If you’ve been looking for angry poems, you’ve come to the right place. In this post, we will share a great collection of angry poems with you.
Anger is a significant impediment. Anger’s aftereffects include dissatisfaction and sadness. Anger should be treated like a robber. It is inherently a thief. We have love within us, and that is our greatest value.
If we let anger, the thief, into our lives, it will quickly take our inner riches. When this occurs, we must promptly contact the police. That is, when we are attacked by anger, we must call inside for great ambition to take center stage and sweep away our wrath.
The poems about anger that we shall share with you will serve as an excellent antidote to your rage. When we experience rage, we must perceive it as something that is tearing us apart.
We came into this planet to construct. Only by creating anything will the rest of the world respect and adore us. As a result, we must determine which traits comprise our nature. Our true existence is built on love and compassion; anger just ruins it.
So, if you’re feeling furious, look through these angry poems. They will calm you down and allow you to let go of your anger.
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Best Angry Poems
First and foremost, let’s look at some of the best angry poems. Allow these poems on anger to remind you that even though you are angry, it is always advisable to calm down before speaking or doing anything.
1. Govern the Temper
by J. J. Thorne
Hold your temper for self-sake.
This is the prudent way:
Often when it is not controlled,
It hands the body down to the clay,
When passions condemn our feeble hearts,
And conscience asks the mind to obey;
We find ourselves vain and defiled.
And in sin have gone astray.
Temper governed and tongues withheld,
Keeps Peace Day by day;
When the body discharges the violence of temper,
Friendship tears away.
Eternity is for ever and ever,
Life is only a short stay;
If we control our tongues and temper,
The less we will account for judgment day.
By holding the temper, we learn
A pleasant and prudent way;
Temper held discloses the bloom of life,
With a fragrant savor that never will decay.
Perverted temper kindles the tongue
Ambition leads to a fight or fray;
But bravery is caution, wisdom reflects.
And makes no trouble to pay.
The best we can do we cannot avoid,
And drive all temper away;
But thought and meditation will help to restrain.
And finally, peace and comfort will pay.
2. The Deeds of Anger
by Edgar A. Guest
I used to lose my temper a’ git mad a’ tear around
An’ raise my voice so wimmin folks would tremble at the sound;
I’d do things I was ashamed of when the fit of rage had passed,
An’ wish I hadn’t done ’em, a’ regret ’em to the last;
But I’ve learned from sad experience how useless is regret,
For the mean things done in anger are the things you can’t forget.
Now I think I’ve learned my lesson an’ I’m treading’ gentler ways,
An’ I try to build my mornings into happy yesterdays;
I don’t let my temper spoil ’em in the way I used to do
An’ let some splash of anger smear the record when it’s through;
I want my memories pleasant, free from shame or vain regret,
Without any deeds of anger which I never can forget.
3. I’m So Mad I Could Scream
by William Cole
I’m so mad I could scream,
I’m so mad I could spit,
Turn over a table,
Run off in a snit!
I’m so mad I could yell,
I could tear out my hair,
Throw a rock through a window,
Or wrestle a bear!
On thinking it over
I will not leave home
But I’ll put all my anger
Right here in this poem.
I’m feeling much better –
Like peaches and cream –
For a poem is the best way
Of letting off steam!
4. Guard Thy Lips
by Lillian E. Curtis
Oh, when harsh and hasty words arise
And clouds of vexation dim the eyes,
And anger begins to settle down.
And the face puts on a sullen frown;
When wrathful thoughts rush quickly up,
Oh, dash aside the poisoned cup.
And guard thy lips!
Guard them, lest, in an unguarded hour,
They should utter, beyond thy power,
Words to wound some loving heart,
Perhaps, a lasting scar impart;
Inevitable words when once they’re spoken.
Nothing can heal the heart they’ve broken.
Then, guard thy lips!
5. Angry Words
by John George Fleet
Words are things of little cost,
Quickly spoken, quickly lost;
We forget them, but they stand
Witnesses at God’s right hand,
And their testimony bear
For us, or against us, there.
Oh, how words often ours have been
Idle words, and words of sin;
Words of anger, scorn, and pride,
Or desire our faults to hide;
Envious tales, or strife unkind,
Leaving bitter thoughts behind.
Grant us, Lord, from day to day,
Strength to watch and grace to pray
May our lips, from sin set free,
Love to speak and sing of thee,
Till in heaven we learn to raise
Hymns of everlasting praise.
6. Don’t Tease the Lion
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
If you saw a lion
Not within a cage,
Would you tease and fret him?
Till he roared in rage?
Would you tempt his anger?
And his savage power,
Knowing he could crush you,
Kill you, and devour?
Yet I know some people
Who, morn and noon and night,
Tease and fret with bitters
It matters not what ails them,
For each disease and all
They seem to think there’s healing
In demon alcohol.
So, they fret the lion,
And anger him, until,
In his awful power,
He springs up to kill.
Let me warn you, children,
From this foolish way.
Do not tease the lion,
Nor tempt him any day.
Don’t believe the doctors
If they say you need
Any wines or ciders;
For there are, indeed,
Better cures, and safer,
Then these drinks, that slay
More than a hundred people
Without fail each day.
7. Hymn Before Action
by Rudyard Kipling
The earth is full of anger,
The seas are dark with wrath,
The Nations in their harness
Go up against our path:
Ere yet we draw the blade,
Jehovah of the Thunders,
Lord God of Battles, aid!
High lust and froward bearing,
Proud heart, rebellious brow
Deaf ear and soul uncaring,
We seek My mercy now!
The sinner that forswore Thee,
The fool that passed Thee by,
Our times are known before Thee
Lord, grant us strength to die!
For those who kneel beside us
At altars not Thine own,
Who lack the lights that guide us?
Lord, let their faith atone!
If wrong we did to call them,
By honour bound they came;
Let not Thy Wrath befall them,
But deal to us the blame.
8. Keep Your Temper
by Ellen Palmer Allerton
It never did, and never will,
Put things in better fashion,
Though rough the road, and steep the hill,
To fly into a passion.
And never yet did fume or fret
Mend any broken bubble;
The direst evil, bravely met,
Is but a conquered trouble?
Our trials—did we only know—
Are often what we make them;
And mole-hills into mountains grow,
Just by the way we take them.
Who keeps his temper, calm and cool?
Will find his wits in season;
But rage is weak, a foaming fool,
With neither strength nor reason.
And if a thing be hard to bear
When nerve and brain are steady,
If fiery passions rave and tear,
It finds us mained already.
Who yields to anger conquered lies—
A captive none can pity;
Who rules his spirit, greater is?
Then he who takes a city.
A hero he, though drums are mute,
And no gay banners flaunted;
He treads his passions under foot,
And meets the world undaunted.
Oh, then, to bravely do our best,
Howe’er the winds are blowing;
And meekly leave to God the rest,
Is wisdom worth the knowing!
9. The Three Laws
by Amos Wells
Love is the golden law,
Justice, the silver law,
Cold, calm, and clear;
Anger, the iron law,
Anger’s an iron lance
Mighty to slay;
Justice, a silver scale,
Love is a golden ring,
Joining for aye!
10. Righteous Wrath
by Henry Van Dyke
There are many kinds of hatred, as many kinds of fire;
And some are fierce and fatal with murderous desire;
And some are mean and craven, revengeful, sullen, slow,
They hurt the man that holds them more than they hurt his foe.
And yet there is a hatred that purifies the heart:
The anger of the better against the baser part,
Against the false and wicked, against the tyrant’s sword,
Against the enemies of love, and all that hate the Lord.
