont think it right what you do,
but dont you worry i've spotted you!
I hope someone catches you at work,
and locks you up you stupid jerk!

[Pendragon]

Excuse me, Sir, you crusty old fart,
But I don't like being bumped by your shopping cart!
I know that the line is long and slow moving,
But what the devil do you think you're doing?
I was in line first and I'm doing my best;
Will you lay off of it you annoying pest!?
You think me rude? What a cold coencidence!
I think you could give lessons in what rude is!
Here, go on ahead and bother someone else!
I think I'll stick my stuff back on the shelf!

(Could be any store in town...)

[dramasnot6]

That was wonderful,Pen! I sympathise.

[asilef73]

i knew you had a
mean streak
i just did not guess its
width
and breadth.
button pusher!
string puller!
i was mistaken.
we were never
friends.

[PrinceMyshkin]

i knew you had a
mean streak
i just did not guess its
width
and breadth.
button pusher!
string puller!
i was mistaken.
we were never
friends.

Some son or daughter of a female dog has got one big nasty surprise in store for him or her, from me! Granted, I know you only from our PMs and that whole kind, moderate, deeply empathetic sweet and tender person I've come to know by that means might be all just an act, right?

[asilef73]

Some son or daughter of a female dog has got one big nasty surprise in store for him or her, from me! Granted, I know you only from our PMs and that whole kind, moderate, deeply empathetic sweet and tender person I've come to know by that means might be all just an act, right?

lol nah, Jer it's not an act although there are times i wish i were as jaded as i sometimes pretend to be. us sensitive saps tend to get our feelings hurt pretty easily. your protectiveness is extraordinarily sweet. true friends are hard to come by and i'm glad i have you for one.

[PrinceMyshkin]

lol nah, Jer it's not an act although there are times i wish i were as jaded as i sometimes pretend to be. us sensitive saps tend to get our feelings hurt pretty easily. your protectiveness is extraordinarily sweet. true friends are hard to come by and i'm glad i have you for one.

Pity the people who've never experienced being in love without the need or expectation of sex!

[_Shannon_]

Here's an angry poem I wrote a while back- It's pretty crapola, but there aren't many angry poems. Usually when I am in turmoil I can't write much:

And I am back to being the queen
of nothingness
How many ways can you say
(of course all left unsaid)
that you're not going to give me
what I want
And so I make love to the night
in nothingness
cigarette and pen in hand
to readjust to the mundane
of the goodnight kiss
with no meaning
And I know there was distance today
but nothingness
was the claim you made about my intuition
When you could have wrapped me up
any moment
and declared, "You!
You are breath, too...."
And so I am left to withdrawl
into nothingness
where I have lived for so long.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Re #43: Way to go, Dude(tte)!

But women aren't the only ones who've been effed over! (Posted this once before, I think. Apologies)



Take your vibrator and your husband,
hot summer lust, eyes
of a depraved child, and--

Have you looked at your tickets,
for Chrissake? They're marked
"Disorder" and "Misrule." Punch
and counterpunch
will seal you on that train

to nowhere. In the dining-car
they're serving pure poison
at outrageous prices,
and you're first in line.

Slope-necked for punishment and with
your lovely large lips
a little bit parted,
you heard them murmuring in the bar:

"Lunch? it's real poison!"
and you just had to be the first in line.

[_Shannon_]

This is angry-esque:

The Way You Look At Me Now

I am only just a mother
with child
trying to kep down her breakfast.
No longer am I alluring
but another being to care for;
a responsibility
to make sure she's alright.
And when we spoke on the phone
we were back to being
like strangers
who happen to share the same life
A life that I don't want
in which I have no identity except
as mother
trying to keep down her breakfast.

[blp]

I've already agreed to a load of different things
that mean my life won't be what I wanted
First I don't get to go back to there
Then I don't get to go to a place that's like there, but here
Then you take me to a place not like there, but OK
Then you put me on the wrong bus and I end up
at some other place that's clearly not nice
and after the mistake is cleared up
and I go to the nice (but not there) place
you find a flat nearer the not nice place
and I have to go there. It's almost as if
you were looking around for the worst possible outcome
So I'd completely give up saying what I wanted.
And that's what I've done.

