Best Angry Poems

A sky of angry screeching,
demanding;
like a raptor in the wind.
Doesn't have the impact
that simple warbling brings.

With fear of cruel words spoken,
love retracts,
like claws on birds of prey;
and all I loved about you
has now flown far away.

Predatory words can rip,
into beings
lovelorn at their peak.
Not accomplishing anything...

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Angry words on humbled paper
Staring with contempt at the face of their maker
Regretting being created completely inferior
To much better poems by writers much wearier
Silently screaming and burning with rage
If he had any sense he would burn this page

Angry words are eloquent not
Spilled in weakness from...

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Thoughts of suicide running through her head. 
Feels like she’s at the edge of a cliff hanging by a thread. 
Want to so badly escape the reality she faces. 
Even when she’s with people she still feels outta place. 

Angry. Afraid. Alone, she stood out...

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When primeval men were made,
Someone said they were perfect,
But I ask them how plausibly so
Can perfection beget imperfection?
They laughed and I laughed in return.
Some others said they became selfish
And sought independence from their maker,
And rebelled against their irascible father.
Normally, if you say nothing
Nobody would ask...

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The fire burns the forest
The scorched birds fly away to build new nests
The sky descends dancing to join the smoking fest
The ashes settle in blazed history to dowse and rest.

The anger burns the mind
The brazen thoughts run to find revenge blind
The soul ascends pouncing to...

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I look in your eyes, the colors are changing your not the same person I met in the 
beginning of the season. Why all this jealousy I am only trying to love you and now you 
look at me like an enemy would a foe....

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He was an angry wasp, zooming around the kindergarten classroom.
Stinging other children with hits, smacks, pops and bites.
They were terrified of him within the first hour or so.
The teacher was losing her cool, her anger was showing on her face now.

Even the kindergarteners who had...

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The world has turned angry.
Families have been replaced with technology.
Swiping and dinging has replaced listening and learning.

Drivers are enraged; impatient, unkind.
They plow over each other, like angry puppies
Because they must wait their turn.

Instant gratification has become the go-to now.
We want it immediately – information, food,...

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Why does this happen to me everyday, When I scream why can't I have it my way? When I 
cry why dont you ask if I'm o.k? When I drop to my knee's as if I should  pray, But nothing I 
do is getting...

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ain't it a shame

when hate lynches 
a 14 year old Colored boy
in 1955 Mississippi
and blows away the dreams of
four innocent little ***** girls 
in 1963 Birmingham, Alabama

yeah 
bus that to your segregated thoughts
as I interracially walk you 
through Little Rock, Arkansas
with Daisy Bates & nine...

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Not friend of man or beast, or kind to any soul, 
not even their own. 
Perhaps compassion deserted them, along with reason
leaving not even an even-tongue..
in a dangerous clouded head.

Or maybe found under a curse from a long ago wrong., 
cast at birth or last...

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God, if you're listening,

I haven't heard from you in a long time.
I thought we had a great thing going here, but my prayers have yet to be answered.
I know this sounds crazy, but I think that I am dead.
That must be the only answer. That...

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I have been angry at the world these days
I think I have just been flustered at my own sins,
so much I have  been storming on the earth. 

I have been cursing at race for existing
been complaining at critics,
been cursing homophobia
been crying over body judging...

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it's like
the petals
of flowers
are the pins
on grenades

i pick them
one
by
one
are we better
are we not

one
by
one
until they all

drop...

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Sat in rows dressed for summer, we convene to talk about winter and death. There are four screens in the room.
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