|Best Poems About / On ANGER
She sat looking at me,
Not listening to a word.
Every time we talked, she
Said my opinion was absurd
You should have seen my face;
The anger I showed was a disgrace.
For years, I have lived with such anger,
Gnawing anger, the kind that lingers
Like roadkill. To be sure, I am not stranger
To rage. Its long bony fingers
Have touched my heart many times,
Urging me to commit heinous crimes.
But to blame anyone for my rage is unjust.
No one is responsible for my fury,
Though I may think so, my eyesight is simply blurry
Anger is seeking a new slave;
As for me, Id rather be brave,
Before anger puts me deep down in a grave.
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Anger (This is not directed at anyone)
You want to know what anger is?
I tell you, you do not!
For it is a feeling that extinguishes all life,
Destruction and rage is what it has in store for you,
Your soul will be tortured at every last minute,
You waste, with anger's villainy.
Anger swears to muderously end all existence,
And it will threaten everyone and everything,
I tell you now...not to fall into it's cunning trap,
For anger can be devious at times.
And if you fall into it, get out quickly,
For every second in there is a second lost to it's wrath,
Be sure to avoid it poet,
Do not be tempted to serve anger.
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Phobia of Me
bouncing around inside my head
trying to escape this feeling
the feeling of anger and fear
so intense my mind is reeling
break free soon or end up brain dead
voices say what no one else hears
anger at myself for not knowing
anger at the world for not caring
i used to be happy and care free
now i can feel the anger growing
taking control, its over bearing
stress builds up as i try to leave me
fear of losing you overwhelms
i cant take the intensity
it hurts to think, let alone straight
i cant stop, my own private hell
worrying over you and me
fear destroys as i sit and wait
anger and fear eats away at me
making it hard to breathe
and concentrate on livng normally
as i try to hide my phobia of me
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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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