[firefangled]

I've already agreed to a load of different things
that mean my life won't be what I wanted
First I don't get to go back to there
Then I don't get to go to a place that's like there, but here
Then you take me to a place not like there, but OK
Then you put me on the wrong bus and I end up
at some other place that's clearly not nice
and after the mistake is cleared up
and I go to the nice (but not there) place
you find a flat nearer the not nice place
and I have to go there. It's almost as if
you were looking around for the worst possible outcome
So I'd completely give up saying what I wanted.
And that's what I've done.

I have to spend more time around these here parts...this is funny wherever it is and whatever you've done.

[blp]

I have to spend more time around these here parts...this is funny wherever it is and whatever you've done.

Thanks. It was pretty dashed off really and I'm still not sure about it, but I am finding dashing things off good in general and these bits of the forum conducive to it.

[FearTheWorld]

He said she was on fire
What a ****ing lier
I'll kill that fagget
Punch his face into a magget
He lied
All the grown men cried
A bunch of LIES!
They are worse then flies
Slay them all
Throw them through the door
Smush them into the floor
Until they are no more
But why would he?
Could it be?
No never
I'LL KILL HIM WITH THY FEATHER
Thy ink and quill
Is more powerful then any amount off bill
My Quill
Is what i shall use to kill
Destroy his name
Its now my game
I don't care about fame
Fame is lame
It clouds the mind
People become less kind
Steeling...
Give's me this feeling
I lift my head to the ceiling
He will pay
For every day
He stole my work
Still giving me that evil smirk
Her hugs and kisses
Are full of blisses
But now she's gone
No longer on my front lawn
Now i mourn
I feel so torn
Ripped inside
Knowing now she'll never be mine
I can't cry
I'd rather die
Can't you see through this lie?
Can you feel my pain
It drives me insane
This fear
Has never made things so clear to me
It leaks to me
Speaks to me
Now i know what i have to do
I have found the clue
When will i make this due?
Opening and Closing
While haunting my dreams
This dream can no longer be reality
Its insanity


I might have used to much anger lol

[NickLinsky]

Here

I'm here.

You don't know what I went through to get here.
I left home two hours ago to get here.
I woke at 4 in the morning to get here.

But I'm here.

You see we had an agreement.
I would be here
And the plane would be here.
Not in 90 minutes.
Not at another gate.
Here, now, you see it even says on my ticket

Not that you care, not that it matters what I went through, what I think, what I say, what I do.
If I'm here I can just sit here and be happy you're even bothering to send the plane at all,
Be happy you haven't closed shop and run away with my $400 and my checked bags.
I can just be happy you even bother to acknowledge my pitiful existence.

But I'm here.

[Oniw17]

Why would you do such stupid stuff
You are one who I used to trust
Bruising the fun, you coup'ed the love
Crack is a drug that you should lust
Only to be a stooge or dunce
You stole from me, I proved it once
I let that go for who you was
-Er who you were, what you've become
Is nothing more than glutton scum
I face the war, exuberant
I move faster than you could run
If you're surprised, then you are dumb
Since on the rise is Thor succumbed
To snake poison, the ward is done
In other words, if through the gun
The threat will leave as prudence numbs
Even though the score's 0-1
Heathens know the lord o' rum
No hard feelings if more don't come

[Bakiryu]

(I know this poem sucks but I'm so angry right now I don't care)

Paco P.

my self is my hatred
My anger and disgust
My misery and my blood
And you are the hated
The prey, enemy, shaitan
I hope the alcohol destroys your liver
and I can watch you die in pain
My joy
Because my anger is my self
From now and ever
I hate you, i would kill you
See, this is what you have made of me
I dream of the flesh, slowly peeling away
And showing what lies beneath
The sickening rot of your mind
The smell of alcohol
I wait for your death
And at the thought of it smile
You bastard!

