Miraquill
It's a wall of flame
It's a endless fountain of lava
My rage will outlast you
It's a storm of fire
It's a endless pit of magma
My spirit will make you crumble
It's a burning mind
It's a scorching desire
My ambitions will melt you
©devasharmapoems
#rage
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Kab tak labzoon ko
Rokoge?
Bol vi doh joh jehen main
dabi si hain
Shama ho tum,
Gurur karo
Jalna fitrat hai tumhari
Jalne se darr kaisa
Tum koi parwana nahi.
©diplim10 0
Love is not relief
Love is a tormenting creature
holding an ugly axe.
It tears your limbs apart
leisurely,
Before burning you
completely.
©diplim31 5 6
- aj_potter100 True well penned!!!
- dusky_dawn It's not a relief. Agreed.
- blooming_fossil
- clichepenname Dark yo.
- ruthra_ Beautifully inked 🖤❤️
Ideal personality?
You think that you're the victim
because you gave away your child for 3 years
and now you're complaining that I'm a fuckup?! Hahaha bitch you could have done
everything you wanted, I don't care anymore.
I'm so sick of fending for myself because it seems like I'm the only one wanting me alive.
And even I can't stand myself,
so I'm sorry for being such a fuckup.
You should have been stricter, you should have beaten me up.
Maybe it would have made the decision of taking my life so much easier.
But instead I'm balancing between the fine line of death and life.
And I'm so sick of it.
You want to see my heart bleed? Good,
I can take the dagger and do it in front of you.
I can take the gun and blast my brain away
if you want me to.
I honestly am so sick and tired of caring for my own life.
So do me a favour and kill me.
Do everyone a favour and get me out of this world. I just can't stand it any longer.
Maybe in another life you'll get the kid
you always wanted so desperately.
The kid I couldn't be because I ruin everything.
©ylviiaPhoto By Zubin Mehta on Unsplash5 0
writeendlessly
15w
2022
A breath of fresh air.
A jolt of familiarity.
Destiny is calling,
It's waiting for an answer.
©writeendlessly10 0 1
zainab_c 16w
silence doesn't mean coward. it is a synonym of rage too.
when words kill silence with sword made of tongue,
it can take a revenge; but it won't.
because it knows, how painful it will.
instead killing, it becomes concrete
to stop the tears flowing from the eyes and to shout "no",
rather than accepting evey sword's words.
the words of silence is only knows by the Almighty!
who will kill the sword for sure.
- Z
becomingconcretePhoto By Simon Berger on Unsplash6 0
Want
If there was a want you could ask for
What would it be
Something that could rage you
Something that could set you free
With every breath that you take
you could be dreaming all about it
Makes you rush your soul up
Making you loose your sleep
That could make you restless
Yet alive with every passing beat
If at all there was something you could ask for
What want would it be
©shrestha_sPhoto By Annie Spratt on Unsplash8 0
thehealer10 23w
Read MoreThe secret to a long life is happiness
When you let people ,places and things, determine how you feel, you are handing over control of your life.
Sure "bad" things happen but we do not have to see things as good or bad. They just are, so choose how react and take control of the outcome. Take control over your life.
tags by @hashta.gr #love #loveyourself #lovely #loveyou #lovequotes #loveislove #hashtagr #pride #lovelife #words #lovestory #wordporn #wordsofwisdom #word #lovewins #lovemyself #loveforever #wordswag #rage #lust #wordofgod #anger #envy #lustforlife #deception #newagedeception #darkdeception #deceptions #selfdeceptionThe Rage Trap
The road to a Holy Life is insurmountable
Rather you must refrain from endless tings
Anger, obliterate delicate counterfeit masks
Passion, glowing countenance hides Indignation.
Resentment, vexed by Envy, Lust , and Greed
Agony, overcome by enmity
Glamour,bright lights and shiny tings distractions
Everlasting, find peace and savor Life
©thehealer108 0
FLU...
Lied to myself,
How far I'll go into this mess?
Ain't it happy to be here,
All alone and rare.
Too much of the drinks,
On the floor lying all the old and new rings.
Weight off the skin,
But still surfing in the sin.
Nothing compares to the pole you go into,
Laughter and jokes at you if you survive in 3 or 2.
And when the fire tells me to go back in the game,
That's when I start drawing unseen lines between me and you.
Had the faith in all the wrong shit,
Which can bring you in the nightmare that you're livin in.
Will get better and better and embrace a thing,
A lie for which you've been cutting all your wings.
It's like they say you don't really belong here,
"You were weird before and now weirdest ever."
The bullet had been shot from the place it can't get through,
A place where all is hidden since I was 2.
Falling over everything it's like you've been too,
The fiend in this tale or maybe it was meant to happen to you.
No rain, no pain, no shame they show,
How could you be so cruel that I never know?
No faith in God, no mien to talk,
To the parents who can be everything to you.
Owning an iphone doesn't make you rich enough,
But mein it surely tells how poor you are.
All I know is you don't know how lucky you are,
But aren't even grateful so I hope you lose it all.
Maybe here you see the bad side, a more devilish from the inside,
But that's what you did when you proved your crime.
Full of revenge and planning to get you all the way down,
All I can hear them say "that's not what you are."
Maybe I kill you or change my mind,
Sitting here surely wishing for Karma to get you right.
