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  • joey_lee 2w

    This site allows me the freedom of posting the poetry that I really need to get out. The poetry that defines my soul. The words my family and friends wouldn't understand, or that I just cannot share with them. Sometimes strangers are better. And for that I say thank you.

    #angry #lettingitout #rage #hatred

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    My hatred for Logan

    I know you don't like me
    I don't like you either
    but that's fine.
    You are after all
    not worthy of my time
    Not worth a second
    Being trapped inside my mind
    You are the scum beneath my feet
    The shit you scrape off with a stick
    And fling into the street
    You are beyond worthless to me
    Never did I invite you to my life
    Yet there you were secretly creeping
    Behind me with a knife
    Stabbing me in the back
    Like you think you owned my life
    I hope you die a painful death
    I hope you die choking on your lies
    I pray that you can taste it
    Oh god I hope that you can smell.
    I hope my hatred chains you down
    And follows you to hell.

  • pallavi4 5w


    I conceal a battlefield inside
    And angst that slowly turns into anger
    Along with the simmering bubbles of tension
    That push one over the level of danger
    An incensed infuriation inwardly resides
    Below the peaceful, placid facade I hide
    The fury and incessant irritation
    I constantly feel inside
    Tranquil and quiet, outwardly serene
    I supposedly never see raging red
    People don’t ever get to witness
    The raging tempest in my head
    The innate irate temper
    That defines who I really am
    Gets perceived as subdued submission,
    Rationality and pacific calm
    The incandescent , seething frenzy
    Turns into vexed, exasperated indignation
    The fuming ranting and raving
    Changes into resentment on provocation
    There is a monster inside my head
    That changes the course of my normality
    Within the confines of the dungeon inside me
    Rarely reflecting externally the reality of my personality


    25th of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner, “Small deep red, orange, black and grey squared abstract“ by Jean Soyer

    #wod #battlefield #metaphor #red #anger #rage #colour @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • loftydreams101 6w

    Tomorrow's Plains of Glory

    Burning on the brink of annihilation
    Of the blast
    Of calamity
    Of sweet savagery
    As the angels of denial
    Sing tolls of affection
    To delude our hot blood
    Surging forward to war
    Pushed and prodded by our gods
    Over mountainous years
    The fight has only begun
    In our pain-stricken eyes
    Our fatal stares will live
    Beyond the course of our stars
    In the cold hearts of kin
    Marching to their own plains
    Of sure destruction  

    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • inc_thoughts 6w

    entomb me in flames
    and in rage
    i'll rise from my ashes

  • theswordandtherose 8w

    Anger lies beneath my fragility
    Waiting for it to crack
    So it can slowly seep through
    To bring forth decimation

    Rage lies patiently for anger
    Waiting for its moment
    So it can fuel the fires
    And bring forth destruction

    Violence lies taunting my abyss
    Waiting for explosions
    So it can lure me downward
    To bring forth devastation


  • swopnil_karki 9w

    The toughness and the softness
    The strom that you carry and the calmness
    Don't know if it is way too much or less
    All I can say is that I feel blessed

    I wonder what did I do to deserve you
    Everything feels like too good to be true
    Never thought that even dreams had shape
    Untill I met you babe


  • greys_and_blues 15w

    'The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one's heart,
    hearts are made to be broken but that it turns one's heart to stone.'

    - Oscar Wilde


    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #left (?) #pain #rage #start #ceesreposts

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    //we sowed seeds of misery
    where pain ripened
    in the field of broken hearts//

    feverish bones, bloodshot eyes
    tangy tears and spruced up lies.
    couthy death, rancid lives.
    stifling breath, black blood
    sullied touches, catastrophic smiles
    volatile anger
    'a self-destruction'.

    flowers of love wilt
    when caressed excessively
    by the gardener.
    why did you choose to bloom in the garden of the one,
    who didn't even cared to water you?


  • bclark2681 16w


    Raging hate in bloom
    In strength and mood
    Human grudge in awe
    This our greatest flaw
    Altered ego on display
    Our time sinful overstay

  • mr_stellar 18w

    A deeply felt #poetry writing by me, after a short gap. But, I can assure you that this one is filled with #Rage. I've not written it with full-fledged anger. Rather, I just tried tap into my naturally residing rage, which is quite intense and much more meaningful; thus evident that it is higher & #Classy, than some nonsensical anger. I hope you will enjoy reading it.

    #Poem #Poems #New #Writing #Writeup #Writer #Author #Poet #Offbeat #Art #Moral #Life #Philosophy #Psychology #Mind #Musings #Book #Books #Publishing #Motivational #English #Inspirational #Classic #Freestyle #Literature #WOD #POD #TOD

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    I ain't a saint.
    Sometimes, even blood looks like a paint.
    If it's my own, it's my proud creation of art.
    If the fallen blood is anyone else's;
    then its Karma's way of playing its part.

    Rage is in-built.
    Those who can't find it,
    should incur their own guilt.
    Rage is good for right reasons.
    Wage a war for morality.

    I wage a war, diurnally.
    My rage is built, nocturnally.
    If I go out for hunting, I don't prey just one;
    I am a whatchamacallit anomaly.

    Rage is a cage.
    Catch & collect, like a sage.
    Life ain't just a single page.
    If deeds are justified, resilience has no age..

    Rage is also a finesse.
    Rage is also an orgasmic release.
    Rage like a cold-blooded creature.
    Rage is good, for and with the right reasons.
    Karma will stand by you.