[opheliac]

A Fatal Encounter

Write your memoir in blood,
my Lucifer, now full of rage
driving a knife through my heart,
once raw and green
with fresh love in spring.
The time has come
and I am no longer afraid to
leave behind the garden of delight
where the fruit has decayed
and my old dreams
have been well and truly lost.

[Adolescent09]

Apoplexy

Something called Providence built this sole
Something called Progenitor gave it a home,
Something called innocence got locked in time
Something called Apoplexy was birthed in mind.

I took it out on Providence
He took away my Progenitor
Innocence is still lost in time
Apoplexy is still in my mind.

[zanna]

You know, this can't keep happening.
First, there aren't any openings,
then, you want me back, right away --
in fact, maybe yesterday!
I would have said, "Just wait right here!"
But there is that fear
of having no money,
and so I relent, reluctantly.
Graveyard, you say, that's the only shift
well, odd hours aren't fun, but I'll make the best.
And now today, for about the fifth time
you say there's no work -- the night is mine.
What happened to giving me a call?
I could have stayed in, or gone out, after all!
All of this funny business just isn't cool
It's starting to make me wish I was back in school.

[Silven]

Smashing bashing riot squad
wont shut down this livid bunch
we want's what's our, we want's it now
Your will, will 'gainst us crunch

Slaving slogging working force
is what you need 'survive
We want's our hours, we wants our pay
'else company will demise

[learntodiscover]

Smashing bashing riot squad
wont shut down this livid bunch
we want's what's our, we want's it now
Your will, will 'gainst us crunch

Slaving slogging working force
is what you need 'survive
We want's our hours, we wants our pay
'else company will demise

All I have is an image of gollum.....

[wilbur lim]

You professional,
Had surpassed me of my knowledge
And stupendously,
You taunted me devoid of my acknowledge.

You are my adversary,
For how dare you made me solitary,
So you perceived I am amateurish?!
You are indeed my adversary!

[ntropyincarnate]

[b]Keep Talking[/i]

Just keep talking,
then you won't have to hear
what i say,
so trivial.

Just talk louder,
then you won't have to hear
my voice,
so distasteful.

Just keep making
white noise that blurs together
so i can't think,
and make me weak.

Just ignore me,
and soon i will become
invisible-
the ghost you made me.

[Cellar Door]

I had to I needed to I turned to see you one last time one last goodbye-
I was only human after all;
my husband was godlike my husband did not turn but how could he leave you behind without even saying goodbye-
now you are etched in my mind as my features are etched on my face;
one last glimpse of you-
but I loved you I loved your sinfulness, I could forgive;
but god could not-
especially after everything even god's decree but I had to see you one last time I had to say goodbye;
my husband the pious my husband the stoic did not even turn-
for me

[thegitksan]

I stride around my town with stomping tread,
my morning light reduced to angry dark.
At 9 AM I barely see the park.
I mumble as I break my lover's bread.

And yet it started glorious and sunny,
no hint of doom as I went out to buy
my lover's favourite loaf, a crusty rye,
some butter, eggs, and lots of drizzly honey.

The smell of bread's forever mixed up with:
the scent of she-who-left-my-blue-striped-bed,
and stumbling-words-she-never-should-have-said.
My crazy, happy world's a sudden myth.

And though I thought my love would never go
I growl, I should have chosen sourdough!

[thegitksan]

Interesting rhyme scheme you've got there: ABBA CDDC EAAE FF. That's not a traditional Shakespearean schema, right? The volta is a bit weak - I can't tell if it's at line 9 or at line 12. Have you tried re-organizing the verses to create a more substantial volta?

The trochees on lines 5 and 8 work, though you've got to be careful with altering the form too far. But here, I think they work.

I like the hyphenated lines. They suggest the kind of run-on phrasing one hears at times, as in, "she-who-must-be-obeyed".

Good effort. Will you be revising it?

[thegitksan]

Hey Gitksan Guy, no worries if no-one replies to your obviously fun poem. It's a complex place here, nobody can be everywhere at once.

