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Poems about rant
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Now I'm alone in my world / I didn't believe it would be me / Left behind in the cold snow / / I begin to cry because of pain / That flows
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what are words / but thoughts in our minds / that have broken through / that latched gate that is our lips / whether its to yourself / or to a friend / words can mean so much to us / and say so little / what are promises / but words that
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/ >strangers look at you like the know you, strangers you look at for fun, some you wish there werent strangers at all, some are good some are evil, something that you will never know, becouse strangers, they ar
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I can see a world so bright / Chasing away an endless night / Leaving forgotten whispers forever / In an attempt of a sweet endeavor / / Ignoring voices of the past / By doing this humans cannot last / Blind to the way we walk / We are ch
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Why can't I leave? / Leave reality / The world, / My life, / And me / Why won't people leave me alone? / Why can't people keep out? / I just want to escape / Everything / I wish I were dead / Why won't that wish come true? / I wish I
by courage is hope
85 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 25 8:02 PM. In Dark, Thoughts, Sad, Rant, Personal, Hate, Depression, Sadness, Pain
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Misunderstanding, generally.
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They supply / precious more than / a / negligible amount / of vitamin C / a smidgin / of / natural sugar / and a / tiny dose / of /
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Being happy isn’t all its cracked up to be / for, as Gibran said, sorrow is much more / noble and honorable. / Adding to your esteem and /
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Don’t ever say my pain isn’t there / That I made it up to be unfair / That I had decided to be a jerk / Just to get out of doing my work / / Maybe I hate this activity / And tend to spread negativity / But there are such better lies / Tha
by oxymoron270
94 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 21 12:54 PM. In Personal, Sad, Life, Society, Thoughts, Rhyme, Rant, Pain, Anger, Hate, Anguish
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Just more thoughts
by courage is hope
114 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 12 9:42 PM. In Thoughts, Sad, Personal, Rant, Pain, Depression, Sadness, Anger, Hate, Freewrite
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To be forgotten. / It's not that bad. / Your presence brings nothing. / Your abscence brings nothing. / Your voice flows through a vacuum / Its meaning unchanged / / But it brings a complacency that is profound / In essence you know ev
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When love is young and new to sprout, / it over whelms and all consumes- / with amorous and mind perfumes. / Putting blinders on the heart-
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Malevolent butterflies shred / the pink tissue of his gut. / / His mind rapidly darts from / one innocuous trivial ism to another. / / H
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I'm stuck here, / entangled in this web, / of this there is no doubt. / / Leaking my insides, like acid, / its an affront, but you seem to like it. / / Questioning time, / wonderless oblivion / seeping though the cracks and / there
by RoisinDubh
75 words, 4 comments,
on Nov 9 7:00 PM. In Dark, Life, Society, Weird, Angst, Thoughts, Rant, Fantasy, Pain, Depression, Sadness
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What happened to the world we knew? / When did we lose our way? / Or have my memories been eschewed? / Was it just yesterday? / Was not our
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Beggars can’t be choosers, / Unless they’re&nb
by kookoocachoo
271 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 31 11:29 PM. In Contemporary, Hope, Life, Love, Lyrics, Rant, Rhyme, Society, Spiritual, Thoughts
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Acting is deception with a kinder name… / I am an actress. / / I can smile when I’m breaking / I can laugh when I need to cry / I can make you think I’m happy / When all I want to do is die… / / My lines are so cliché, / Like a million
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Forbid the young to read no farther. / This is a tale of some ones father. / If the faint of heart should still be reading- / Please just l
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I stepped down the dirty stairs, / Didn’t think, just wrote. / Life wasn’t quite a dream, / But it wasn’t a nightmare. / No sweeping of my feet, / No cause of particular joy, / So I had reason to envy / Characters of stories / Yes, I’m yo
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A youthful aspiration- / in the hand of a society, / stifled and confused- / by unethical propriety. / A once exuberant dream- / has been t
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In early year my mind was filled, / with helplessness and rage. / I kept myself from growing up, / by constructing my own cage. / / I knew
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Sun split are the lips of this tired soul.
Too young yet too fly but too old to grow.
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My complacency tears away my progress. / Layer by layer I see it all, / Falling and disappearing from existence. / / Sine-like my life wo
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I step out of the blue-gray world of the office / To the yellow-gray world of August smog. / Greedy for my hour, begrudgingly-bestowed / My
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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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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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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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