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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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water flares up
disaster looms now
a city sinks...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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