O cleansing indignation, O flame of righteous wrath,
Give me a soul to feel thee and follow in thy path!
Save me from selfish virtue, arm me for fearless fight,
And give me strength to carry on, a soldier of the Right!
Famous Angry Poems
We hope that these famous angry poems help you realize that being angry is a waste of time. And, at times, you are the only one hurting since the person you are furious at is unaware of your sentiments.
May these anger poems by famous poets inspire you to overcome any problems you may be having before they reach a boiling point.
1. A Bird’s Anger
by William Henry Davies
A summer’s morning that has but one voice;
Five hundred stocks, like golden lovers, lean
Their heads together, in their quiet way,
And but one bird sings, of a number seen.
It is the lark, that louder, louder sings,
As though but this one thought possessed his mind:
‘You silent robin, blackbird, thrush, and finch,
I’ll sing enough for all your lazy kind!’
And when I hear him at this daring task,
‘Peace, little bird,’ I say, ‘and take some rest;
Stop that wild, screaming fire of angry song,
Before it makes a coffin of your nest.’
2. Against Scoffing and Calling Names
by Isaac Watts
Our tongues were made to bless the Lord,
And not speak ill of men:
When others give a railing word,
We must not rail again.
Cross words and angry names require
To be chastised at school;
And he’s in danger of hell-fire
That calls his brother fool.
But lips that dare be so profane
To mock, and jeer, and scoff
At holy things, or holy men,
The Lord shall cut them off.
When children, in their wanton play,
Served old Elisha so,
And bade the prophet go his way,
“Go up, thou bald head, go!”
God quickly stopped their wicked breath;
And sent two raging bears,
That tore them limb from limb to death,
With blood, and groans, and tears.
Great God! What a terrible art thou
To sinners e’er so young:
Grant me thy grace, and teach me how
To tame and rule my tongue.
3. Inarticulate Grief
by Richard Aldington
Let the sea beat its thin torn hands
In anguish against the shore,
Let it moan
Between headland and cliff;
Let the sea shriek out its agony
Across waste sands and marshes,
And clutch great ships,
Tearing them plate from steel plate
In reckless anger;
Let it break the white bulwarks
Of harbour and city;
Let it sob and scream and laugh
In a sharp fury,
With white salt tears
Wet on its writhen face;
Ah! let the sea still be mad
And crash in madness among the shaking rocks—
For the sea is the cry of our sorrow.
4. To His Angry God
by Robert Herrick
Through all the night
Thou dost me fright,
And hold ’st mine eyes from sleeping;
And day by day,
My cup can say
My wine is mix’d with weeping.
Thou dost my bread
With ashes knead
Each evening and each morrow;
Mine eye and ear
Do see and hear
The coming in of sorrow.
Thy scourge of steel,
Ah me! I feel
Upon me beating ever:
While my sick heart
With dismal smart
Is disacquainted never.
Long, long, I’m sure,
This can’t endure,
But in short time ’twill please Thee,
My gentle God,
To burn the rod,
Or strike so as to ease me.
by Charles and Mary Lamb
Anger in its time and place
May assume a kind of grace.
It must have some reason in it,
And not last beyond a minute.
If to further lengths it goes,
It does into malice grow.
‘Tis the difference that we see
‘Twixt the serpent and the bee.
If the latter you provoke,
It inflicts a hasty stroke,
Puts you to some little pain,
But it never stings again.
Close in tufted bush or brake
Lurks the poison-swelled snake
Nursing up his cherished wrath;
In the purlieus of his path,
In the cold, or in the warm,
Mean him good, or mean him harm,
Wheresoever fate may bring you,
The vile snake will always sting you.
6. Hatred and Vengeance, My Eternal Portion
by William Cowper
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
Scarce can endure delay of execution,
Wait, with impatient readiness, to seize my
Soul in a moment.
Damned below Judas: more abhorred than he was,
Who for a few pence sold his holy Master?
Twice betrayed Jesus me, this last delinquent,
Deems the profanest.
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me:
Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;
Therefore, hell keeps her ever hungry mouths all
Bolted against me.
Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors;
I’m called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence
Worse than Abiram’s.
Him the vindictive rod of angry justice
Sent quick and howling to the center headlong;
I, fed with judgment, in a fleshly tomb, am
Buried above ground.
7. The Fairies’ Siege
by Rudyard Kipling
I have been given my charge to keep
We’ll have I kept the same!
Playing with strife for the most of my life,
But this is a different game.
I’ll not fight against swords unseen,
Or spears that I cannot view
Hand him the keys of the place on your knees
‘Tis the Dreamer whose dreams come true!
Ask him his terms and accept them at once.
Quick, ere we anger him, go!
Never before have I flinched from the guns,
But this is a different show.
I’ll not fight with the Herald of God
(I know what his Master can do!)
Open the gate, he must enter in state,
‘Tis the Dreamer whose dreams come true!
I’d not give way for an Emperor,
I’d hold my road for a King
To the Triple Crown I would not bow down
But this is a different thing.
I’ll not fight with the Powers of Air,
Sentry, pass him through!
Drawbridge let fall, ’tis the Lord of us all,
The Dreamer whose dreams come true!
by Mary Tucker Lambert
AH! I could curse them in my woe,
E’en as the viper stings,
And to the heel that strikes it clings,
So, I could plant my blow.
Yes, I could pray that fell disease
Should torture them with pain-
That plague should fall in every rain,
Miasma taint each breeze.
That wealth should vanish, and the curse
Of poverty should reign;
That cries for bread should be in vain!
And always empty purse.
That friends should die, and every pride
Should vanish in a day;
‘Till even hope withdraws her ray,
And naught of joys abide.
Yes, I could whisper in the ear
Of one who loves to tell
Some fabrication, dark as hell,
As scandal loves to hear.
Revenge is sweet; I could invent
Full many a thousand way,
That would my heartfelt wrongs repay,
Could they my soul content.
But could I go to sleep in peace,
And could I dream of heaven-
Could I e’er hope to be forgiven
When death came to release?
Revenge is sweet to those who live;
But when we think of death-
The ebbing of this life-tide breath-
‘Tis sweeter to forgive.
9. Check and Counter-Check
by Madison Julius Cawein
Vent all your coward’s wrath
Upon me so! –
Yes, I have crossed your path
And will not go!
Storm at me hate, and name
Me all that’s vile,
“Lust,” “filth,” “disease,” and “shame,”
I only smile.
Me brute rage cannot hurt,
It only flings
In your own eyes blind dirt
That bites and stings.
Rave at your like such whine,
This wrath! – great God! and mine! –
What is it then?
No words! no oaths! such hate
As devils smile
When raw success cries “wait!”
A woman I and ill,
You wearied of, would kill,
And you – a man!
You, you – unnamable!
A thing there’s not,
Too base to burn in Hell,
Too vile to rot.
10. Anger Affords a Weapon to Him Who Seeks One
Anger affords a weapon to him who seeks one.
Rage changes whatever it carries into a javelin.
Anger arms us all.
When a ferocious right hand rages for blood, all things can serve as a spear’s point.
Rage converts whatever is carried into a deadly spear.
Short Angry Poems
Motivating your ideas is the most effective technique to control your fury. Here are some short poems about anger to assist you keep calm in such moments. Please share these anger poems with others as well.
1. How Blind!
by Walter de la Mare
How blind ’twas to be harsh, I know —
And to be harsh to thee;
To let one hour in anger, go,
And unforgiven be!
And now — O idiot tongue to dart
That venomed fang, nor heed
Not thine but mine the stricken heart
Shall never cease to bleed.