    © Stellar Ram 2021

  • our_fallacy 18w


    When the trees cast their leaves into wind
    Their branches crash and collides
    Untill they could wave them bye
    They blow into the petrichor
    And got engulfed by the tempest

    The winds argue with sophism
    Contemplating to not blow with zephr
    Only filled with blasphemy
    As they spew colours of vignette

    Purple hyacinths bows in silence
    For the halcyon they lose in the blustery
    And can only look on helplessly
    For they got caught in the argument
    Between the trees and the wind

    They cannot escape it nor run
    For i am like the purple halcyon
    That got caught in their controversy


  • starkanonymous 19w

    the cost

    the trumpets of my apathy

    sound clear across the desolation

    of the battleground of my heart

    with wars waged, both - of love and rage

    and it's cost is fear and frustration

    soon the silent nightmare will start

    my life's become a notturno

    pounding the keys of deprivation

    but I would hardly call it art

    in a moments time, life will end

    mine, my dear, with no explanation

    or consolation shall I part

    I'll just fade away to the past

    a memory, an apparition

    drifting with the lost, welcoming dark

    (All Rights Reserved)

  • alexa09 19w

    use me till you content.

    keep played at me till my
    tempered explode.

    keep hurting me till i can no
    longer felt myself loving you.

    keep going till i lost my mind
    so i have the reason to pull the
    trigger and see you bleed.

    my emotions, my love,
    is no longer be you.


  • sinhamrit 20w


    Are we done yet? Or do we still hold the angst within? Like burning lava and a raging storm. We are mad and engulfed in fire, aren't we?

    Do we hate each other? The betrayal is often painful, but less than this question which hardly crosses our mind in all this hullabullo.

    We wouldn't answer. No, that would weaken the embers that are still erupting in reddish hue. Let the wind blow some more, let the woods smoke our narcotic bond. Let the forest burn down in a whirlpool of gray. We are not done yet!


  • imperfect_stylo 21w


    Her body was shivering, her body was sore!
    She screamed, she pleaded!
    She fought, she struggled!
    They asked what she wore!
    She was the princess of her parents!
    Few called her a whore!
    She had scratches, she was torn!
    She couldn't speak..
    All she was left with mourn.
    Their audacity to stand in front of her, filled her with immense rage ..
    That's when she decided..
    To write her story on a new page!!

  • ranger9 21w

    What is it that you feel?
    - Grief
    What is it that you desire?
    - Peace
    What is it that you show?
    - Rage
    What is it that you need?
    - Reassurance
    What is it that you want?
    - Truth
    What is it that you give?
    - Care
    What is it that you do?
    - Hurt

    Is any of it even real?


  • shashi666 23w


    Crawling under the deafening thunder
    of lies and cries, have broken my slumber
    you got me awake, one terrible mistake
    now run if you can while i sharpen my stake
    unspoken, unwanted, undying but true
    you cheated my love, while i held on to you
    all of my good is now used up, abused
    needed a friend but i was refused
    used me good, now its time to pay
    the hurt caused won't let you get away
    here it resurrects, just for you to see
    my damned self born out of the dying me
    shred it to pieces after i tear it apart
    I will make you watch as i rip out your heart
    carve them slowly some scars for you to keep
    they will never heal, as i will make them deep.

  • a_gentilischi 23w


    You could write them down,
    All those so-called markers of life
    Age, gender, creed and caste

    But that would be like forcing a tornado
    In to a little glass bottle

    The kind that washes over to the beach
    With a soggy note within
    It’s words changing in vibrance
    Through the passage of waves and time

    You can’t force her to a note
    When there are no words
    To define this sheen of iridescence
    As it shimmers like starlight
    Upon the rippling waves

    The four corners of an enamelled frame
    Not enough to contain her
    As she rages against the road
    That this world set her upon

    So much so
    That she doesn’t even know herself

    Whether she does it for the world...
    Whether she does it against the world...

    Or more importantly,
    Whether she does it for her.


    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay
    #miraquill #writersnetwork #writersbay
    #roads #roadc #character #force #life
    #expectations #reality #rage #power

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  • akshay_vasu 23w

    Rage and revenge sat in his heart, fanned by time and silence. Before he could realize anything, he was engulfed in flames. Everything he touched lost its existence in his life, turning him into a monster who destroys everything in daylight but cries in dark and silence.

    - Akshay Vasu

  • chrisj 23w


    Even when he smiled wholeheartedly, one could always see a relenting tinge in his eyes. What casted it, no one knew. Time and then he himself would ponder into it and all he could hear was an echo from deep within; "Its my rage, rage towards the unfairness of this world."

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 23w

    Not Happy

    I'm not happy
    I'm not happy
    I'm not happy
    Was I ever happy?
    It's mental illness,
    Being happy.
    It's not real.
    My eyes burn,
    not from tears,
    But from the salt on my hands.
    It's all fake,
    It's all a lie.
    They say they love me.
    It's all not true.
    They say they look up to me,
    It's so they can get more from me.
    No one actually likes me.
    No one.
    No one.
    No one.
    I feel so lonley,
    I know it's just a break down,
    This one feels bad.
    Very bad.
    Very bad.
    Very bad.
    I wanna break something.
    They all keep lying to me.
    They make me feel good,
    Just to take it away.
    I wanna break their fingers.
    Vision of teeth.
    Broken hair.
    This is not me.
    I don't feel this way.
    But I do.
    But I do.
    But I do.