"rager" poems
spartan kick the fat *****
with their freshman album
hallucinogenic state of paranoia
a ******** screamo band
I will be the lead vocalist
I will take a hit of acid before each show and scream poetry while guitarist etc. play brutal ******* downtuned music behind it.
throw rager ******* shows
be like a cult band
get ******* famous
live ******* life
do drugs and be successful
stay classy kids
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
i hate road rage in canberra because
i hate road rage in canberra because
mostly the road rager is at fault
i hate road rage in canberra because
because my mum was just turning and some dim wit sticks his finger up, how rude
i hate road rage in canberra because
it ****** me off immensely
road rage road rage i hate road rage
cause the road rage person doesn’t know what they are talking about
it’s not just road rage, ya see ya see, it’s everywhere
you say something or do something
and someone sticks their finger up at you
like a good little **** would actually do
road ragw road rage road rage sux
the only rage i like is partying late at night
you see i am a middle aged rager
i rage all day long but when it comes to road rage, na, not for me
i party better than any of these road rage people
the road ragers are just a pack of old stick in the muds
they think they are cool, sticking their fingers up
but in hindsight, they no nothing
you see i hear the loud hey, but that is from people who like road rage
which i ain’t, what is wrong with hating road rage
that is why i don’t drive, i am a kid and the road ragers are old fogie men or women
i have road rage in canberra because, nobody wins, it’s all just a waste of time
i am glad i don’t drive, i am a cool kid mate
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
I used to hang out with subtleness
But she bruised my ego so I stripped her bare
Inviting promiscuity to be my friend instead
Open and easy my smiles come quick
Especially for him
The intensity of his gaze hugged close to my glistening curves
Heavy intentions tempo my movements deep and slow
The dance floor is crowded with seeking bodies
His eyes locked only on me
Devouring
I'm going in for the ****
Licking my lips, him chasing my hips
This is gonna be quick
Major rager tenting his chinos
I want some. Real bad.
His breaking dawn sunset scent making it impossible not to salivate
Closer. Come closer to me.
I am as close as I am going to get
Without falling
Hard. At his feet.
Begging him for just a taste
He doesn't know it yet
I am going to **** him down
Wants it but doesn't know it
I am going to swallow all that juicy ***
Craves it but doesn't know it
He will be the one begging
Begging for more
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
Så sidder vi her igen
Oppe men stadig nede
Det grå slør dækker dit ansigt
Hver onsdag
Jeg kigger op og møder dit blik
Men når verden udenfor altid rager til sig, så sidder vi her
Torsdag
Romantisk
Skulle man tro
Vi åbner øjnene op og lever videre fra igår
Ak man kunne ønske andet
Rugbrødsmadder er rådighedens beløb lige nu
Rødvinssjatterne fra weekendens strabadser afmærker sig på dugen
Fredag og fri
Her finder den nådesløse halvtomme kærlighed sig tid
Til dig
Til mig
Fristelser skal jo stilles og med sprit og vin i blodet, går det let
Vi lever og dog ikke
Vi er levende døde
Men vi er to
Os to
Mandag
Glansbilledet gemmes ikke væk, for det har aldrig været fremme
Ord over mad er ikke noget vi gør i
Men i tavshed er vi verdens mestre
Tirsdag sker det
Ikke
Byens larm en tidlig morgen
Togets forsinkelser minder mig om livets selvfølger, som jeg går og venter på
Nøglen drejes i
Onsdag
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
*Hey, Mr. Rager! Mr. Rager!
Tell me where you're going!
Tell us where you're headed!*
This is an ode to all the lungs you've burnt, all the times you knew how hurt I was and am and how my heart bruises the inside of my chest, beating the **** out of me, trying to burst from my body, frantic, afraid. Oh- credit card fingers, syringe tongue, bloodiest of Sunday's, show me how to roll it, show me how to make origami of my bones.
I'm off on a adventure.
To the fickle space between the folds of your brain, to the indecision, to the gentle curve of your shoulders that I trace with my palm, to the gaps in your happiness.
*Mr. Rager!
Tell me some of your stories
Tell us of your travels
Hey, Mr. Rager! Mr. Rager!