2. Time’s Lesson
by Emily Dickinson
Mine enemy is growing old, —
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge, —
Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
’T is starving makes it fat.
3. The Muse’s Mirror
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Early one day, the Muse, when eagerly bent on adornment,
Follow’d a swift-running streamlet, the quietest nook by it seeking.
Quickly and noisily flowing, the changeful surface distorted
Ever her moving form; the goddess departed in anger.
Yet the stream call’d mockingly after her, saying: “What, truly!
Wilt thou not view, then, the truth, in my mirror so clearly depicted?”
But she already was far away, on the brink of the ocean,
In her figure rejoicing, and duly arranging her garland.
by Siegfried Sassoon
October’s bellowing anger breaks and cleaves
The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves
For battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feud
Of outraged men. Their lives are like the leaves
Scattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blown
Along the westering furnace flaring red.
O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,
The burden of your wrongs is on my head.
5. Old Person of Bangor
by Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Bangor,
Whose face was distorted with anger;
He tore off his boots, and subsisted on roots,
That borascible Person of Bangor.
6. God’s Anger Without Affection
by Robert Herrick
God when He’s angry here with anyone,
His wrath is free from perturbation;
And when we think His looks are sour and grim,
The alteration is in us, not Him.
7. Crossing XVI
by Rabindranath Tagore
You came to my door in the dawn and sang; it angered me to be awakened from sleep, and you went away unheeded.
You came in the noon and asked for water; it vexed me in my work, and you were sent away with reproaches.
You came in the evening with your flaming torches.
You seemed to me like a terror and I shut my door.
Now in the midnight I sit alone in my lampless room and call you back whom I turned away in insult.
8. God in Wrath
by Stephen Crane
A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With thunderous blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
All people came running.
The man screamed and struggled,
And bit madly at the feet of the god.
The people cried,
“Ah, what a wicked man!”
“Ah, what a redoubtable god!”
9. Anger & Wrath My Bosom Rends
by William Blake
Anger & Wrath my bosom rends
I thought them the Errors of friends
But all my limbs with warmth glow
I find them the Errors of the foe
10. To His Friend to Avoid Contention of Words
by Robert Herrick
Words beget anger; anger brings forth blows;
Blows make of dearest friend’s immortal foes.
For which prevention, sociate, let there be
Betwixt us two no more logomachy.
Far better ’twere for either to be mute,
Then for to murder friendship by dispute.
I Am Angry Poems
If you’re having trouble regulating your anger and looking for remedies on Google, these poems will undoubtedly come in handy. Anger never solves problems; in fact, becoming angry and falling into a passion makes matters worse! May these I am angry poems remind you to let your anger go.
1. I Am Angry
by Michael Rosen
I am angry
angry, angry, angry
I’m so angry I’ll jump up and down
I’ll roll on the ground
Make a din
Make you spin
Pull out my hair
Throw you in the air
Pull down posts
Hunt for ghosts
Pull up trees
Rattle the radiators
Cut down flowers
Bring down towers
Bang all the bones
Wake up stones
Shake the tiles
Stop all smiles
Mash up names
Grind up games
Make giants run
Terrify the sun
Turn the sky red
And then go to bed.
2. I Am Angry
by scarlet x Stone
I get so angry, it burns me deep inside,
And I scream out my pain and then just want to hide.
But why am I this way? Why do I carry so much pain?
Why do I feel that I have gone insane?
It is because I was abused and that hurts me so deep.
It is because this secret so many years I had to keep.
It is because I turned to addictions to get me through.
It is because I know that evil exists in you.
It is because I was too small to ever fight.
It is because I didn’t know it was wrong, I just thought it was right.
It is because I was manipulated and controlled.
It is because as a child, I never told.
It is because I never questioned why.
It is because I became too weak that I wanted to die.
It is because what you did to me still lives on.
And it is because I can’t see a day that you will be gone.
3. A Poison Tree
by William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath; my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
4. To My Enemy
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Let those who will of friendship sing,
And to its guerdon grateful be,
But I am lyric garland bring
To crown thee, O, my enemy!
Thanks, endless thanks, to thee I owe
For that my lifelong journey through
Thine honest hate has done for me
What love perchance had failed to do.
I had not scaled such weary heights
But that I held thy scorn in fear,
And never keenest lure might match
The subtle goading of thy sneer.
Thine anger struck from me a fire
That purged all dull content away,
Our mortal strife to me has been
Unflagging spur from day to day.
And thus, while all the world may laud
The gifts of love and loyalty,
I lay my meed of gratitude
Before thy feet, my enemy!
5. Stop Me!
by Amos Russel Wells
Stop me, good people! Don’t you see
My temper is running away with me?
Help, Master Commonsense! Are you afraid?
Good Mistress Prudence, come to my aid!
Stop me, Conscience! Stop me, I pray!
My temper, my temper is running away!
Dear Brother Kindness, snatch after the reins!
Help, or my temper will dash out my brains!
Help, or I’ll get a terrible fall!
Help, Shame, Caution, Love, Wisdom, and all!
6. I’M So Angry
by ary bolanos
I’m so angry I want to strangle someone
I’m so angry I can’t think right
I’m so angry I want to fight
I’m so angry I don’t like the night
I’m so angry that I’m not bright
I’m so angry I want to explode
I’m so angry love is nothing to me
I’m so angry I will never feel happiness
I’m so angry I will never feel sadness
I’m so angry I’m filled with this strangeness
I’m so angry I’m filled with this loneliness
I’m so angry love is nothing to me
7. I Am an Angry Bird
by Tang Trevor
Over 50 million brothers are
all over the world,
being dragged to the right angle,
without giving a word.
They make mistakes and mistakes,
which are again and again without rest.
We just swoop to the sticks,
just like keeping fail in the test.
We have felt, I feel painful.
You play still, it is unrespectful.
You just keep on doing this,
I must give you a hiss. We have felt, I feel painful.
You play still, it is unrespectful.’
This makes a bird angry,
buy you think I’m funny.
8. Angry at You!
by Emma Jane Rae
My eyes feel so heavy,
from a distinct lack of sleep,
i get in bed lay as still as a corpse,
then i feel my eyes begin to weep,
you buzzing about,
constantly on my mind,
searching for answeres,
I know I’ll never find,
my eyes so puffy and swollen,
from all the tears that i have cried,
so many questions,
I feel like my brain has been fried,
how could that thing,
be worth more than any of us?
yes, I am upset,
and damn right I’ll make a fuss,
think you can waltz back in,
and take anything you choose?
you’ve picked me on the wrong day,
for today I only have a short fuse,
see when you were at home,
it was great to have a mum so hip,
but you’re just a cheating b*tch,
oops, sorry did I let that slip?
Yes, I am very hurt and angry at you,
but I won’t tell you to your face,
your nothing but a scumbag,
a complete and utter waste of space,
you had everything from me,
my love, respect, affection,
but you no longer give me,
that satisfying motherly protection,
I wish I could wipe my memory clean,
or wake up in the morning,
and this will all have been a bad dream!
Angry Poems about Family
Anger may harm our relationships, professions, and even our health. There are several strategies to handle anger in our life, but truly grasping and regulating this feeling is difficult.
Reading angry poems about family and sharing them with other family members is one method to deal with it. In fact, here are some poems about being angry.
by H. P. Nichols
When a child is cross and angry,
Never must her voice be heard;
Only to herself most softly
May she say this simple word,
“Lead us not into temptation;”
That will angry thoughts remove,
Make her calm and still and gentle,
With a spirit full of love.
2. Let Dogs Delight to Bark and Bite
by Isaac Watts
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For ’tis their nature too.