The secret that I've been holding is what it's like when you underestimate your life,
And forget what is right.
God will come all for you like he did for me 3 years back,
He will take everything away from you until you start following his map.
This what is up for you,
So I will end it between us two.
No limits, I will show you,
My cruelty will kill you,
Coming for you now I am done with this flu.
©srishti12100113 1
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joey_lee
28w
Read MoreThis site allows me the freedom of posting the poetry that I really need to get out. The poetry that defines my soul. The words my family and friends wouldn't understand, or that I just cannot share with them. Sometimes strangers are better. And for that I say thank you.
#angry #lettingitout #rage #hatredMy hatred for Logan
I know you don't like me
I don't like you either
but that's fine.
You are after all
not worthy of my time
Not worth a second
Being trapped inside my mind
You are the scum beneath my feet
The shit you scrape off with a stick
And fling into the street
You are beyond worthless to me
Never did I invite you to my life
Yet there you were secretly creeping
Behind me with a knife
Stabbing me in the back
Like you think you owned my life
I hope you die a painful death
I hope you die choking on your lies
I pray that you can taste it
Oh god I hope that you can smell.
I hope my hatred chains you down
And follows you to hell.
©joey_lee10 0
pallavi4
30w
Read MoreRage
I conceal a battlefield inside
And angst that slowly turns into anger
Along with the simmering bubbles of tension
That push one over the level of danger
An incensed infuriation inwardly resides
Below the peaceful, placid facade I hide
The fury and incessant irritation
I constantly feel inside
Tranquil and quiet, outwardly serene
I supposedly never see raging red
People don’t ever get to witness
The raging tempest in my head
The innate irate temper
That defines who I really am
Gets perceived as subdued submission,
Rationality and pacific calm
The incandescent , seething frenzy
Turns into vexed, exasperated indignation
The fuming ranting and raving
Changes into resentment on provocation
There is a monster inside my head
That changes the course of my normality
Within the confines of the dungeon inside me
Rarely reflecting externally the reality of my personality
@pallavi4
25th of October, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner, “Small deep red, orange, black and grey squared abstract“ by Jean Soyer
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loftydreams101
32w
Tomorrow's Plains of Glory
Burning on the brink of annihilation
Of the blast
Of calamity
Of sweet savagery
~
As the angels of denial
Sing tolls of affection
To delude our hot blood
Surging forward to war
~
Pushed and prodded by our gods
Over mountainous years
The fight has only begun
In our pain-stricken eyes
~
Our fatal stares will live
Beyond the course of our stars
In the cold hearts of kin
Marching to their own plains
Of sure destruction
© 2021 William Wright, Jr.7 1
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entomb me in flames
and in rage
i'll rise from my ashes
©inc_thoughts3 1
Anger lies beneath my fragility
Waiting for it to crack
So it can slowly seep through
To bring forth decimation
Rage lies patiently for anger
Waiting for its moment
So it can fuel the fires
And bring forth destruction
Violence lies taunting my abyss
Waiting for explosions
So it can lure me downward
To bring forth devastation
©theswordandtherose20215 0
The toughness and the softness
The strom that you carry and the calmness
Don't know if it is way too much or less
All I can say is that I feel blessed
I wonder what did I do to deserve you
Everything feels like too good to be true
Never thought that even dreams had shape
Untill I met you babe
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greys_and_blues
41w
Read More'The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one's heart,
hearts are made to be broken but that it turns one's heart to stone.'
- Oscar Wilde
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#left (?) #pain #rage #start #ceesreposts//we sowed seeds of misery
where pain ripened
in the field of broken hearts//
feverish bones, bloodshot eyes
tangy tears and spruced up lies.
couthy death, rancid lives.
stifling breath, black blood
sullied touches, catastrophic smiles
volatile anger
'a self-destruction'.
flowers of love wilt
when caressed excessively
by the gardener.
why did you choose to bloom in the garden of the one,
who didn't even cared to water you?
©greys_and_bluesPhoto By HAMZACHERIF Elias on Unsplash55 27 18
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- fromwitchpen Damnn last line hits hard
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bclark2681
42w
Agitated
Raging hate in bloom
In strength and mood
Human grudge in awe
This our greatest flaw
Altered ego on display
Our time sinful overstay
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Anger
When the trees cast their leaves into wind
Their branches crash and collides
Untill they could wave them bye
They blow into the petrichor
And got engulfed by the tempest
The winds argue with sophism
Contemplating to not blow with zephr
Only filled with blasphemy
As they spew colours of vignette
Purple hyacinths bows in silence
For the halcyon they lose in the blustery
And can only look on helplessly
For they got caught in the argument
Between the trees and the wind
They cannot escape it nor run
For i am like the purple halcyon
That got caught in their controversy
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- shadowofthoughts_ Wow! Magnification
starkanonymous
45w
the cost
the trumpets of my apathy
sound clear across the desolation
of the battleground of my heart
with wars waged, both - of love and rage
and it's cost is fear and frustration
soon the silent nightmare will start
my life's become a notturno
pounding the keys of deprivation
but I would hardly call it art
in a moments time, life will end
mine, my dear, with no explanation
or consolation shall I part
I'll just fade away to the past
a memory, an apparition
drifting with the lost, welcoming dark
7/13/21©starkanonymous
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