Meanwhile, take heart. Your new kitten is savagely destroying all the fuzzy animals in the mobile. If this thread is too old, simply re-submit in a couple of weeks, but not to ancient contests no-one's reading anyway. :)

Go kitten, go! You're every bit as important as the recognition your master craves... Let's see some fluffy stuffing hit the floor.

[blp]

Hey Gitksan Guy, no worries if no-one replies to your obviously fun poem. It's a complex place here, nobody can be everywhere at once.


People don't generally give much feedback in these bits of the forum, thegitksan.

[Silas Thorne]

I put this in its own thread before, but didn't see the angry poem thread until now.


The sun, savage on my eyes, reflects the heat. Burning away my peace...

There were once crops there, in that land.
But now the people, scounging for food, fading away with sickness and hunger
have long since bled the land dry.
For you have bled the people dry.
You and your fat hyenas laugh,
while babies, eyes bulging in swollen faces
stare at the sky in shallow graves.

Your two hands crush the land. Their grip will not loosen.
Can you not see the peoples' blood, seeping through the cracks of your white house?
Can you not see the price of your kingship?

The bread basket is broken.
The bread basket is broken.

I've made your coffin for you,
and I hope you sleep in it soon.

[firefangled]

something like air,
you pretending to be
in the dark,
also fearless,
yet afraid…
your other face pinned
in your eyes,
butterflies displayed,
once were jitterbugs…

thinking you, with your gun
of words,
could win the war…
believing the moon
owned its pale, mottled light,
and life, persistent as weeds,
cared little where it grew…
gone from a pink house,
gray at last.

[Silas Thorne]

Wonderful, firefangled. :)
I need to read it more, but to me you made the words count, crisp and sparking in their cage of form.

[Riesa]

Lest Old Acquaintance Be Forgot

He would be perfectly content
To make a cocktail with your broken life,
squeeze your tears in his gigantic fist
Stir in something clever;
He would make you drunk,
And you’d let loose
That hideous guffaw
That froze my glance upwards
in terrified prayer:
‘this isn’t it, is it?’

My ability to subdue repulsion
out of misplaced admiration
Is a questionable talent at best.

What a pair you made,
The way you braced yourselves
Against looks from beneath
blackened eyelashes,
Like book-ends holding up
Volumes of his philosophy and your history.
You’ve built entire cities behind them,
and I thought I had stopped trying to see over.
Yet lately, it has occurred to me,
in the unkind way the past slinks past the present,
I can still hear you laugh.

[jon1jt]

big lips, doll-like faces,
neon lights, big round a sses
I'm the only one scanning the
bargain CD section.
There's big black girl
leaning into boyfriend saying loudly,
"We know we goin to the Biggie movie,
and you know you Mr. Bad to-night,
yeeeahr."
And the boyfriend's smiling, he wants
this to last forever, until they're
interrupted by the white guy (me)
carrying out a used Proud Simon
CD and says,

Fie on you!
fie on you!

They didn't get it,
and you don't get it (admit it),
so fie on you! fie on
you! I say

:p

[ASHERA]

your fear filled fists
love leaving pain
across my face

i dream
of death
finding
you

[jon1jt]

your fear filled fists
love leaving pain
across my face

i dream
of death
finding
you

nice!

[JacobF]

molten eyes swollen with rage
curled fingers rattling the cage
i shake the world and cities crumble
they all die as i mumble,

"you thought you were the ones,
you thought you were chosen,
kind, compassionate, loving, caring
sickly beasts"

i never knew this rage before
that day it broke right through the door
hooded and armed, it killed my family
fingers snapped and ensued calamity

rampaging through the golden streets
realized that rage is much like me
we sat down to a blood breakfast
rage caressed his ruby necklace

"this job is yours now, you see,
you will carry on my legacy"
and rage left my place that morning,
i took his job and now i'm scorning

the cell where i am poked and prodded
yet rage is still here, he hasn't parted
the necklace still molds my skin
this must be what they call sin


By the way, I liked yours Ashera. It was eerie in its simplicity.

