|Best Poems About / On ANGER
Wisdom has its way
A warm summer's day at a freshly mown park
Hearing kids smile and hearing dogs bark
I sit and enjoy at a bench made of wood
I think about God and how He is so good.
A few yards away at another park bench
A couple were talking, as their fists are clenched
30 minutes full, of argument and rancor
Highlight their pain, their hurt and their anger.
I can only hear every second word
Among the anger and the sound of the birds
Among the shaking, of heads and sighs
Her shoulders now slump, she begins to cry.
He starts to weep in his anger and pain
Extends his arm around her shoulders again
The anger flairs up, another question she lends
I could see they were lovers, not merely friends.
Point by point, they work out their differences
Working hard to ensure their responsiveness
Will help them move on, their future assert
And heal all the pain, their anger and hurt.
Holding hands, they both walk away
Wisdom has proven to have its way
They work out their issues, pain and hurt
For patience has done, its perfect work.
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You can't Win a Gutter War! (second draft)
(If one becomes Evil
in order to defeat it
you step down
in the gutter
a poison tree 1
saw limbs of connection
of sour grapes
of BLT ala Merde
at fearsome scenes
Dressed to Kill
More of the Same
all dressed up with nowhere to
the self imprisoned
flaring to boil
the fires burn
Q. Why choose Anger over Fear?
(in 25 words or less)
A. 'Because it feels empowering and anger tastes better
but ANGER is ADDICTIVE
a good servant
a BAD MASTER
is to drink a cup of poison
hoping it kills
your enemy' 2
Let the the Buyer Beware
Consumers of Anger
may be consumed
by that 'enemy within'
'Shop til you Drop! '
1 William Blake
2 in the public domain
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Pain, hope, anger, Tired, fear, lost.
Pain, hope, anger.
Tired, fear, lost.
the pain within is only our own to bare
the hope is our mind playing tricks on us
the anger is finding there is no life
the tired of being pushed around
the fear of losing
Pain consumes the world
Hope is lost
anger is held high
Fear consumes our minds
Lost is all our hopes
Pain can not beat us
Hope still shines the smallest ray of light
anger is controled
lost is the feeling of emptyness
The pain wont hold us back
The hope shines the way
The anger can not harm
The fear is gone
The lost is home.
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'Listen To Thine Enemy'
Listen to thine enemy
They may have something for you to hear.
Dont get angered and eternalize
Everything that was done or heard.
When anger gets the best of you
Go to God kneel in prayer.
For only He can overcome
Any anger that still is lurking there.
Nothing good comes out of anger
This has been proven of mankind
Time and time again!
Its part of mans past and present history
However, with God, anger always loses in the end.
So listen and embrace
Any enemies you may seem to have.
Thus showing Gods love and light from within
Producing hearts of past enemies
Now forever so Godly glad.
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