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  • swopnil_karki 2d

    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 6w

    '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


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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 7w


    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 9w

    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.

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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 9w


    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 10w

    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 10w

    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 11w


    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 12w


    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 12w

    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 14w


    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 14w


    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.


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  • akshay_vasu 14w

    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 15w


    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 15w

    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.

  • vintagepneuma 15w


    I have been numb
    For months now.
    The days are passing
    But it feels like I am not allowed
    To progress
    With the sun every day,
    I'm trapped in my head.
    No contentment, no vain.

    There's a tiny part within me
    That can still feel—
    The smiles of children;
    The anger of adults;
    The pain of teenagers.
    But they refuse to paint itself
    on my face.
    The phlegmatic countenance;
    unreadable and out of the way.

    I have not cried
    from time immemorial,
    Carrying with me the pent up emotions
    To wherever I go,
    and adding to it some more.
    Filling it to the point
    where it's too much to hold.

    The bag is heavier than it ever was,
    Seems as if it's full now.
    I'm waiting for it
    To rupture.
    Soaking me
    And letting me feel
    How it felt to be human with emotions.


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  • queerchildzw 15w


    Rage is your entire being set on fire with the intent to burn not keep warm.

  • journeyhale 15w

    Edit *Thank you so much for editor's choice! Wow this so cool!**

    I am still mad at you
    I still fume sometimes
    Raging anger in a torrent.

    They ask how I can be angry
    at the dead.
    I reply "very easily,
    Grief is not a place for coherent thought."

    Grief is a place where your soul is torn from your body and shredded into tiny pieces.

    Grief is a place of madness,
    A place where your gut falls to the floor
    Seconds before your knees.

    Grief is a place where emotions are Oceans in A King Tide,
    Churning and drowning you, never giving repreive.

    It is never a place that makes sense.
    It is where I'm still mad at you and you're still gone.
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    Grief is a Place

    They ask how I can be angry
    at the dead.
    I reply "very easily,
    Grief is not a place for coherent thought."

    It is never a place that makes sense.
    It is where I'm still mad at you and you're still gone.

  • puranidiary 17w


    Some days i m withered shattered mere a crumbled page
    Some days i m pieces of poetry, verses of love and fierce rage...

  • swopnil_karki 17w

    In Between

    The muse in between dark and light
    Or is the moment in between day and night
    What about the silence in between peace and fight
    Or is it just the tiniest of logic in between wrong and right

    Neither it's the confusion in between fear or courage
    Nor the choice in between calmness or rage
    Maybe it the willingness to choose in between God and evil
    Seems like everything is absolutely in between death and survival