[Silas Thorne]

...Those words sprang out
Like bubbled laughter with no place to burst

When walking did we ask for you?

Racing back to eat our souvlaki
Selfishly you mocked our footfalls
With murmurings.

We have no pencil, thieving ghost!

Your precious tale tongue
bleeding and drying,
drifting into silence.
And only we scream.

[firefangled]

Love in apogee seems less brilliant
than the reasons for loving, but the pale
girl with her arms reaching out to you
in the deepening night is near. Remember
the brief tide pools—she is there still,
her fragile and alabaster arm in water,
the sightless stars she chose to reach
waiting in the sand for her sightless fingers.

[blp]

Stop saying that. I'm not doing anything on purpose and
certainly not for the sake of being perverse.
It was just this: I got
excited suddenly
about nothing that I could identify. It's so silly.
A junk pile. A smear of dirt. Some torn
bit of paper on the street next to Why did you...?
What was on your mind when.... ? No, it's not...
That isn't it. Stop trying to get some little

chuckle of recognition out of this, it's.... really, I
mean it. Don't do that, you're irritating me and I will
hit you.
I will. This is not
about how cheaply we can nod at one another. There is

something things I suppose


6% proof chemical beer and skunk for that if you want it,
Sir, Ma'am.

You want to pretend that this pickled half-life approach of yours
is some joke, just what everybody does to




humorously fallible, the little foibles we all....

You're weird. Weird, but you damp it down. Privileged, but you use it just
for sentimental melancholy.

[Delta40]

Childhood memory

In the hallway on my knees
heart a beating
Did I say please?

waiting for the light to come
feeling in myself
the excited hum

You told me I had to do
these things which I also knew
whisper to me again
so I can recall their name

I can feel your hot tremor
in the hallway dark
I can still remember
where you left your mark

My knees are still sore
from so long ago
I'm rubbing them for
a time when you know

I will open my eyes
as well as my mouth
and reveal all your lies
and let it all out

[~Sophia~]

Delta...I felt that. I wrote this one a couple of years ago but, I'm still angry...lol

HALLMARK DAYS

Some childhood memories

should just be left at the curb

along with the rest of the trash.

Rancid, like a carton of milk

with a picture of a

missing kid on the side

and a 40 year old

Best Before date.


I always thought

Hall missed the Mark.



Mom…

this Mother’s Day 

I just wanted to say

sorry I ruined your life

on the day I was born.



Dad…


It’s Father’s Day
and
I want you to know,

the warm feeling of
your
strong hands
around my throat

stayed with me.

[Chava]

It's an empty shell, in winter
The elusive grasp of the cold
leaving shredded leaves
upon the grass
and tufts that stick up from the snow

Rivullets keep falling down
storming towards the branches
dancing a mad Tango
Encroaching dark fingers
that pull at the winter glow

And what a place is this
a lively garden
burdened by the snow
that turns to slosh and mush
before I get a chance to throw.

[a_little_wisp]

Posted this one in my first thread, but not independently.

Adienna's Song.

Wait for me when winter's passed
As earth lifts her white veil -
And underneath, her verdant blush
Blooms o'er her visage pale.

And I, in spring, will wait for you
Though off to wed am I -
Remember love like ours can last
Beyond a flesh-bound tie.

"Here am I, adorned in chains,
With every hook and frill aligned,
My hollow vow rings 'round the altar
His fingers twine in mine -
I'm praying now, through wedding songs,
My wish will speed it's way to you -
To you, my love, my only love,
To whom my hopeful heart belongs..."

Wait for me as summer flies
And heat clouds sense from sight-
The rain that springtime brought last month
Did naught to ease my plight.

I plan to leave the one who forged
The bindings 'round my skin-
The wedding vow that holds me here
And tempts my soul to sin.

"Here am I, adorned for blood,
With desperation besting time -
My once proud heart is craven now
And tempts me to a crime-
Hoping that, in time, will fade
My shame to murder in love’s name -
For us, my love, my only love
I stain the steel of virtue’s blade ."


