#anger poems on Hello Poetry

Lance Remir 3h

Scream

I screamed
"I WOULD HAVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU"
"I WOULD HAVE DONE EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING"
I screamed at the top of my lungs
My fists clenched white as tears fell down
I screamed at the world
Until my heart gave out
I screamed
For someone who isnt' there anymore

#screaming #yelling #anger #pain #heartbreak #love #romance #world

Lance Remir 2d

Beg

And that was the last time
I let the world see me
Hear me
Begged for love

#begging #shame #anger #love #romance #heartbreak #world

Catarina 3d

He did not cheat (?)

He didn’t cheat
But
Was it okay to still be with her?

After all the reassurance
“She's just a friend”
“I do not want anything with her”
Was that real?

Was it real when less then a week after everything
The breakup
The ***
Something still happened?

She
The one who I talked to
About the discomfort I felt every time she was around

She
The one who gave me reassurance
“Nothing is going to happen between us”

All the little respect I had for them
Vanished
Instantly

The disgust is stronger than any other emotion
And I just found that out

Wish the world ***** them both

#anger #betrayal #sadness

sena 7d

the daughter who sits on top of the stairs.

late in the night quiet whispers echo through the house
intrigued, i sit at the top of the stairs listening to your conversation
and since then i regretted it.

i've been the daughter that sits at the top of the stairs since i was 11
and i've never stopped

for 6 years now,
i sit; hearing how you talk about me...
to your friends
to your aunt's
to dad
to anyone that will hear you
and over the years i've learned you like to broadcast my sins
my mistakes
you only see me as gossip for when the conversation falls quiet

last night i sat at the top of the stairs
and that was my final straw
pure ******* rage grew inside of me
almost hate.
you painted the most appalling picture of me
as if im still that girl
as if i hadnt gone to extreme lengths to get rid of who i used to be

last night, i cried myself to sleep
and when tears ran out;
the sorrow the lonliness settled in my heart
as if they had a home there.

i cant wait for the day i leave and never talk to you again.

surprise surprise another poem abt how much i cant stand my mom

#pain #sad #anger #teen #family

Hope Apr 5

Hu hu hmmm h

H as in, How could you do this to me?!
H happens when you least expect it!
H for, How happy are you now?
H to, Hello all my unanswered text and calls!
H is to, Hell with promises
H is the first letter in the word Helpless
H isn't the letter f for **** all of this.
H for you're always at a party and never Home.
H for my name is Hope
because that's what I was full of
before I met you.

H is what does she have that I don't have?!
H for , our Holidays were fixing to be together
H for I feel like a stupid ***
H is for, Hoes have feelings too!
H is for, to Hell the fact your name begins
with an N and not giving a **** what
this is all doing to me.

H for humiliating your so called "nagging wife"
who wanted good morning texts,
"What are you doing?" responses
and letting me know when your making
plans without me.
I only wanted to feel a
part of your everyday life
because you're so far away!
Yeah
but to hell with that too right?
As long as you get out
of the cage that is me.
Yes, to hell to the 2 years of love
because **** taking accountability
             This final H is for
              Hope this poem finds you
               because I haven't been able to...

#anger #frustration #divorce #sad #lost

Cassian Apr 4

My identity

I want to cut my hair

Not just as a change of style

But to express how I feel inside

To make myself more comfortable

Living in my own skin

I want to cut it short

Shorter than ever before

More boyish than not

I want to cut my hair

A short, fluffy wolf cut

Even if it means more people

At school will mock me for

Being queer as they throw

Their slurs at me like stones

I wonder if those idiots know

That before it was used to describe

A gay person.. The word ****** meant

A bundle of sticks used for fuel

And in some countries

When talking about a

Cigarette they call

It a ***

I wonder

Who is

The

******

Now.

You thought I didn't hear you?

#anger #bullying #selflove #selfexpression

Eleanor Robinson Apr 3

It's a matter of perspective

How can you possibly be so angry
At someone you love so dearly?
Or rather, how could your life get shattered
By someone you trusted completely?

#anger #pain #hurt #trauma

sena Apr 2

mom

in the kitchen, she moves like a storm
quiet, yet loud in her own way
her footsteps so loud and abrupt
she does as she pleases
leaving crumbs in her wake
clattering pots and pans
shes allowed to leave clothes on the floor
to take up space
to growl at the sky when the sun doesnt shine right
and we-
we are just the air around her
invisible unless needed
her mood dictates the mood of our home
we move hoping not to disturb her
for it will shape our breath
define our hours
make or break the day before its even begun
we smile while the tears form in our eyes
we hold still when we want to break
we tear ourselves apart to fit the form of her needs
shaping our lives to her wants
until we forget the shape of who we are

this poem is about my mom (obviously) and how I feel my siblings and I bend to her will at home, but she does it in such a dictating way, no warmth , no thank you's , as if we were born to serve her in a way.

#teen #family #sad #anger