But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other’s eyes.
3. The Tone of Voice
by Anisha Sipporah
It’s not so much what you say
As the manner in which you say it;
It’s not so much the language you use
As the tone in which you convey it.
“Come here!” I sharply said,
As the child cowered and wept.
“Come here.” I said. He looked and smiled
And straight into my lap he crept.
Words may be mild and fair
But the tone may pierce like a dart;
Words may be soft as the summer air
But the tone may break my heart;
For words come from the mind, grow by study and art
But the tone leaps from the inner self,
Revealing the state of the heart.
Whether you know it or not,
Whether you mean it, or care,
Gentleness, kindness, love and hate,
Envy, and anger are there.
Then would you quarrels avoid
And peace and love rejoice?
Keep anger not only out of your words
Keep it out of your voice.
4. Rich Boy’s Christmas
by Ellis Parker Butler
And now behold this sulking boy,
His costly presents bring no joy;
Harsh tears of anger fill his eye
Tho’ he has all that wealth can buy.
What profits it that he employs
His many gifts to make a noise?
His playroom is so placed that he
Can cause his folks no agony.
5. The Father
by Muriel Stuart
The evening found us whom the day had fled,
Once more in bitter anger, you and I,
Over some small, some foolish, trivial thing
Our anger would not decently let die,
But dragged between us, shamed and shivering
Until each other’s taunts we scarcely heard,
Until we lost the sense of all we said,
And knew not who first spoke the fatal word.
It seemed that even every kiss we wrung
We killed at birth in shuddering and hate,
As if we feared a thing too passionate.
However close we clung
One hour, the next hour found us separate,
Estranged, and love most bitter on our tongue.
Tonight, we quarreled over one small head,
Our fruit of last year’s maying, the white bud
Blown from our stormy kisses and the dead
First rapture of our wild, unhappy blood.
You clutched him; there was panther in your eyes,
We breathed like beasts in thickets; on the wall
Our shadows swelled in frustrate tyrannies,
The room grew dark with anger, yet through all
The shame and hurt and pity of it you were
Still strangely and imperishably dear,
Behind the tempest hung the rainbow’s thrall.
I said, “My son shall wear his father’s sword.”
You said, “Shall hands once rosy on my breast
Be stained with blood?” I answered with a word
More bitter, and your word, the bitterest,
Stung me to sudden anger, and I said,
“My son shall be no coward of his line
Because his mother fears!” You turned your head,
And your eyes grew implacable on mine.
And like a trodden snake you turned to meet
The foe with sudden hissing … then you smiled
And broke our life in pieces at my feet.
“Your child?” you said. “Your child? “
6. Love Between Brothers and Sisters
by Isaac Watts
Whatever Brawls disturb the Street,
There should be Peace at Home;
Where Sisters dwell and Brothers meet,
Quarrels should never come.
Birds in their little Nests agree;
And ’tis a shameful Sight,
When Children of one Family
Fall out, and chide and fight.
Hard Names at first, and threatening Words,
That are but noisy Breath,
May grow to Clubs and naked Swords;
To Murder and to Death.
The Devil tempts one Mother’s Son
To rage against another,
So wicked Cain was hurry’d on
Till he had kill’d his brother.
The Wife will make their Anger cool,
At least before ’tis Night;
But in the Bosom of a Fool
It burns till Morning-light.
Pardon, O LORD, our childish Rage,
Our little Brawls remove;
That as we grow to riper Age,
Our Hearts may all be Love.
7. Always My Father but Never My Dad
I’m sorry you missed out when I went to school for the first time,
And you didn’t have me tell you that you were all mine.
I’m sorry you weren’t there to take me to the mall,
And you weren’t there to tell me I have to stand tall.
Sorry you weren’t the one I saw when I came home that day
Or the one I’d run to when I had a bad day.
I’m sorry you didn’t hear me write these; you’d have been so proud,
And you weren’t there to lift me up on a cloud.
Sorry you weren’t there to tell me there’s nothing to fear,
But then again you should have been here.
I’m sorry you weren’t the one to teach me to ride a bike,
Or the one who took me on my first ride.
I’m sorry you weren’t the one who carried me on his back.
That was my other daddy, the one I actually had!
Or the one who held me tight when strength is what I lacked.
I’m sorry you weren’t the one to hold me when I cried
Or tell me I did great when I really tried.
I’m sorry you were never there to teach me how to cook
Or there at night to read me my favorite book,
I’m sorry me as a daughter is what you never had.
You will always be my father, but you will never be my dad.
by Anna L. Harman
Like the sea and the sky,
We reflect each other, you and I.
Past the moon and the stars,
You promised you loved me that far.
Now all the lies you’ve told
Have burrowed a hole deep inside my soul.
All those memories we share,
All that pain I cannot bear.
You broke my heart
Finding pleasure in tearing me apart.
Because of you, my happiness never lasts.
Because of you, I can only find darkness in my past.
You broke me down,
Left me collapsed in agony upon the ground.
You broke every promise that you ever made,
But still for your sins I must be the one who pays.
You stole my innocence that very day,
Leaving me no other choice but to walk away.
9. I Needed You
by Angie M Flores
When I was sad and depressed,
I needed you to be cheer me up.
Instead, I drank till I was numb enough not to feel anything.
When everyone was attacking me and putting me down, making me feel so low,
I needed you to be the one to defend me and be on my side.
Instead, I endured all the cruel words and criticism the world threw at me.
When I lost all my friends and had no one,
I needed you to be that only friend I had left.
Instead, I experienced what the word “friendless” really meant.
When I was scared and frightened,
I needed you to be my security blanket.
Instead, I had to live in fear.
When I was angry and full of rage,
I needed you to calm me down.
Instead, I kept it all bottled up inside.
When I felt so lonely and needed someone to care,
I needed you to hold me tight and never let me go.
Instead, I grew up alone with no one to turn to.
When I was hurt and in pain,
I needed you to come running with you healing ways.
Instead, I remained scarred and bruised.
When I would inflict self-torture, wanting to die,
I needed you to stop me and tell me how important I was.
Instead, I hid my scars and became oblivious to everyone.
When I would cry myself to sleep at night,
I needed you to wipe the tears away.
Instead, I held my pillow tight while never-ending tears streamed down my face.
When my world was crashing down on me,
I needed you to be the one I ran to.
Instead, I locked myself in my room in complete despair.
When I felt unloved,
I needed you to tell me how much you loved me.
Instead, I learned the words “I love you” are meaningless.
10. How Do You Call Yourself a Mom?
Looking in your eyes
Tells me something’s wrong.
Never began to realize
You’ve neglected for so long.
It seems you’re never there,
You never really try,
And every time I want to be with you
You make up stupid lies.
I feel as if
I’m just your friend,
That you hate being around,
So don’t pretend.
Don’t say you love me
With that dreadful tone.
It doesn’t make sense
Why you never answer your phone.
It’s pathetic to know
You had three daughters,
But you have nothing to do with any of them;
That truly makes me wonder.
Sure, our family has had problems,
But not that bad that you can ignore,
So, if you expect me to stick around,
I’ll walk right out of the door.
You wonder why I live with dad.
At least he does try.
Daddy has always cared about me.
Do you know how much this makes me cry?
I feel like you’re dead
Because you’re never there.
You’re dead to me.
How is that fair?
I have never done anything to hurt you,
And your boyfriend comes before me?
That’s bull crap, Mom.
Pay attention to me.
It’s always poor, poor, pitiful you.
You always have problems.
You tell me your troubles
Like I’m supposed to stop them?
You used to call every day
Just to see how I was doing.