Alone am I, the curtain drops,
The game is up and played -
And you whom I had played it for
Has left our love to fade.

My sword has thrashed down every foe,
All those who held my key,
And now I've chained myself to fate-
My sins imprison me.

"Here am I, adorned for Hell,
With crown and kingdom at my feet,
And here I walk the road I've paved
To Judgment's weary street -
Should mercy come from Satan's mirth
And not from heaven’s light-
Your steps, my love, forever, love,
I’ll haunt upon this earth."

Wait for me when autumn's gold
When the earth has cast her chill,
And spirits walk upon her -
I'll be waiting for you still.

And I, so true, will search for you
Though long past dead am I -
Remember loves like ours can last
Beyond a flesh-bound tie.

[PrinceMyshkin]

After what was your characteristically strong imagistic opening I thought these verses were a bit like, well, broccoli:


Mom…

this Mother’s Day 

I just wanted to say

sorry I ruined your life

on the day I was born.



Dad…


It’s Father’s Day
and
I want you to know,

the warm feeling of
your
strong hands
around my throat

stayed with me.

I understand they're meant as parodies of Hallmark treacle, but they were just too, I don't know, blatant?

[PrinceMyshkin]

Take your vibrator and your husband,
hot summer lust, eyes
of a depraved child, and--

Have you looked at your tickets,
for Chrissake? They're marked
"Disorder" and "Misrule." Punch
and counterpunch
will seal you on that train

to nowhere. In the dining-car
they're serving pure poison
at outrageous prices,
and you're first in line.

Slope-necked for punishment and with
your lovely large lips
a little bit parted,
you heard them murmuring in the bar:

"Lunch? it's real poison!"
and you just had to be the first in line.

[~Sophia~]

A
I understand they're meant as parodies of Hallmark treacle, but they were just too, I don't know, blatant?

Kind of like broccoli, Hallmark and child abuse. Thanks for commenting Prince! I always treasure your point of view.

By the way, were you angry when you wrote First In Line? :lol:

[PrinceMyshkin]

Kind of like broccoli, Hallmark and child abuse. Thanks for commenting Prince! I always treasure your point of view.

By the way, were you angry when you wrote First In Line? :lol:

You don't miss much, do you? What was the giveaway: the vibrator? the husband?

[Delta40]

The vibrator coupled with the husband

[Silas Thorne]

:lol: You shock us all with your saucy word-turnings, delta.

[~Sophia~]

Now see, I was going to say it was the broccoli in his teeth and, the thread title. I NEVER use those naughty words like, husband. LOL

[Delta40]

One gets a sense that the vibrator had meanings attached. It goes without saying the symbolism of the husband. A betrayal has occurred here. Something precious has been ripped from him. For everything the husband represents and the vibrator incites, this strikes me as an angry line.

[weltanschauung]

http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c224/facist_jockitch/she/angrypoem.jpg

yeah.

[blp]

After what was your characteristically strong imagistic opening I thought these verses were a bit like, well, broccoli:



I understand they're meant as parodies of Hallmark treacle, but they were just too, I don't know, blatant?

Worked for me. 'Course broccoli is my favourite vegetable.

[Joy Kirt]

HUSH, DON’T MAKE A SOUND


She lay in your strong arms
Trusting and innocent
You drowned her and killed her
Her cries feeble but
Her struggle to live persistent
Naked and defenseless
Punished by you for being
What she had not chosen to be-- A girl
Unwanted, unwelcome
The Mother of Man, deserved to die
So was killed in the womb
By her sons, Cowards all.
Sons of slavish mothers
In drunken stupor
Bought and sold
At will and whim
Some tossed in the ocean and in the seas
Drifting on to unknown shores
Chasing some drunken dream.
Hush, don’t make a sound
Here lies the sleeping Indian giant
Don’t make a sound
For if the giant wakes
It will be the Judgment Day
And all hell will break loose.

[mmaria]

No, I am not angry with you
I just want you to stop bothering me
This is not poetical
Because you are so nasty
That you could never be an inspiration
Not even
For an angry poem

[Riesa]

the lyrics of clouds.

