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Poems about Rant
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The thorny cheat, tricky beast laid a / Falsely famous phantom feast for the / Guv’nors jumbled, ruthless ensemble / Striking fear in the peasants, make them tremble. / / Shaking boots and legs aquiver / As the onlookers watch with a ghostly
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Well, you see, she’s like a puppet; / Without someone sat beside her / Pulling her strings, she’s nothing / Much to say for herself. / /
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This is our grey and dismal land; / So full and yet so bland / Filled with naked trees, newly bare, / Lining dampened pavements. / And clammy roads bear / Dreary cars carrying commuters, / Hang-dogged in the glare / Of early morning streetla
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They tell us the word
They say Believe,
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Are You Not? / / Are you not bored with this tired rhetoric? This complicit? / The dried husks of reproductions of meaningless sums? / Do you not digest them with such distaste? Such rancour? / An acrimonious sentiment as bland and unappealing
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Heartbeat pounding in my ears / Legs unwilling to move for me / Sweat dripping from places unknown before / Throat drying up from lack of h
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08-03-08 / / / / I want to be free / / Away from all this insanity / / Global poverty and endless wars / / That exists, despite no justified cause / / Drugs and rape / / You can't escape / / The darkness and desp
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Your squalid options aren’t enough, / Your hood and knife call no one’s bluff / As no one’s here to set you straight / And no one’s here now to berate / You for the loses you have made / And no one stops you until you’ve paid / For every singl
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She stalks the playgrounds to gauge the mood, / Reading the graffiti tags; they’re the news today. / - The desperate irony of a lonely epitaph- / White Ace cans, broken glass and empty fag packets / Is the decorum she can expect. / / Witho
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Betrayed. / I walk along a shore / Of tide moving in and out / Like what I keep setting free / Each time it comes back to me / / Boredom, loneliness, exhaustion / From no known cause or source / Sneaks up on me now and then / To ruin al
by oxymoron270
166 words, 1 comment,
on Aug 10 8:47 PM. In Free verse, Personal, Sad, Life, Rant, Thoughts, Depression, Sadness, Anguish. Reward
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Our team is called the columbia County Operators. we always sing before a game and i thought it was lame so i wrote a chant in hope that we can use it. / / Pull us up, push us down, shove us till we hit the ground. / If this isnt bad enough, we've
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Take another chance, / i keep telling myself... / It can't hurt anymore than it did the last time, / when you poured your heart out to the girl you thought you knew. / But, it's all just another lie. / A contradicting statement made for my ow
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So cold, so alone. / / By myself, on my own. / / Out with the old and, in with the new. / / Don't fall, i wont save you. / / You've done it, for the last time. / / you? / / Your just a pastime. / / I've been alone, long
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Summer’s ending too soon / And I don’t think I can deal / It feels like it’s still June / Like time’s been unreal / / There’s so much to m
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we fucked around for far to long / but we fucked hard you felt good / it was easy so we felt like we should / you fucked with my emotions i fucked with your mind / and now i say babe its about time / lets walk speperate ways / lets bump shou
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Very few things weaken me / For I have not died a hundred times / Though a select few things seem to take over constantly at this time /
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Really life is better than we make it out to be / So ill smile for you will you smile for me / I am innocent and small / But baby I have seen it all / I am no longer that virgin you liked to adore / But I am still your baby girl just more t
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I find no way to say it / Clearer than you find illegible / I sit behind a wall of glass / And scorn all who try and get scoped out / You cry and welcome self pity / And hold it like a child / Thinking it’s the only thing that will keep
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This is Leanne's little world, / Where the roses grow, / The sun always shines, / And up the thatched roof climbs, / Ivy and wysteria. / But lets cut to the hysteria- / / Nothing here is as it seems, / There are thorns on every rose. /
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by marcusmoore
169 words, 4 comments,
on Jul 10 7:38 AM. In Adult, Love, Free Verse, Rant, Life, Rhyme, Weird, Alliteration, Loss, Lost Love
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Feelings aren’t chosen
They just happen some day
So you can’t help loving me
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Sometimes teachers creep me out / With their really strange ways / Like when they draw about / The math we’ve learned today / / I don’t need a detailed cartoon / Of a person, giant fish, and boat / Or to learn math by music tune / It’s ac
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Packing is a pain / Especially under stress / ‘Cause my suitcase must contain / What the staff address / And in this annoying case / I have a ton of required things / Leaving practically no space / For things I want to bring / More than ha
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I’m sitting in a room full of nothing / My head is down, I’m staring at the floor / I’m sitting in a room with two empty chairs / I’m on the ground leaning against the wall as I cry / / My hands cover my face, wiping away the tears / My energ
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Dead to me / What do these words mean? / Dead to me / Alive and kicking, yet somehow quieted / Erased, forgotten / Dead to me / No more failed promises / No longer waiting / Dead to me / Truth unveiled / Put behind me / Not listening
by oxymoron270
47 words,
on Jun 12 4:11 PM. In angst, anger, free verse, life, rant, sadness, loss, hate, rage, anguish
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Sometimes there is a drought in my soul / And the rain won’t fall day or night / The sun dries the rivers and ponds / And water can’t be found in my heart / / So the land in my soul lacks hydration / While clouds continue clustering above
by oxymoron270
131 words,
on Jun 12 3:53 PM. In life, hope, personal, rant, sad, sadness, depression, weird, abstract, imagery
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Tears run down my cheek / They’re streaming, as I’m reluctant to speak / Once the depression’s enslaved me / Don’t count on anything being
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Always breaking / She explodes / Middle of the night / And only loud cry / Can open their ears / Ask her why she fights / She sad as search
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Keeping busy makes me mad / Doing so is hard when I feel sad / I get angry at the game, throw it on the ground / In the back room is where I can be found / / It doesn’t keep my attention / So I go from thing to thing / It causes lots of ten
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