Now it’s like you don’t own a phone
As my emotions are brewing.
It’s so hard not to cry
Knowing my mother is barely around.
I see girls so close their mothers,
But it’s as if mine is already in the ground.
Do you ever cry over me, Mom?
Do you ever stop and wonder?
About how I am doing?
You’re just a silent thunder.
I hate loving you.
There’s no point if it’s not returned.
My sisters hate it too.
I feel like my skin is in a blazing fire being burned.
Trying to smile
When I’m with you, never seem to faze me.
You were always the “cool mom”
But now you don’t care about me.
So now when you need me,
I hope you know I won’t be here.
I hope one day you read this
And it brings a world of fear.
I don’t want your hugs
And fake understanding.
I want a mom
Who is never-ending?
I’m sorry, Mom,
But I gotta say
I’ll always love you
But never look my way!
Angry Poems about Life
Anger is an emotion that we all experience; the difference is how we respond to it. Read this collection of anger poems about life to remind yourself not to lose your temper and to learn techniques to regulate any anger you may feel.
1. Anger Is Poison
by mamutty Chola
As per Buddha you are not punished for your anger
But certainly, your anger will punish you in life
It is fact, anger is like cancer in our life
The relation between anger and man is infinite
To have a control over your anger is a must
Anger affects all aspects of life, if not kept under check
Mostly anger is genetic and heridetry
Cannot be eradicated but can be controlled
Anger isa curse both on human and animals
Have been responsible for untold human miseries
It is not confined to human but found in animal as well
Provocation, injustice and ill-treatment are reasons for anger
Anger is like poison which you take for others mistakes
Anger as strategy to reform loved ones is considered as positive
Persons prone to anger to be handled with love, empathy and patience
All religions lay emphasis to exercise restraint on anger as divine message.
2. The Futility of Anger
by John Sensele
Manage your anger tantrums before wrath consumes
The lifestyle you treasure
Which in essence assumes
You can swap anger bouts for clouts of leisure.
Manage your anger before wrath chokes
The breath and wealth of life to death
When chimes on clocks
Advise anger carries no inherent worth.
Manage your anger tantrums before you commit
A crime beyond redemption
As you pout and procrastinate to admit
Lack of morals and merits in your anger mission.
Manage your anger before wrath repels
Folks on whom you rely for assistance
When anger casts you into loneliness spells
As friends no longer condone your anger insistence, petulance and persistence.
by Maas Weerawansa
Anger an emotion like joy or fear at its worst could lead to tear
Escalates physical symptoms in a hurry
From mild annoyance to vengeful fury
It comes to you as an unfamiliar stranger Warning you least of its danger It is your inner voice of self-respect One that prompts humans what to expect
Anger comes to you as no surprise Sometimes making you pay a very price More than the usual once or twice Before you understand its guise
Standing in a queue you are in a hurry Makes you impatient and makes you worry It brings to light all your pent-up rage A thing that rightfully belongs in a cage
You fly off the handle and anger become invincible Realizing not your action stubborn and unreasonable It provokes fury to a height uncontrollable A thing with a little patience very reversible
In Anger you may be the quiet one Withdrawing yourself from all the fun Sullen as you sulk and surrender Leaving others behind to wonder
At times you unreasonably protest Never bothering to let matters rest Deal with issues at your very best It could mean a lot it could be a test
One final word to you I wish to say to lose yourself in anger does not pay Your anger hide it before you go astray in time you will win and make anger go away
Change your attitude let anger go away Try your very best to keep anger at bay Think positive handle anger right Let not anger control you without a fight
Anger could cause you plenty of trouble It could cause your life to be horrible It could bring a lot of fear in your heart It could break you and tear you apart
Do not let anger be your friend It may not leave you till the very end Express not things that look absurd It’s best you do not utter a word
Do not let anger with you tag along It could make your life all wrong It could lead you to a lot of sorrow Anger has no future no tomorrow
Live not your life in anger’s terms It thrives on hatred and germs Anger inside could be wrong and evil It’s the destructive weapon of the devil
4. Angry World
by Lyn Paul
It’s an angry world right now
Everyone is fighting with words
The blame game has begun
Politicians are all pointing
Their lengthy fingers
That will always hold money
They thrive on the power
Of being a so-called politician
They are not seeing
It’s a huge world
They are all elected to make the world a better place
It is just not happening.
5. Angry Words Hurt
by Fay Slimm
Diamond hard with sharp and bladey edge, at each thrust
As anger twists the fiery words’ serrated steel,
It undertakes to bring its victim to the dust.
Anger achieves, but leave anger well alone.
Fury hurts most those whom to fury are prone.
6. Depression Is Angry Again
by Amy Louise Kerswell
Depression is raging.
In the mist of its anger.
It eats my happiness.
Fasting on my sadness.
Depression has its hold on me.
Throwing me into despair.
Making me more and more insane
As my mind it drains.
Depression will take me all the more
It doesn’t care so long as it has its hit.
It hates me every single bit.
Every day it kills me a bit more.
It won’t stop till it’s had its frill
It won’t stop till it’s got me dead.
by Bob Gibson
Alone, there is no one here, to hear my ‘. cry
I’m angry! this is the reason why!
I stand alone in my place of birth,
This God forsaken place on earth!
What do I know, what have I been taught?
So many years and I still have naught
What have I missed; can I connect?
Is it my teaching or neglect!
I don’t blame those people, that brought me up
God! they lived through humiliations cup!
This legacy of today
there must have been a better way
I’m Just a Guy who’s done his best!
So, bugger you an all the rest!
8. Once I Saw Mountains Angry
by Stephen Crane
Once I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Aye, he was no bigger than my finger.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
“Will he prevail?”
“Surely,” replied this other;
“His grandfather’s beat them many times.”
Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers.
At least, for the little man
Who stood against the mountains?
9. An Angry Sea
by Patricia Grantham
As the sea rose up and down wind and tempest tossed
Hands on board began to shout we’ll be forever lost
The captain of the wavering ship began to take a stance
Set the sails and man the helms there’ll be no other chance
Sea waves became so violent as if they had no fear
Some sailors manned the front and others covered the rear
The ship began rocking to and fro on top of the rugged sea
None could ever have imagined how an angry sea could be
They said to one another we must act quickly to be saved
Fear began to grip some then others soon ranted and raved
Water began to rush in and covered the deck round about
We must all abandon ship and they soon began to bail out
They threw their rafts into the water and shouted with a roar
Then jumped overboard and stuck together then soon began to oar
Their ship began to waver and started very slowly to sink
The Lord of the Seas had spoken as they all began to think
10. The Angry People
by Barry Middleton
these are the angry people
they claim they were cheated
the tax man was a thief
their life was brought to grief
and yet their wealth is great
they are afraid of shadows
their soul is a tree of death
its only fruit is hatred
that brings death back to them
they claim a bitter god
in spring they dream of war
at dawn they watch the news
and as the day subsides
they appreciate the view
and take a lavish meal
they lock the door at night
a gun is by their side
they jump at every sound
and what the night may hide
they believe deception’s plan
Angry Poems about Love
Anger is such a terrible emotion that it may ruin or permanently harm love connections, leading to negative repercussions or life catastrophes. Angry poems about love, on the other hand, instruct us on how to manage such fires while still keeping the dignity and self-respect of our loved ones.
by Ruby Archer
He came in ruddy anger, and he flung
Quick, deeply-stabbing words, nor measured wounds,
Nor minded if a loving heart were stung.
My sobs uprose. I pressed them back to bounds.
Oh, could he know, his briefest look unkind
Were more than ample punishment to find, —
Reserve alone had all my bosom wrung.