[kevinthediltz]

The tension is building constantly
confusion, growing peacefully,
magneticaly held by a single strand
outrage ruling in this puritanic wasteland

hate and fear driving the clockwork of a broken soul
eating away at the flesh of the innocent
madness skimming the outskirts of his mind
Hate will break him
Hate will conquer his soul

[Raz100percent]

I turn my rage into those words.
DEATH to Liars Liars! FRAK YOU!
We live in fake and horrible world.
We are mislead by Liars Liars.
Liars Liars why cant you tell Truth?!
But I know the Truth.
I felt sorry for people who believe Liars Liars.
I want to shout and tell truth to the world!
But I cant. my life will be in danger.
Believe your eyes and see!
Liars Liars tell what you saw.
Believe your ears and listen!
Liars Liars tell what u heard.
Don't believe Liars Liars!
Believe in yourself!
We are not robots!
We are human beings!
Liars Liars will do everything in their power to hide the Truth from us.
Truth shall reveal!



R@Z
P.S. I'm not good at writing or poem. But it came out from my feelings.

[Marmelodov]

Not sure if it's angry, but I was angry when i wrote it.

Colonized

In a bed of thorns I lay each night
forever in eternal solitude's fight,
alone in the very shadows I've cast,
surrounded by the very walls I've raised.

To suffer in a room devoid of an
audience that gives cheer or praise
it is akin to suffering needlessly.
For who will ever hear of it.

The worlds cruelty arrests my eyes,
A gift of sight that would leave me blind.
In death I fear it will all be left undone
and the roads we've mapped left overrun

In the depths their minds are still fermenting
like so many dark jungles rich and ripe
with promise to be charted and pocked
with the scars of some vile colonization.

The civil conquerors will come again
to steal away with the treasure you keep within.
Of all creations that we have brought to life
There's nothing as vile as this merciless time.

[Sapphire]

I will not leave
not you, not him
how can you ask
YOU
who caused
no repent
big enough

you should leave
not I
or stay
and suffer

I could not care less
I still care.

Does anybody ever heard the words "You're not making sense" 'I am angry, making sense gets in the way'?! I think I heard it on NewsRadio. When I am angry, I can not find the words. My mind goes into staccato mode... Complete sentences become impossible.

[Embryo]

You leave a ****ing stain.

Everybody clear the room,
watch me suck my thumb,
and as I crawl back to my womb,
slowly beat a drum.
I can only hang my head.

How dare you covet my grain?

It'll all turn out the same.
I'm inside out.
I'll gladly take a name,
if you like that kind of bout,
a loud abhorrent squeal from a dainty boar snout.

Now you're well fed.

Throw a ****ing fit in the rain,
your vigor wont last.
My eyes are ****ing slits,
and the sky is overcast.
I could keep a secret from the lights of day,
but there's a m*th*r****ing egotist bathing in the sun.
I could never talk my mouth off with nothing to say.
It Looks like you're the only one.

Sorry.

[BienvenuJDC]

Why should I be told
To write a poem here
Like I am five years old
Without a BIT of cheer

This STUPID mess of words
That I am urged to write
Like silly flapping birds
They take away in flight

The choppy sentences
I throw upon the page
A parameter of fences
That hedges all my RAGE

I do not write in prose
But poetry is made
This method that YOU chose
Shall be my serenade.

[prendrelemick]

You think I give a damn!
Stamp stamp stamp stamp SLAM!

[breathtest]

On my way over i thought of all the things that disgust me
I came up with a long list but i will not read it to you
It took up many lines, many pages, a lot of ink
A lot of time, and a hell of a lot of experience, but f*** it
You are not gonna hear it, because you are on it.

[Monamy]

Stop it

Stop being so selfish

Love? I gave you everything I've got,
I left none for me,
and you took everything without a second thought,
leaving none for me.

Care? Who said I didn't care?
Who was boiling with anger
when you were not there?
Alas, none of this matter...