Tell me where you're going!
Tell us where you're headed!*
To the untouched spots on your cheeks, to all the noises that frighten you, to all the things that go bump in the night, to starving, to all the stucco paint, to acid flashbacks, to paranoia, to my knuckles, ****** from beating myself up.
I'm on my way to Heaven.
To the rolling back of your eyes, to ******* nosebleeds, to drunk driving, to the ***** all across your chest, to your mother's mother, to the way your eyes soften when you look at me.
*Mr. Rager!
Can we tag along? Can we take a journey?*
You're asleep in my arms, my hand in your hair. The world is turning a little slower.
When will the fantasy end? When will the heaven begin?
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
this party will be a total rager.
a party full of mistakes with the highest of stakes.
everyone will be buzzed
and the few that decided
to remain in their natural
element are the sane.
the mess will be created by the insane.
so let's party hard.
-/e.d/
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
My edges are frayed
I am tattered and torn
My life is in ruins
I must be reborn
For I have hurt those I love
and hurt myself worse
Say goodnight to the old me
For he rides in a hearse
I've done you wrong
yet I offer no apology
Only this plea, that you shall
remain forever, always with me
I will rebuild myself,
with the help from you
You are my creator
to create the new
The new me
the new us
The new you
and I
Sweetheart please try
to hear my whispers
of love
from my heart
I'm glad
were together
For my
brand new start
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
Across Hyrule he shall roam,
After Navi finds him and gives him his cue,
He shall visit Ranches, Castles, Villages, even a Tomb,
While wandering new garb he'll find - Wearin Green, Red, and even Blue.
This man - too old, too pure - rages at almost every turn,
Throwing controllers and yelling loud,
Cursing as he watches his stream crash and burn,
Not caring yet always aware if he's doing so in front of a crowd.
A streamer true,
A rager pure,
Old Man Skip is a runner for you,
Plays it once, plays it twice, but he'll play it for sure.
His highs and lows are far yet few,
Good days, bad days every day in-between,
He still greets everyone with smile weather old or new,
Stick around a while tell what you've seen.
Wave a hello, say a good-bye,
But always know:
Heroes are forever remembered - but Legends?
Legends Never Die
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
After hooking up and having ***
on the floor at a rager with a stranger.
After having to be reminded of your name,
again.
After avoiding each other,
taking different paths
just so we don't have to see each other.
After looking down when
we accidentally take the same path.
After embarrassment
wondering what he told his friends,
because I know what I told mine
a lot with many details.
After all that,
we woke up today and realized:
we were in love.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
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I am so bless to know them and to share too.
On the site that has the very best of them all.
There are so many to name on here right now.
Brandon Nagely, TheRaven,CJLove,White Wolf.
Vicki,Bijan Rabiee, Darrell Landstrom, Patty m.
Openworldview,forgotten, samanthax,Arianna, Fawn.
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M-E, Long Rager,Amulya,Pradip Chattopadhyay.
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There are many more praying Blessings upon your works.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
Speaking with harmony in the voice
As if the voice was a master of song
Anguished I stand, but the voice lifts this man
Reminiscing of the past, the voice clears the 'crast
Waking up to burnt paper
Conquering, bonkers, being in the eyes of the rager
Out the cage sir
Cannot keep this beast from his feast
Elite type of dance as I march in with my mighty feet
Crazy mutha'fucka cannot duck em so he gonna **** em
And the battle begins, Holy Wars within, the man is the vessel of eternal stories voices from the light but I can still hear the dark speak within the night, the flesh sees what it likes, the light take me make me mighty.
I will not fall, stall, nor crawl.
