Rant Poems - Poems about Rant

I don't know why I'm so pissed off It ain't the five hundred And it ain't the storm It's the dream that my writing has merit And my sister won't give me the satisfaction of thinking that I could do good She's just like my mother was Always looking down her nose Saying I'll never be able to look after myself Not believing in...

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These days the kids don’t learn of what’s happened in turn, they can’t tell you of World War II, or when the White House burned. Their classes all are lies, since power hates the wise, keep them dumb and it’s easy to pull wool over their eyes. Kids think they’re something ‘new,’ a shuttered point-of-view, never told that it’s all been tried by smarter men than...

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It gets into all the machines and freezes up the works, it coats the sidewalks and front steps, and slipping on it hurts. It sheens the railing so that when you grab them gloves get wet, it lays on branches so they break, the living and the dead. But worst of all, it coats the roads in glass you cannot see, you only know when...

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It happens more than you would want it to It happens more than you want to know A child is left unattended on a bus somewhere A preventable problem if you look in care This time it was not a child hiding under the seat Nor the girl in the back whose lunch not complete This time near the wheelchair lift...

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...You see them saying the unborn are parasites, not to be mourned, it’s not their body anyway, despite the unique DNA. Like sacrificing them to Baal, nothing now seems beyond the pale, the lives we should vale the most are ‘inconvenient.’ So they’re toast. In numbers Chairman Mao can’t match, even Satan says, “Pull it back,” our future killed and they’re annoyed when we say, “Murder’s...

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You see the people on welfare, and wonder what’s keeping them there, the hand-outs breed dependency, why work if you get it for free? But those hand-outs don’t get you far, don’t buy a house, or a new car, don’t teach you how you can be more, escape from poverty deployed, just keeps you there, in misery, your whole life doomed to penury, no chance...

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A rant Overcast, a doom of hot misery, is the day windows are open, but the curtains are still as ghosts on Christmas night Every year at then in July and August, my dream of living in a warm country fades where is Alexander Dumas's mild garden When the Arabs ruled the Algarve, they too wrote about shaded gardens, wrote verses of love while listening...

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Sorry, a rant on divorce … who knows … I cannot lie… I lived a life before lying for a living and I quit it on purpose. It was not good … But it earns money … But I hate lying. However, I just learned I have been living under a lie for two years. I know life, family, marriage, life, work,...

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Grandstanders are crooks as far I can tell Some grandstanders aren’t what can I say A mixed system is needed I do yell Dems weak and do zip homie. did foretell Biden’s Israel mid-east plan good. I relay Grandstanders are crooks as far I can tell RNC foul;,get things done chum did tell Ike did great things,Reagan too anyway A...

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Dear Fate, I hate you. I detest you. I despise you. I loathe you in ridicule. I reject you outright. You are no good Fate. I am sure of it. Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be. I guess you’re right Fate. Thanx for the tip. Thanx for the insight. Thanx for letting us know in advance. You are elusive...

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What lay’s buried in my memory Is my memory sometimes lies Bloody Mary quite contrary The canary quickly dies Now the monkey’s in the middle You know some monkeys don’t mean jack Only if you meddle with a monkey With a monkey on your back You’re all set on settling changes And the hope that change can...

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sad rant This day, when you know this day will be like the prior day When you wake up and the dream you dreamt was dull as the day ahead and your breakfast is an apple and coffee drunk from the same mug your wife gave you last Christmas. When you wake up and find the truth is relative belongs...

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most ordinary people news on TV set seems to be pointless nonsense masses do not care...

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Well I'm a bit agoraphobic so I stay at home for my aerobics but it's not good for my dome to play alone in a silence cone so I faced my fear but that outpaced my cheer since I also chased my fear of flying which induced my fear of dying, so my aerophobia produced...

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A new year to begin with a laugh and a grin, effort put in to resolutions and absolution for sins. Your own and your kin (though sometimes you can't win) I burst like electrocution on January first full of solutions but without execution it's the worst, no thirst for follow-through just submersed in feeling blue. Yet when the...

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