Anger Poems
Lepanto
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard;
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips;
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross.
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Things I'd like to scream at you
by J W
I’d like to say that you make me angry,
You’re selfish and use people for your ends,
You’re not as smart as you think and, frankly,
I can’t understand how you still have friends.
I’d like to say that you were never there,
When I reached out to say I was in need.
But when you needed someone who would care
At two in the morning you would call me.
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Blessing The Cornfields
by Henry Wadswor Longfellow
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha,
Of the happy days that followed,
In the land of the Ojibways,
In the pleasant land and peaceful!
Sing the mysteries of Mondamin,
Sing the Blessing of the Cornfields!
Buried was the bloody hatchet,
Buried was the dreadful war-club,
Buried were all warlike weapons,
And the war-cry was forgotten.
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The Iliad: Book 1
by Homer
Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought
countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send
hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs
and vultures, for so were the counsels of Jove fulfilled from the
day on which the son of Atreus, king of men, and great Achilles, first
fell out with one another.
And which of the gods was it that set them on to quarrel? It was the
son of Jove and Leto; for he was angry with the king and sent a
pestilence upon the host to plague the people, because the son of
Atreus had dishonoured Chryses his priest. Now Chryses had come to the
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The Female Of The Species
by Rudyard Kipling
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
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Things I'd like to scream at you
by J W
I’d like to say that you make me angry,
You’re selfish and use people for your ends,
You’re not as smart as you think and, frankly,
I can’t understand how you still have friends.
I’d like to say that you were never there,
When I reached out to say I was in need.
But when you needed someone who would care
At two in the morning you would call me.
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Victim
by Camron Thompson
Let your hands come off the throat of your victim
I am no longer what you define myself as
Scars remain, but the knowledge of their purpose
Blades are dropped, and tears are dried
Plant the seed, water such with my tears
Strength and will grows as the light ever dims
Chains breaking as I will forever shatter you
Not am I to be made another of your victims
So many young minds and age wisdom left behind
Repair the mirror with gauze and bandages
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Catastrophe
by Pooja Ganesh
I was only standing,
watching for the ball,
I was playing safe.
yet, she hurtled towards me,
her body moving out of control,
Bang! and a clac!
I was suddenly a rolling Neymar,
Panic rose,
Nausea and dizziness,
All the impending consequences
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Mater of My Mind
by Richie Kharis
A devil in an angel?
A bold voice in my cabin
so clear, like the sound of the ocean.
Yet unstill, like a wave in motion
She told me I needed to hurl before the clouds turned white,
I needed to retaliate by forcing blood from their mouth
She told me about my weakness; I heard my soft heart crying
She reminded me that procrastination weakens every action
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Flame
by baby panda
all the anger, bottled up
and blood strumming in my ears
a resounding snap
sends sanity burning out of my mind
this bone deep apathy
carved into my soul
all this pain i cant handle
the anger, nowhere to go
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