2. A Lover’s Anger
by Matthew Prior
As Cloe came into the Room t’other Day,
I peevish began; Where so long cou’d You stay?
In your Life-time You never regarded your Hour:
You promis’d at Two; and (pray look Child) ’tis Four.
A Lady’s Watch needs neither Figures nor Wheels:
‘Tis enough, that ’tis loaded with Baubles and Seals.
A Temper so heedless no Mortal can bear
Thus far I went on with a resolute Air.
Lord blesses Me! said She; let a Body but speak:
Here’s an ugly hard Rose-Bud fall’n into my Neck:
It has hurt Me, and next Me to such a degree
See here; for You never believe Me; pray see,
On the left Side my Breast what a Mark it has made.
So, saying, her Bosom She careless displayed.
That Seat of Delight I with Wonder survey’d;
And forgot ev’ry Word I design’d to have said.
by Elinor Wylie
Let us quarrel for these reasons:
You detest the salt which seasons
My speech. . . and all my lights go out
In the cold poison of your doubt.
I love Shelley. . . you love Keats
Something parts and something meets.
I love salads. . . you love chops;
Something goes and something stops.
Something hides its face and cries;
Something shivers; something dies.
I love blue ribbons brought from fairs;
You love sitting splitting hairs.
I love truth, and so do you. . .
Tell me, is it truly true?
4. Lip-Stick Liz
by Robert William Service
Oh Lip-Stick Liz was in the biz, That’s the oldest known in history;
She had a lot of fancy rags; of her form she made no myst’ry.
She had a man, a fancy man, His name was Alexander,
And he used to beat her up because he couldn’t understand her.
Now Lip-Stick Liz she loved her man and she couldn’t love no other
So, when she saw him with a Broadway Blonde, her rage she could not smother.
She saw him once and she saw him twice but the third time nearly crazed her,
So, she walked bang into a hardware store, and she bought a brand-new razor.
Now Lip-Stick Liz, she trailed them two for she was tired of weeping;
She trailed them two, in a flash hotel and there she found them sleeping;
So, she gashed them once and she gashed them twice Their ju’lar veins to sever,
And the bright blood flowed like a brook between. And their lives were gone forever.
Now Lip-Stick Liz went to the p’lice and sez she: “Me hands are gory,
And you’ll put me away in a deep dark cell When once you’ve heard me story.”
So, they’ve put her away in a deep dark cell, until her life be over
And what is the moral of the whole damn show, I wish I could discover.
5. Female Revenge
by James McIntyre
I heard Bill say to-day, Mary,
That you are a charming fairy,
And that to town he’d give you drive,
But just as sure as you’re alive,
He does intend to have the bliss,
Of stealing from your lips, a kiss.
I’ll let him drive me now, Jane,
His efforts they will all be vain,
I hate him, and I him defy,
And anger flashed from her eye,
The monster’s wiles I will defeat,
Peck of strong onions I will eat.
Someday you will cry for me
Like I cried for you.
Someday you’ll miss me
Like I missed you.
Someday you’ll need me
Like I needed you.
Someday you’ll love me,
But I won’t love you.
I’m tired of your apologies,
I’m tired of your lies.
You’ve left me feeling empty,
Ready to say goodbye.
I’ve given you, my heart.
I’ve given you, my soul.
I’m tired of feeling empty,
Just once more to feel whole.
Show me you love me,
Whole-heartedly and undoubtedly
Give me reason to believe
That we were meant to be.
Give me hope and understanding.
These are just some of what I need.
I’m drowning in a feeling
That what we had may be gone,
But I’m praying that feeling is wrong.
I’m tired of your apologies.
I’m tired of your lies.
Please give it all you’ve got before I say goodbye.
8. When We
by Dana Schwartz
When all we hear are the empty promises and lies
That leave behind broken hearts and shattered lives,
When trust is gone and hope is lost,
What are we fighting for and who really pays the cost?
When you tell us you’re sorry but you do it again,
Why do we believe you, why do we keep giving in?
When we finally realize we made a mistake,
It’s too late, we’ve sealed our fate.
9. Painful Memories
by Mary Grace Sabucdalao
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain you engraved inside.
I want to shout; I want to cry.
Why can’t I tell you goodbye?
I want to let you go, but I couldn’t do.
I want to forget you, but I’ve always thought of all that we’ve been through.
I want to move on, I want to feel free,
But these aches will never leave me be.
I feel bad and a lot of pain.
It slowly makes me feel insane.
Painful memories flashing back like a video recorded scene.
It feels like I’ve fallen from the sky like the rain.
10. Forget Forgiving!
by Erica Mclean
You say it doesn’t matter.
It’s all in the past.
You never see my pain.
It’s behind a mask.
You say to forgive and forget.
I’m going to make the day you met me
A day you’ll regret.
Get out of my mind.
Get out of my sight.
Stop begging. Don’t say please.
You’re not the best.
You’re like all the rest.
I don’t want a memory,
All you did was lie and cheat.
Memories get in my way.
I wish someone could ease the pain.
It’s time to let go and forget everything.
You said you loved me; I doubt it was true.
All I want to do is forget you!
Get out of my mind.
Get out of my sight.
Stop begging. Don’t say please.
You’re not the best.
You’re like all the rest.
You want me to forgive and forget.
I want to forgive you, but I’d rather forget you…
Why did I love you in the first place?
Get out of my face.
It’s not worth the pain.
Angry Poems about Friendship
Anger frequently elicits unreasonable responses. When this happens, we lose control of our reasoning abilities. When reason is removed from the equation, anger elevates conduct to the next level, and this is when anger becomes destructive.
You need angry poems about friendship if you want to keep your emotions in check. These I was angry with my friend poems will definitely help you out.
1. Anger’s Friend
by Adeline Foster
Is there a human, young or old?
Who has never felt frustration’s hold?
Ah yes, my child, you’ve felt it too,
For so had I, as young as you.
For as we walk and learn and strive,
Anger is part of being alive.
And someone will tell you the way they told me
That anger is sin, but don’t you believe.
Have you seen a robin chasing a crow?
Were you not angry, for did you not know,
That the crow stole her egg right out of her nest?
You shared her anger and that was the best
That you could do for that poor mother bird.
The world’s full of injustice, I know you have heard.
Ah, now remember the day we had planned
A trip to the beach to play in the sand,
But you woke in the morning to the sound of the rain
Out on the roof-top and on each window pane.
How angry you were to think that it could
Rain on the beach as well as the woods.
Now, as you grow older, soon you will find
That you can feel anger of another kind.
You’ll be angry at those who find fault with you
When you think that you’ve done the best you can do.
You’ll be angry at me when I’m angry at you,
Or when I make you do what you don’t want to do,
When I have to teach you and don’t know what to do
To help you to see it’s important to you.
So, I’m angry at you and I’m angry at me,
For all I can do is stand there helplessly.
Or maybe I’ll yell, I might even scream,
For that moment my hope is as lost as it seems.
Then, you may acquiesce because that is your love
Till someday you’ll know what I’m speaking of.
And because you know that anger’s not sin
We’ll be able to make up again and again.
So never fear the feelings we have
Or deny that you feel what all of us have.
Make friends with anger and, like you and I,
You’ll be able to reason and understand why.
Say, “Anger, my friend, come rushing in.
Tell me your tale that we may begin
To discuss and subdue it into a sigh.”
For anger is fleeting when recognized.
2. Walk Away
by Mili Jain
I watch you walk away from me,
And the tears start to fall.
I ask myself a million times,
How did we lose it all?
For the first time I had no words
That to you I could say.
I cling to old memories
And I watch you walk away.
I just don’t want to let you go,
But inside I know I must.
My heart’s whimpering with pain,
But it’s my mind I trust.
There’s confusion around me,
There’s numbness in my heart,
But looking at you walk away
My world just fell apart.
If only I could handle it
And bear to just say,
I’d use my breath and say the words:
Don’t Walk Away!
3. Just Like
by Katherine Ayala
Just like a glass
my heart is broken
Just like a star
you light up my life
Just like a rose
that blooms its beauty
Just like the rain
that never stops crying
Just like another human being
you let go of me
Just like others
you broke my heart
Just like clouds
you are soft
Just like bullets
that you shot into my heart
4. This Is Our End
by Jessica A. Phillipi
You can stand there and smile; you can sit there and laugh,
but you can’t trick me; I know it’s a mask.
You’re trying to lie to me and everyone else,
but why is it that you’re lying to yourself?
You can calmly sit there and try to look cool,
but I know your emotions, and I know you’re a fool.
I know inside you your feelings rage.
The suspense builds with the turn of a page.
By day you’re one person, by night another,
and neither of them have anything to do with each other.
I’ve watched you sink farther from your heart,
and all of this just tears me apart.
I sit here and cry, for you, not for me.
What you’ve become I wish you could see.
No words could I use to help me explain
what it does to me to see you in pain.
You’re not there anymore, my dearest friend.
I hate to say this but this is our end
by Tamara K. McCully
The relationship between two friends
Is more than you can hold in your hands
It feels like it could never break
Or someone could ever take
Then suddenly like the break of dawn
Someone else comes along
Then the relationship bends so much that it breaks apart
And soon it breaks a heart.
6. Liar, Liar
by Addison Miller
We were best friends, or so I had thought,
But why, I’ve seemed to forgot.
I gave you trust and friendship,
And in return you ruined our relationship.
I know I messed up and made my mistakes,
And one major one was not knowing my friends were such big fakes.
You think you’ve got it bad,
Well honey you don’t know what you had.
You say everything’s my fault,
Look in a mirror, girl, and see your own ugliness,
And see how, without you, I am in pure happiness.
Take a look at your own happiness and see how it’s declining.
You blame me for what people say,
But I can’t keep the truth at bay.
You’re hated, despised,
And about to meet your own demise.
That disgusting smile you wear,
Would make your own mother’s heart tear.
You’re hateful and disgusting and waiting to betray someone,
Now you’re by yourself on that lonely run.
Even female dogs are more loyal than you,
And I hope your black ice-cold heart breaks in two.
I always thought you beautiful, because I had thought you different,
But you proved me wrong.
Right or wrong,
You’re going to go to where you truly belong.
I hope you think before you open your lying mouth.
7. Nobody’s Perfect, right?
by Valerie M. Cole
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on you.
You wanted to be right, but I forced you to be wrong,
now you’re packing, saying, alright then, I’m gone.
Because of my actions you don’t want to talk,
So, I’m chewing on my harsh words like a piece of chalk.
It hurt me when you through your love in my face,
but now I’m backing up and giving you space.
So now I look out the window hoping you wouldn’t leave,
crying inside because you were home for me.
8. Forever Gone
by Audrey Freeman
I don’t know what I did wrong,
what made you hate me so,
you stood by my side and promised you’d stay long.
In my heart I knew it was all a show.
you were fun to talk to,
I told you a lot of secrets and a lot of lies.
it was so hard to stay strong,
when everything was so wrong,
with the rumors you spread about me.
don’t know what I did,
or even what I didn’t do,
but it’s time to say goodbye,
for that was God’s decision.
nothing lasts forever.
Angry Poems by Anonymous
These calming angry poems by anonymous will soothe both children’s and adults’ tempers. When you have these poems to help you deal with the wrath, you won’t need a lot of coffee.
1. Words and Tones
It is not so much what you say,
As the manner in which you say it;
It is not so much the language you use,
As the tones in which you convey it.
The words may be mild and fair,
And the tones may pierce like a dart;
The words may be soft as the summer air,
And the tones may break the heart.
For words come from the mind,
And grow by study and art;
But the tones leap forth from the inner self,
And reveal the state of the heart.
Whether you know it or not –
Whether you mean or care –
Gentleness, kindness, love and hate,
Envy and anger are there.
Then would you quarrels avoid,
And in peace and love rejoice
Keep anger not only out of your words,
But keep it out of your voice.
2. Let It Pass
Be not swift to take offence;
Let it pass!
Anger is a foe to sense;
Let it pass!
Brood not darkly o’er a wrong
Which will disappear erelong;
Bather sings this cheery song-
Let it pass!
Strife corrodes the purest mind;
Let it pass!
As the unregarded wind,
Let it pass!
Any vulgar souls that live
May condemn without reprieve;
’Tis the noble who forgive;
Let it pass!
Echo not an angry word;
Let it pass!
Think how often you have erred;
Let it pass!
Since our joys must pass away,
Like the dew-drops on the spray,
Wherefore should our sorrows stay?
Let it pass!
3. Angry Words
Angry words! O let them never
From the tongue unbridled slip;
May the heart’s best impulse ever
Check them, e’er they soil the lip.
Love is much too pure and holy,
Friendship is too sacred far,
For a moment’s reckless folly
Thus, to desolate and mar.
Angry words are lightly spoken,
Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred;
Brightest links of life are broken
By a single angry word.
4. Before the Sun Goes Down
Has anger any place today
In heart and mind?
Has malice prompted you to say?
What was not kind?
See how the sun is shining bright
In heaven above;
Oh, let him not go down tonight
On aught but love!
Have you been wronged in any way?
And so are cross?
Has some one injured you today,
And caused you loss?
The golden sun is sinking fast
Twill soon be night!
Forgive, and let your wrath be cast
Far out of sight!
What? someone else was in the wrong,
And the debt?
Well, never mind; show you are strong,
And can forget.
Look you how quickly fades the light;
It will not wait!
Quick, ere the sun goes down tonight,
And ’tis too late!
When I have lost my temper, I have lost my reason too.
I’m never proud of anything which angrily I do.
When I have talked in anger and my cheeks were flaming red,
I have always uttered something which I wish I hadn’t said.
In anger I have never done a kindly deed or wise,
But many things for which I felt I should apologize.
In looking back across my life, and all I’ve lost or made,
I can’t recall a single time when fury ever paid.
So, I struggle to be patient, for I’ve reached a wiser age;
I do not want to do a thing or speak a word in rage.
I have learned by sad experience that when my temper flies,
I never do a worthy thing, a decent deed or wise.
6. My Temper
Once I lost my temper,
Threw it quite aside,
Oh, I did not realize,
Part of me had died.
Oh, I did not realize,
That swift anger’s fire,
Burns the heart that reaches
Toward the sky — and higher.
Once I kept my temper,
When things tried my soul;
Kept it sweet and shining,
Wonderful and whole.
Then — and this is truthful —
All the way I trod,
Seemed to lead me brightly,
Toward the throne of God.
7. Delia Very Angry
Poh! did ever one see such a troublesome bear?
No, I will not get up from my seat now, I swear.
Lord! what can you mean by this pulling and teasing?
Sure, there’s nothing so bad as a man without reason!
Come, prithee be quiet! For God’s sake! See there!
Why, you spoil all my work and all tousle my hair?
You know it as well as myself do, or Nanny,
That this gown must be fitted by four. —Christ! how can ye?
It has put me already quite into a flurry.
Shuh! how can you do so, when one’s in a hurry?
It came but this morning, you saw it brought in:
Not an hour ago I had scarce stuck a pin.
‘Tis for passionate Mary, the minister’s maid.
When she gave me the stuff, did you hear what she said?
What wishes she wished, and what oaths too she took,
That she’d roast me to death (and you know she’s a cook)
If I was not precisely as good as my word:
For she goes to a burying. —Devil take ye! —O Lord!
Now, aren’t you ashamed? Well, observe what I say:
If I speak t’ ye again for six months (mark the day!),
May you call me a fool, sir, as long as I live!
Do you think one has nothing to do but forgive?
8. You’re No Friend of Mine
I need to figure myself out
I need time, I need space
But I hate being alone
I hate the silence
I hate your face
Look what you did to me
I’m a monster inside
Seems like there’s no ending
To let these emotions subside
I gave it a month, rather two
But this stuff keeps coming back
I thought we were through…
How could you,
How could you,
How could you?
Please, just shut up
You make me sick
Angry Poems in English
An emotionally intelligent individual is one who is able to regulate his emotions rather than allowing them to rule him. anger is one of the emotions that a person can express forcefully or in a more subdued manner, depending on his capacity to regulate or manage his inner anger.
If you wish to deal with this emotion, you’ll need angry poetry in English. Here are some really beautiful poems on anger in English that we have chosen for you.
1. Angry Words
by Theognis of Megara
Rash, angry words, and spoken out of season,
When passion has usurp’d the throne of reason,
Have ruin’d many. Passion is unjust,
And for an idle, transitory gust
Of gratified revenge, dooms us to pay
With long repentance at a later day.
2. Anger’s Name
by Randy McClave
I sat with my anger on the chair
We sat so long, I felt hatred so I said a prayer,
Then into space I began to stare
Thinking why was there rage and no care.
And there I sat mad and very angry,
To whoever that I met, or whoever I did see.
I sat with my anger now on the couch seat
No one did I want to see or greet,
I looked and I continually felt a defeat
With everyone that I passed or that I did meet.
I was angry at everyone that just said, “hi”,
I wished that they all would just instead cry.
I finally decided that I sat with my anger long enough
I was so tired of its lies and its bluff,
Anger made me very weak and it tough
I got so sick and tired of feeling this rough.
So, then I decided that I would try a grin,
I wasn’t going to allow my anger to win.
My anger wouldn’t give me no relief
It greedily stole my emotions just like a thief,
Then anger told me a secret in disbelief
And it made the story so very brief.
Because of anger I felt sadness and shame,
But then anger whispered that grief, was his real name.
3. Anger and Madness Are Brothers
by Qiniso Mogale
Anger and madness are relatives
Anger and madness are deadly twins
Anger and madness are brothers
Anger and madness have a very close
cousin called foolishness
They always accompany each other
The three are inseparable
The three follow each other everywhere.
Anger and madness are brothers
Anger and madness are deadly twins
Emotions and outbursts are trusted employees
They have destroyed many lives
They have wrecked promising relationships and countless marriages
They have brought down empires.
Anger and madness are brothers
Many a people fail to realise that anger is an expensive luxury
It is true that: ” Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret”…
That is why Ben Franklin said: “A man in a passion rides a mad horse”.
Yes, that is why Horace said: ” Anger is a short madness”.
4. Fucking Angry
by Darren Woods
Do you know how hard life is?? Do you want to know what keeps me going through this opaque life of mine?? ANGER. Pure, unadulterated Anger.
Anger is one of our life’s natural insulators. It is also an electrified energy we hoard.
It keeps us protected, keeps us alive and this Celtic heart of mine, it beats like a war drum.
Anger prevents life and all its negativity from getting too close.
What if I went and got myself healed? fixed? Would anger just leave me? Then my bright glowing light would burn out. And then I would fade.
5. Angry Women
by Prasetya Utama
Till up now
I didn’t understand yet
what she wants
what her thinking about me
what her feeling on me
that I only to know
is why she was angry?
as her mouth open
shoot many words
when I tired
just came from
my office journeys
6. To an Angry Sister
by Sranang Bromki
Sister, my sister
Why is it that you speak so loudly?
Is it your way to be noticed?
Or your way to make yourself count?
Tell me sister, who will listen?
Who will see?
The words coming out of your mouth
are only those of hatred and bitterness
turning the beautiful sight of you into an ugly one
Why my sister
Is it that you don’t care?
Is it your arrogance?
That you apparently seem to think is fine?
Is it your ignorance?
Which is obvious when you say those stupid things
Or is it just you being self-centered
Thinking that’s what the worlds looking for?
No, my lovely sister
Is that really all there’s to know about you?
Is that all you have to give?
I know better
You know better and guess what
The world knows better
So, lift yourself up sister
And finally, be proud of the queen you truly are!
7. Angry Storms
by Martine Kolber
There is no tomorrow
There were too many yesterdays
Shaken by angry storms
And break each other
In heaven’s smile
8. Of A Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean
by Jane Austen
Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean,
A gallant commander the victim is seen.
For promptitude, vigour, success, does he stand
Condemned to receive a severe reprimand!
To his foes I could wish a resemblance in fate:
That they, too, may suffer themselves, soon or late,
The injustice they warrent. But vain is my spite
They cannot so suffer who never do right.
9. Angry Storm
by Kim Barney
The storm is an angry lion;
With one hoarse, strident roar
He sends the small animals
Scurrying to shelter.
The gnashing of his teeth
Is a flash of sparks
That precedes the raucous
Rumble of his voice.
His nebulous mane is dark and dense,
A signal of his danger.
With an icy claw
He strikes and slashes the saplings,
Striving to evict his prey.
Failing in this,
He drenches their domain
With bitter tears of rage.
10. My Angry Cat
by Nizar Qabbani
You’re repeating yourself
for the twentieth time.
Is there another man in my life?
Yes. Yes. What did you think?
Even graveyards have visitors.
There are, my dear sir,
a lot of men out there,
and no garden is ever devoid of birds.
You’re just an experience I had,
and here I am,
tired and bored from this experience,
out from under your spell.
I’m cured of all
my weakness and gullibility.
Niceties do, after all, always end.
You love me!
There you go again,
dredging up all that ancient history.
And since when did you ever show
the slightest interest in me
outside the contour of my hips?
Where does this sudden gush of love come from?
I was never anything more
than a forsaken chair
among your expensive furniture,
a garden you chose to raze
without shame or repentance.
Why are you staring at my breasts?
as if you owned them?
And why do you weep as if you
stood before a lost kingdom?
Your glorious kingdom, dear sir,
has just crumbled.
There. I’ve settled my score
in an instant.
You tell me now
who’s losing the game.
I opened myself to you
like the Garden of Eden,
gave you all the sweet fruit
and green grass you desired.
Today I offer you
neither heaven nor hell.
This is what you get
for acting the ungrateful.
You faithless. If you’d only treated me
like a human being – just once –
this other man wouldn’t exist.
Final Thoughts on Angry Poems
Thank you for taking the time to read the angry poems we’ve shared with you. These poems about anger should have taught you some vital things. Nothing is more terrible than venting your rage on others.
People are aware of each other’s weaknesses and may do harm in the most intimate and confidential settings. So, before you say anything to anyone, no matter how very much you believe they deserve it, keep in mind that the anguish of this interaction will linger much longer than anticipated.
This is why the majority of anger poems communicate the message that people should be free of anger. These poems look at rage as a form of self-destruction. It also plays a role in mental disease and a variety of other ailments.
It is claimed that anger is a toxin that you swallow in order to kill others. So, if you wish to avoid the evil of anger, read these angry poems on a regular basis.