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Angry Poems That will make you have Second Thoughts

Angry Poems That will make you have Second Thoughts.

Angry Poems – Nothing is more unpleasant than combat between members of the family. There is nothing more bitter than watching people who once loved each other say painful things to one another.

whether it is between parents who are married or divorced, or between siblings. Members of the family know each other better than anyone else. They know the vulnerabilities of each other and can harm one another in the most private and personal ways.Angry Poems

1. Reproach

He came in ruddy anger, and he flung
Quick, deeply-stabbing words, nor measured wounds,
Nor minded if a loving heart were stung.
My sobs uprose. I pressed them back to bounds.
Oh, could he know, his briefest look unkind
Were more than ample punishment to find,—
Reserve alone had all my bosom wrung.

by Ruby Archer

2. Anger

Anger in its time and place
May assume a kind of grace.
It must have some reason in it,
And not last beyond a minute.
If to further lengths it go,
It does into malice grow.

‘Tis the difference that we see
‘Twixt the serpent and the bee.
If the latter you provoke,
It inflicts a hasty stroke,
Puts you to some little pain,
But it never stings again.

Close in tufted bush or brake
Lurks the poison-swelled snake
Nursing up his cherished wrath;
In the purlieus of his path,
In the cold, or in the warm,
Mean him good, or mean him harm,
Wheresoever fate may bring you,
The vile snake will always sting you.

by Charles and Mary Lamb

3. Stop Me!

Stop me, good people! Don’t you see
My temper is running away with me?
Help, Master Commonsense! Are you afraid?
Good Mistress Prudence, come to my aid!
Stop me, Conscience! Stop me, I pray!
My temper, my temper is running away!
Dear Brother Kindness, snatch after the reins!
Help, or my temper will dash out my brains!
Help, or I’ll get a terrible fall!
Help, Shame, Caution, Love, Wisdom, and all!

by Amos Russel Wells

4. Time’s Lesson

Mine enemy is growing old, 
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge, 

Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
‘T is starving makes it fat.

by Emily Dickinson

5. Keep Your Temper

It never did, and never will,
Put things in better fashion,
Though rough the road, and steep the hill,
To fly into a passion.
And never yet did fume or fret
Mend any broken bubble;
The direst evil, bravely met,
Is but a conquered trouble.
Our trials—did we only know—
Are often what we make them;
And mole-hills into mountains grow,
Just by the way we take them.
Who keeps his temper, calm and cool,
Will find his wits in season;
But rage is weak, a foaming fool,
With neither strength nor reason.
And if a thing be hard to bear
When nerve and brain are steady,
If fiery passions rave and tear,
It finds us mained already.

by Ellen P. AllertonAngry Poems

6. A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

by William Blake

7. I Needed You

When I was sad and depressed,
I needed you to be cheer me up.
Instead, I drank till I was numb enough not to feel anything.

When everyone was attacking me and putting me down, making me feel so low,
I needed you to be the one to defend me and be on my side.
Instead, I endured all the cruel words and criticism the world threw at me.

When I lost all my friends and had no one,
I needed you to be that only friend I had left.
Instead, I experienced what the word “friendless” really meant.

When I was scared and frightened,
I needed you to be my security blanket.
Instead, I had to live in fear.

by Angie M Flores

8. Always My Father But Never My Dad

I’m sorry you missed out when I went to school for the first time,
And you didn’t have me tell you that you were all mine.
I’m sorry you weren’t there to take me to the mall,
And you weren’t there to tell me I have to stand tall.
Sorry you weren’t the one I saw when I came home that day
Or the one I’d run to when I had a bad day.
I’m sorry you didn’t hear me write these; you’d have been so proud,
And you weren’t there to lift me up on a cloud.

Sorry you weren’t there to tell me there’s nothing to fear,
But then again you should have been here.
I’m sorry you weren’t the one to teach me to ride a bike,
Or the one who took me on my first ride.
I’m sorry you weren’t the one who carried me on his back.
That was my other daddy, the one I actually had!
Or the one who held me tight when strength is what I lacked.

by Allyssa

9. My Father Left Me Behind

Leaving behind others to take your place,
Carrying on your name, walking around with your face,
Knowing you got left behind,
Wondering what’s on my father’s mind.
He didn’t even think to try.