Freedom? Baby, I don't know what to say,
you come and go through the door, not even a 'hey'!
I just cried silently inside, my hearts could only pray.
No more! As my heart and brain have only one word: SLAY!

Peace?! There is no 'PEACE' left, can't you tell?
You created this beast, I'm you're Nightmare!

[qimissung]

Not sure if it's angry, but I was angry when i wrote it.

Colonized

In a bed of thorns I lay each night
forever in eternal solitude's fight,
alone in the very shadows I've cast,
surrounded by the very walls I've raised.

To suffer in a room devoid of an
audience that gives cheer or praise
it is akin to suffering needlessly.
For who will ever hear of it.

The worlds cruelty arrests my eyes,
A gift of sight that would leave me blind.
In death I fear it will all be left undone
and the roads we've mapped left overrun

In the depths their minds are still fermenting
like so many dark jungles rich and ripe
with promise to be charted and pocked
with the scars of some vile colonization.

The civil conquerors will come again
to steal away with the treasure you keep within.
Of all creations that we have brought to life
There's nothing as vile as this merciless time.


This is wonderful! Great imagery and metaphor!

[blank|verse]

(I've posted this under 'Personal Poems', but thought it was apt here as well. Breathe in as deeply as a free-diver... then begin.)

THE RANT!

I stand in the street as the world whips around
And a phalanx of faces that stare at the ground
All flash past without even so much as a glance
Too wrapped up with themselves in a fearful trance

And they’re only concerned about how they appear
Just as long as they’re busy they’ll be in the clear
From the voices that question the reason they live
So they’ll keep taking more from the world than they give.

But if I’m here that means that I’m part of the game
And I wonder how many are thinking the same
And how many enjoy being part of the race
And if anyone feels that we live at pace

And a speed that seems totally out of control
And if given the chance would they just stop it all
Because I would. I mean it, I’ve just had enough
Of being bombarded with rubbish and stuff

That we don’t really want and we really don’t need
And are made in a death-house by angels that bleed
And whose childhoods are stolen from under their feet
Just to feed the fat businessman’s need to compete

And the fat-headed couples whose fat-headed kids
Will ensure that we live in a world that forbids
All intelligence, beauty and people who care
About life on this planet, the water, the air

We all breathe, as the temperature’s starting to rise
And the sea-levels too, but who’s bothered who dies?
And the newspaper headlines are full of the lies
Of the climate change sceptic who pockets the prize

From the fat-headed businessman’s fat-headed mate
Who is sucking the blood from the earth just to make
A quick profit from people who don’t have a choice
As the capitalist gags the alternative voice.

But if I’m here that means that I’m part of the game
And the car that I’m driving pollutes just the same
And the petrol I’m buying is funding a war
That was started by governments flouting the law

And inventing a spurious case for attack
Carried out against countries that cannot fight back
Which is spawning the next generation of hate
Who’ll be blowing up buses for martyrdom’s sake

But as long as there’s burgers and fries and fast cars
And pictures of girls in bikinis and bras
And vacuous vapid celebrity stars
And bone-crushing morons to prop up the bars
Then there’s no chance we’ll ever see anything change:
The asylum will still be run by the deranged.

In a world that seems totally out of control
If you’re given the chance would you just stop it all?
Because I would.

[dara.cv]

Last verse fell out of scheme.

he has left a hole where my heart was
he has left a bruise that will never heal
now i struggle forsaken
to make those bruises real

i want to choke away the anger
i want my soul to feel the pain
dont give me any mercy
i would due onto you the same

he has left only a sense of maddening
he has left only a sense of despair
but i rather this cruel numbness-
then to be left broken beyond repair

i want to feel a sense of danger
i want my will to be crippled lame
dont stop when i cry out
no tears will make this heart tame

i have no emotion outside these passions
no more love when speaking his name
and soon, these brutal re-enactments
will desensitize to be made plain

There is no gentle caress to free me
The last whim of it has thus died
i rather these eternal abuses
than once, love proven to be a lie

and my intent is not to hurt you
for my vengeance is only to see
the anger in someone else's eyes
the anger that lies inside of me