PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

anger


[I've never been one for screaming. But when something hurts deeply, I chastise for hours -- albeit at a normal volume.]
These instincts betray me. The good nature I try to uphold Is no match for the malice set free. My vengefulness can't be controlled.
I do try to be peaceful, Live and let live. But when I'm dealt a grave blow, an earful Of heartbreak and rage I'll give.
It's reactionary when I'm severely aggravated. My good will is incinerated In a fraction of the time it was cultivated. All thoughts become unmoderated.
I don't like hate. It's kind of absurd, How it's destructive and obliterates My entire person in a flurry of quiet words.
Of course, it's not easily provoked. The beast hibernates indefinitely. I dread the instances when it's evoked; It's hideous inordinately.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

puffin

I'm a very busy physics major who writes "poetry" sometimes. I'm really into dadaism and the artistic revolution of the 1960s, and, cringey though it may sound, I think there should be a revival of that movement, which may be why I stick around here sometimes. It may be worth mentioning that I'm an atheist; I appreciate your religious sentiment, but all you'll get back from me is humanly good will.

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.