To leave my mother with tears going down her face,
Left me only to embrace,
Only for me to ask her why?
My mother can give me answers;
My father left behind.

For he can give his love to another,
But can’t give his love to me,
My mother would give her life,
As she’s given life to me,
My father I hope to love.

Will he ever really love me?
He can take and make a life and keep living on,
But what is it like to live without a father,
He doesn’t even know,
Because he doesn’t even care,
He left me alone.

by Jessica Farley

10. How Do You Call Yourself A Mom?

Looking in your eyes
Tells me something’s wrong
Never began to realize
You’ve neglected for so long.

It seems you’re never there
You never really try
And every time I want to be with you
You make up stupid lies.

I feel as if
I’m just your friend
That you hate being around
So don’t pretend

Don’t say you love me
With that dreadful tone
It doesn’t make sense
Why you never answer your phone

It’s pathetic to know
You had three daughters
But you have nothing to do with any of them
that truly makes me wonder

by Taryn

11. Anger

Anger in its time and place
May assume a kind of grace.
It must have some reason in it,
And not last beyond a minute.
If to further lengths it go,
It does into malice grow.

‘Tis the difference that we see
‘Twixt the serpent and the bee.
If the latter you provoke,
It inflicts a hasty stroke,
Puts you to some little pain,
But it never stings again.

Close in tufted bush or brake
Lurks the poison-swellëd snake
Nursing up his cherished wrath;
In the purlieux of his path,
In the cold, or in the warm,
Mean him good, or mean him harm,
Whensoever fate may bring you,
The vile snake will always sting you.

by Charles Lamb

12. Not From This Anger

Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds
And bear those tendril hands I touch across
The agonized, two seas.

Behind my head a square of sky sags over
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover
And the golden ball spins out of the skies;
Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.

by Dylan Thomas

13. Controlling Anger Before It Controls You

When toxic and volatile emotions
Are causing confusion and commotion,
Feelings are hijacked, hot thoughts race,
Mind gets enveloped in a rage.

As a consequence, visibility comes down,
It’s wise to shift gears and slow down.
Switch on the wipers
And clear the fog on the mind’s mirror.

Lest you forever live to regret
And wonder how I met with an accident.
Take few deep breaths, and count to ten,
As anger clouds the perception.

Your ability to discern goes haywire
So whatever you say backfires.
First deal with your inner pollution,
To stop firing deadly ammunition.

Remove yourself from the object of your ire
Lest you shoot arrows of fire
And give in to your primitive instinct,
Do something that your mood uplifts.

by Mamta Agarwal

14. Plenty Of Anger

There is plenty of anger inside of me
It has to stop
Why is there so much anger inside of me?
My anger is part of my frustration
I have to control it now
My anger causes me plenty of trouble
There is plenty of anger inside of me
And what is anger do I know?
Anger is a strong feeling of displasure
It is a grief that I have inside of me
How can I control it?
What triggers my anger?
Can I recognize it?

by Aldo KraasAngry Poems

15. Anger Does Not Pay

Anger is red danger
But a familiar stranger

So It came as no surprise
At the times I have paid the price
More than the usual thrice
Before becoming very wise

The judge said
I should have been put in a cage
If one considers all the damage
I brought on with my rage

I knew
My anger was unreasonable
My anger was invincible
My anger was uncontrollable
But still very reversible

by Lovina Sylvia Chidi

16. Anger And Me

Anger is a form of fear
Anger is what I’m waiting to hear
Anger is deep down inside me
Anger drives me crazy
Anger is what turns me on
Anger is what turns me off
Anger is my enemy
Anger is my pal
Anger is gonna kill me
Anger is gonna save me
Anger might just help me
Find my true love May ybe?

by Kimberley Waldron

Angry Poems – Members of the family know each other better than anyone else. They know the vulnerabilities of each other and can harm one another in the most private and personal ways.

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