Anger Poems

Key for symbols used to mark who is speaking

~Other People~ Me {1} (2) [3]

~Why don’t you get some help? There are so many options out

Don't tell me what to do man

Okay? Please? Don't

Because I'm an adult, ya know?

I got it, really

You don't have to lecture me

On how to do

Little boy sitting in the park, no coat, no shoes, it's 20 degrees today

Old man with a sign, hungry, nothing to eat today

Little girl home

Amber autumn aflame
An aroma of ash appeases the artful arsonist; the adamant anarchist
An audacious attempt at attacking back at our arbitrary accommodations
The

   Is a stick broke Inna har ears or piece a wood. This likkle gyal nuh listen innu, me tell har stop walk round wid

I am the daughter of a sharecropper
I am the real granddaughter of Netta
I am the element of surprises

Sadness and gladness is a part

Do you see us when we cry?
When we try to hide our faces in the sand?
have you ever thought it through,
That these

I feel sad when i see you the same,
For decades you remain lame,
It is indeed a pity or late blame,
But i just

I cast a backward look—how the times changed

To the beautiful face in the stroller
She Smile, I smiled, the guardian frown
A child is not

2 the cat
Once, when she found him playing with the cat 
She lifted her up
She warned him at loud
She threw it in

Saying goodbye to September

All New York is a cold. And everywhere

Show signs of winter, when the winds blow,

It made one’s shiver to the bone: clogged

     FOOL ME ONCE

I was obsessed, with friendship

I laid the foundation of my life, around it

Joy was continually aboard with me, even in township

I was

I was in love with a Poem:

The poet lured her victims into her wild kingdom of
Word, words, words, that
became the forest

Iphi le ngane eyazalwayo?

Iphi yonke lento esayethenjiswa?

Ithemba lenjabulo salifumbathiswa.

Namanje sisalubambile lolo donga.

Miningi kakhulu manje le minyaka

Kwabulaw' ubandlululo kuleli

Ukuz' engacindezel' unkululeko

Le ngane eyayizozalwa. 

Nanamuhla kusefana nakuqala.

Iph' inkululeko?

THE STING OF DEATH

Death why provoke us to tears?

There are lot of unfinished works

But still you pierce

What are these you have wrought?

Your unannounced visits can’t

Dogmatic
We must never kill the spiders
While, they wove their words into the likeness of thunder
You only watch the news to find out<>

Plans are made to be broken
by Micah Harris

the tiniest sliver of a

broken minds and bleeding wounds words that can't change anything. Saying sorry dosent make it better.

stuck in the pain that just won't ever die at

Tell me Mother please tell me why

I was not enough

I should have been sun and moon-stars in the sky

Please Mother tell me why?

Away at work