I shall run
Run the game
Run the world
Run till I live with the Holy Son
Let it begin
Voice in the Light within.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
would you be surprised to know i still dream
of *** treasure troves and storms at sea?
when it's black out and the earth is humid,
waves rush in and strike me down like cupid.
i remember jupiter and selling stars on the boulevard.
whoever you are; my lover, my ****
call me your good girl and kiss my tears away.
pegasus dancin' as savages ravage my rose garden
and tell me i got everything i wanted.
raspberries litter the ground of my home;
asphyxiating on the smog of a roach.
tell me you love me 'fore my heart can roam;
tail-lights like rubies dash past my eyes.
the sun dies in neon, but what about me?
so bathe me in red, white, and blue.
why can't i forget to dream of you?
killing me softly with your bare hands;
never felt as loved by any other man.
you're so much larger than life,
murderous rage disguised as love while i smiled wide.
i laugh while i cry so i don't feel so low,
but tiger stripe bruises will never fade.
well, everyone loved me until i went rogue.
now they're spray-painting outside my home.
blood drips down slow, molasses and sweet;
the village i roamed now cowers under my feet.
please, mr. rager, won't you spin me a story;
tell me again about your days of glory.
sing me something pretty as i drink 'til i ache.
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 3:12 AM UTC
Count to three
that's what my manager told me
hold your breath
Count twice before one
but then what else
do I exploded
or count again
to
Twice before the once
goes off
hold's the rager muffin up by the neck
I hate kids shows
gives him back his breath
seems to be crying now
much more Hubble
feel sorry now
kids are a security nightmare
they cry when hurt
but up to then
they create **** all around them
in my, youth you paid for it
Health and Shafty went mad
Nuclear explosion
All quiet now.
Like NO!
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
Sweet kisses
From beyond
What my eyes can see
I hear her voice
In my spare
Time & space
And when I
Look up at the sky
I can’t help
But see her face,
People asking
Where’s my minds at
But all I can tell them
Is where my minds been
I’m trying
Not to float off
In the wind
Building up
A empire
From nothing but
Love & **** stems,
And I don’t even smoke
Like once did
My sanity is too questionable..
And if I’m not
What’s best for you
Then I don’t want
What’s left of you
Cause life
Won’t be the same
I’ll spend days
On end
Trying not to wreck
My brain
But at least
You can’t drive me insane
Because
I’m already off the deep end
Missing the days
When I was
Just a kid
High
Off an assortment of drugs
Living life
For more than
Just kisses & hugs
And if I put it
In her mouth she’d
Swallow me like I was her drugs,
Before the love
I knew nothing
But darkness
So much
Conflict
Within myself
And I used drugs
As a temporary fix
But I could never escape my mind..
Constantly
Floating through time
Tears in my moms eyes
Cause she realized
That I’d
Lost my mind,
I wish I could tell you
Where I lost it
But when
Your in such a deep dark pit
That you start
To see shadow men
You give up
The search of
Trying to find it..
And what’s crazy is
That I’m back again
The young Rager
In the flesh
Looking for a substance
To drown in
Cause life weighs you down
When your destined
For the crown
But your so far down
That you
Have to look up
Just to see the ground,
Your the saddest
You’ve ever been
And nothing
Can save you
This time kid..
So wear your Vans
And grow your hair
Find strength
In your sadness
Or you’ll
Never go anywhere
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
It’s Election RAGE AGAIN
Yet here I AM
Cozied into a very appreciated bed
With widely opened window and
Blue October skies
YES
Bluest October skies waft thru
To kiss my right nostril-n-cheek
Unchanged GREENEST leaves
Cling tightly to a transient's home
Patterned harbingers of Spring & Easter
Last VISAGES to Summer
Looming doom remains willfully un-ACKNOWLEDGEd
Looking SO brave & permanently stable
We've wistfully learned this isn’t the case
Via Charlotte’s entwined web, she’s coached us quite well
That garbage truck’s beeping
I hear you
A block or 2 away
Tuesday’s circadian cadence
No amount of voter’s RAGE will stop YOU this time.
Lastly is a beautiful MAN
My SENSITIVE
Wholly LOYAL
GOOD HEART
Rummaging downstairs
Self CRAFTING a HOME roasted morning bean’s brew
This is the stuff of LIFE to love and LOVE well
Thank You
My GOOD guy
For ALL that YOU DO
Without Pomp
Or Circumstance
Or MAJOR cultural praise
Such quietly EXHIBIT-ed LOVE
Is NEWsworthy for sure
So go ahead campaign RAGEr!
Rage on…RAGE ON
CNN thanks you MIGHTily.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC