Best Anger Poems

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
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Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
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it came today to visit
and moved into the house
it was smaller than an elephant
but larger than a mouse
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One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.

I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
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If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
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Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
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The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes
Till beauty shines in all that we can see.
War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise,
And, fighting for our freedom, we are free.
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That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must accept
Like the historical republics corruption and empire
Has been known for years.
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You were my friend then: now almost stranger!
Our friendship appeared once very glorious;
What happened meantime, gives me great anger;
Our friendship no longer remains serious.
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«Wer noch kein / Melancholiker ist, / Muß es hier werden»


At the first shadows upon Arcetri, step by step -absorbed
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My house is near a sea
The sea is my neighbour
I understand the sea
But the sea does not understand me,
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Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this
mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life? ”
Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand years
from me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal.
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I lived my days apart,
Dreaming fair songs for God;
By the glory in my heart
Covered and crowned and shod.
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Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger
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How often do I wish I were
What people call a character;
A ripe and cherubic old chappie
Who lives to make his fellows happy;
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I have great faith in all things not yet spoken.
I want my deepest pious feelings freed.
What no one yet has dared to risk and warrant
will be for me a challenge I must meet.
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Family comes together
For always and forever
In sickness and in health
In poverty or in wealth
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To say I'm without fear--
It wouldn't be true.
I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation.
Like anyone, I have my dreams.
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The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup of happiness and said, 'Drink not from this cup unless you forget the past and the future, for happiness is naught but the moment.'
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Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
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I am a little pink Rose!
I bloomed to see
This beautiful world,
To enjoy the monsoon,
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In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced the dwellings with his eyes. He say the spirits floating on wings of dreams, and the people who were surrendered to the Slumber.

When the moon fell below the horizon and the city became black, Death walked silently among the houses - careful to touch nothing - until he reached a palace. He entered through the bolted gates undisturbed, and stood by the rich man's bed; and as Death touched his forehead, the sleeper's eyes opened, showing great fright.
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Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,
And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.

Voices of boys were by the river-side.
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Anger is a virus
That needs not even air
To propagate contagion
Whenever it is shared.
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' i am ' sky
my colors are my moods
' i am' light blue when i'm at peace
' i am ' dark blue when i'm troubled
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anger is not love
anger is driking
anger is killing someone
anger one thing never do
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Know, O dear readers, that the medicine of a disease is to remove the
root cause of that disease. Isa (Jesus Christ) -peace be upon him-
was once asked: 'What thing is difficult?' He said: 'God's wrath.'
Prophet Yahya (John the Baptist) -peace be upon him- then asked:
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it boils within
slowly poisoning all that it touches
corrupting all that is within
it has now reached a new level
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I thank the loss of my memory
Of those days when I had not a friend
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great moments when we are together
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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
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Anger in its time and place
May assume a kind of grace.
It must have some reason in it,
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Looking back,
so much trouble in our lives
And wonder why
this for me is ‘hives’
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Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
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'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words!
Life is in them, and death. A word can send
The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek.
Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn
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Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakens the morrow,
But a' the pride o' spring's return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow.
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that case and that repose to say,
"Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!"
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Expel all hatred from thy heart
Revenge, fire, will tear thee apart.
Expel all anger from thy mind
No thoughts like these of any kind.
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Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong,
And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song;
The glorious words and music of Australia's song shall come
When her true hearts rush together at the beating of a drum.
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Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon which the furious Nature was recording her many deeds. Men came home from the streets while silence engulfed the night.

In a lone house near those villages lived a woman who sat by her fireside spinning wool, and at her side was her only child, staring now at the fire and then at his mother.
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Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures, for so were the counsels of Jove fulfilled from the day on which the son of Atreus, king of men, and great Achilles, first fell out with one another.

And which of the gods was it that set them on to quarrel? It was the son of Jove and Leto; for he was angry with the king and sent a pestilence upon the host to plague the people, because the son of Atreus had dishonoured Chryses his priest. Now Chryses had come to the ships of the Achaeans to free his daughter, and had brought with him a great ransom: moreover he bore in his hand the sceptre of Apollo wreathed with a suppliant's wreath and he besought the Achaeans, but most of all the two sons of Atreus, who were their chiefs.
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The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues;
she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly
and put into it that sharply etched etude
her impatience for a reality
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Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
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Tears the mind can't tell are true,
Pain the heart can't share.
Anger wrapped up in deceit,
It's more than I can bear.
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Love, Fear and Hate and Childish Toys
Are here discreetly blent;
Admire, you ladies, read, you boys,
My Country Sentiment.
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Look at the lion in the iron cage,
look deep into his eyes:
like two naked steel daggers
they sparkle with anger.
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In the slight ripple, the fishes dart
Like fingers, centrifugal, like wishes
Wanton. And pleasures rise
as the eyes fall
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In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves and seek worldly pleasures and power.
The first son is captivated by a virgin princess, and his father tells him the adventures of a beautiful and virtuous woman who attracts several men but miraculously survives their abuse and then forgives them. They acknowledge that carnal desire is necessary to propagate the race but also recognize that passionate love can lead to spiritual love, which can annihilate the soul in the beloved.
Other stories indicate the importance of respecting the lives of other creatures such as ants or dogs. One only thinks oneself better than a dog because of one's dog-like nature.
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anger is anger
anger makes you scream
anger makes you hate
anger takes control
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skin seems roasted by scorching rays
sky is burning by heat of summer
sultry weather remembers autumn’s flow
anger never reels through by fear of love.
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Wealthy I am! Can wager on vices
Eager they’re too to take me zenith
Avarice-whisky, anger-cigarettes and
Lust-harlots lined up to keep me afloat
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Me, the earth
You see my beautiful face
The beautiful sky and greeneries
Lovely flowers and sweet chirping birds
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The strength to rise from the pain,
to continue at all cost,
The strength to prolong all the shame,
Knowing that you've lost,
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‘Pass it along, the wiring party’s going out’—
And yawning sentries mumble, ‘Wirers going out.’
Unravelling; twisting; hammering stakes with muffled thud,
They toil with stealthy haste and anger in their blood.
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Red is deep anger that never comes out
Red is believing, and then having doubt.
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Where thoughts are defiled with
Anger, greed, violence and pride;
Where mind revolts against the truth
And carries the lies as its guide;
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Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by?
Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry;
Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky?
Have you heard the still voice calling – yet so warm, and yet so cold:
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lips by lips
breath by breath
here we meet
let's forget the rest
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The wind has no compass
It knows not where it goes
But blows clouds of all colours
And autumn leaves along the ground.
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This ill temper I have is making me mad
I blow up and I don’t know why
I wish for just a moment I could handle my anger right
I wish for just a moment I could love you right
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When you do things from your soul, you feel a river
moving in you, a joy.
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Oh you are coming, coming, coming,
How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? --
But why does it anger my heart to long so
For one man out of the world of men?
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Smile, it will never cost a dime
Then why do I have to tell you every time
Smile is a magic, brings hearts together
With package of love which stays forever
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So I look back on my life
trying to find a happy moment
to block out the pain
to have something to think about
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Family to me has many meanings
For all are full of diverse feelings
Love and anger, both within a single one
Children who stay and children who run
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Epictetus the stoic philosopher said
that anyone who angers you becomes your master
by disturbing you;
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Harsh is my fortune, but harsher still is the fate
dealt me by my count: he flees from me,
I follow him; others long for me,
I cannot look at another man's face.
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Anger is directly proportional to the opponent
Yes it’s true we fight with the feeble
Today I saw this man shout and curse
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for Hank and Nancy

Seven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow
from his cough. These limp days, his anger,
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Still you did not halt,

There at the gate
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Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O human! Drink the nectar of the Divine Name!
Leave the bad company, always sit among righteous company. Hearken to the mention of God (for your own sake).
Concupiscence, anger, pride, greed, attachment: wash these out of your consciousness.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover. Soak yourself in the dye of His colour.
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Lady! that in the prime of earliest youth
Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green,
And with those few art eminently seen,
That labour up the Hill of Heavenly Truth,
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A predator waits within the
depths of existance,
creeping within the conscience
of safety,
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There is a wistful charm, a tenderness,
Mysterious and soft, in autumn's even:
The trees in weird and brilliant garments dress,
The gory leaves to whispered talk are given;
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WOULD it were anything but merely voice!'
The No King cried who after that was King,
Because he had not heard of anything
That balanced with a word is more than noise;
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THERE is no laughter in the natural world
Of beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubt
Of their futurity to them unfurled
Has dared to check the mirth-compelling shout.
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Don't forget to enjoy your life with sweet memories,
Don't forget to fill your days & nights with sweet events,
Don't forget to create magical moments with sweet smile,
Don't forget to forgive and move forward with sweet dignity.
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THE Gods are dead: no longer do we bring
To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves!
Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves,
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I pray you to take me to the height,
From where fall is not possible,
But I know my worth,
Being a human being I am the victim of
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Anger is a burning charcoal

That fumes smoke at public places
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Between anger and fire if I compare
They are same in temper,
Both are horrible to burn
Greenland into desert they turn,
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Give me leave to rail at you, -
I ask nothing but my due:
To call you false, and then to say
You shall not keep my heart a day.
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There he was positioned in front of the
reflection and through the eyes he senses
the hint of anger.
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Weary way-wanderer languid and sick at heart
Travelling painfully over the rugged road,
Wild-visag'd Wanderer! ah for thy heavy chance!
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Anger is a fire of ego

That renders a sense of pride
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Tell me, Brother, how can I renounce Maya?
When I gave up the tying of ribbons, still I tied my garment about me:
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Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips,
And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the tree
Shrieked and slashed the wind, as a ship’s
Weird rigging in a storm shrieks hideously.
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When toxic and volatile emotions
Are causing confusion and commotion,
Feelings are hijacked, hot thoughts race,
Mind gets enveloped in a rage.
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All gone
those dreams of being a child
all gone
those dreams of happiness
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There is plenty of anger inside of me
It has to stop
Why is there so much anger inside of me?
My anger is part of my frustration
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Go, happy Rose, and interwove
With other flowers, bind my Love.
Tell her, too, she must not be
Longer flowing, longer free,
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So neck to stubborn neck, and obstinate knee to knee,
Wrestled those two; and peerless Heracles
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If you are angry
face your anger
as a friend, in love.
Meet your anger
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Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
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Some Brave, awake in you to-night,
Knocked at your heart: an eagle’s flight
Stirred in the feather on your head.
Your wide-set Indian eyes, alight
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Anger is a form of fear
Anger is what I’m waiting to hear
Anger is deep down inside me
Anger drives me crazy
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We pace each other for a long time.
I packed my anger with the beef jerky.
You are the baby on the mountain. I am
in a cold stream where I led you.
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Through the Valley
again
of the Shadow of Death
again
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Anger is fire
It burns the soul
Anger is deep sea
Drowns one to death
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The tears poured down my eyes past my face and into the air
But they stopped from the heart of anger and evaporated forming a cloud
Overhead it poured down with all my memories of sorrow and pain
Completely black Nimbus pour down like Niagara falls
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I don’t need your anger
or your hate
and I sure don’t need your temper
I have my own
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