#rant poems on Hello Poetry

Cana Feb 2018

If every poet who wrote a love ballad
Sought out another.
Then my friends.
We would have no lonely hearts.
No anxious stomachs.
No panicked pulses.

#love #poem #rant #lonely #sad

NeroameeAlucard Feb 2018

*******, Valentine's day

You know, I've written about love
Or the lack thereof in my life quite a lot
And I've been holding this in so long its ******* my intestines in knots
So I'm going to say this know before i blow up my spot.

******* Valentine's day, go and rot.

I hate feeling pressured to buy, buy, buy!
"If you love her you'll go into debt up to your eyes!
If i loved her id show it, not rely on breaking my credit into pieces you greedy ****** its
A **** frustrating thing to deal with in a relationship. But being single might be just that little bit worse

Like being paddled for a college initiation, there's very few things worse.
Well, maybe joining my love life in the back of a hearse
Geez, that hurts.
But seeing all the lovely couples around town
Drinking coffee, being cute, just drives that nail further into the ground.
Reminding me that I'm about as desirable as a ****** without buck teeth, or Brad Garret refusing to frown.

******* Valentine's day, I'm sick of you bringing me down

This is the single most cynical thing ive ever written

#life #love #feburary #valentines #day #rant

Elyciren Jan 2018

optimistic at best

i refuse to live in this fear
my own mind a cage, i was left there
rotting, sitting as i was my own prisoner
fears that they were right im nothing but a sinner
if only i had a key
if only i could see
past this foggy haze of a mind
and if i could fast forward to where my worst days are behind
i will strive, finding a purpose in this world
for i refuse to give up, my story is still untold
and i know its not just me, there is others
fathers, brothers, sisters and mothers
those who have given up to early
even i have tried, i almost succeeded nearly
for no one has not heard your loved ones cries
and knows where heart break lies
keep going do not give up, life has downs
but through it all you must stand your ground
for the mentally ill, for those whose tongues have been taken
who have been used, touched without permission given
stay strong, stand tall
show respect and love to all
Black, White, Hispanic, Asian
Jewish, Atheist, Muslim, and Christian
For we all are human we all bleed the same color
then we are the same and must stand up for one another

#positive #rant

mythie Jan 2018

pillow.

Scream.
I.
Scream.

My throat hurts.
But the scream was soft.
My pillow holds all my screams.
So they can never escape.

I feel better.

Cry.
I.
Cry.

My eyes burn.
But my eyes won't water anymore.
My pillow holds all my tears.
So they can never escape.

I feel better.

I go to punch my pillow.
I need to vent.
Let it out.
Out.

Bleed.
I.
Bleed.

My knuckles are bruised.
The kid in front of me is crying.
Where is my pillow?
Where am I?

I feel awful.

Scream.
I.
Scream.

But this time.
Everyone can hear.
My pained cries echo the streets.
I can't hold it in anymore.

Blood trickles down my throat.
My eyes are red and puffy.
My knuckles are ****** from punching the pavement.
I can't stop.

I keep crying.
I keep screaming.
I keep punching.
I keep doing it.

Breathe.
I.
Breathe.

I can finally breathe.
After all this time.
I finally realised.
My pillow was suffocating me.

#vent #venting #rant #ranting

TheRiverStyx Jan 2018

Smoke and Mirrors

Regurgitate it.
Regurgitate your sentiment.
They will fall on deaf ears.
Then you will bawl, asking "why?"
You can't handle authenticity.
You get no forgiveness.
You refused to accept it.
These words will be lost among the many files of the Internet:

I came for your help.
You denied it.

Whenever I'm vulnerable,
I always steer clear of you.
You will regurgitate your lies.

I opened up to you.
You just brushed it off.

You ask why I never changed.
It's because know I'm correct.

Maturity couldn't even fix things.
You kept your shitstorm going.
When I felt your vileness,
I lashed out.

You never expected this, because you think I have no feelings.
Whine all you like.
Pretend your the hero.
Put on the cape.
Nobody shall hear me writhe in pain.
Nobody shall see the tears.
And I'm stuck ranting about this on the Internet, because that's what it has come to.
Nobody shall hear me.
My thoughts as an individual will apparently forever be hidden in a shroud of lies and smoke and mirrors.

So my sentiment is:
Your sense of honor is a fallacy.
I hope the wheels of fate turn against you.

#life #thoughts #rant #family #emotions #love #fake

Meredith Sjostrand Jan 2018

Blank slate

My mind has been so blank.
But not the type of emptiness you see from a drained pool.
Almost too many thoughts have destroyed my mind lately.
I’ve felt lonely with no where to go
No one to talk to.
Is this what I’m supposed to be learning?
I always see life as a lesson, but this doesn’t make sense.
Why am I constantly finding broken people.
I just want to help but they break me in the process.
Now I’m broken and I don’t even know how to put the pieces back together.
I feel like I don’t know who I am because everyone has been telling me so..
but is it me that’s lost ?
Or is it everyone around me..
I just don’t know anymore.

#rant

Salmabanu Hatim Jan 2018

Silence is Golden

He raged,
He bellowed,
He yelled,
I kept quiet.
Once again, he ranted,
Anger he vented,
He berated,
From me not a sound,
My silence was profound,
More eloquent,
Than my response.

Sometimes it pays to be quiet

#rant #yell #angry #bellow #quiet

Quinn Jan 2018

My Mother Thinks That She Made Me a Bad Person but She Didn't

I used to love you
but now I don't know
who you are...
-mother

She asks me why I am
shape-shifted from nice
to mean.

Bang bang bang
goes my body against the
side of a bathroom door.

I don't know what you mean, I told her,
I have just lost my love for people.

My friends tell me,
'You must've had a good time
last night" When they see the
back scratches etched up my
spine.

If only they saw my tears
flowing free and wild
like a raging river from a poster
dentists put up in their offices
so little kids can pretend like pulling
teeth doesn't hurt when it happens
next to someplace peaceful.

What made you so mean?

The clang clang
crash of my head
against a wall and his
finger between my teeth
made me mean.

The taste of blood
under the covers
made me mean.

He made me mean.

I miss the subtle simplicity
summer sweet electricity
of my childhood julys.

When I counted the clouds
and made trees into palaces
with my mind.

Found time ties down my
imagination and chips away
at each childhood memory.

Replacing hot happy colors with
blue green and grey, laying
positivity sweetly to its grave
singing a song while sneering
at its body secretly.

That is why I am mean mom,
it is not because of you,

it is from the world, society
kills itself every day
Working ourselves to
death and shaming those
who take their own lives
early.

Pandemics freeze flash
millions of people's lives,
but in countless eyes
third world tragedy simply
doesn't exist.

Hyperconnectivity and
antidepressants define
my generation, what about yours?
And when he finally finished,
he ran out of the stall,
and into a crowded street,
without looking me in the eye.

That is why I am mean.

Sometimes boys hurt boys too

#young #love #mom #mother #rant #state #of #the #world