Anger is the devil inside our locked up souls,
Anger is the spirit in which I with hold,
Angers the such demond who never is told,
Anger is which never ever grows old.
Anger is a lie when someone's in trouble,
Anger is always there on the double,
That's what anger is!
yes its almost what you have said about anger, tissa...nice write 10 rgds asif
I see we share the same concept of what anger should be considered as. I really like this poem. It has a hint of childlike idealism, which makes me think this poem was written awhile back, but that's a wild inference. Excellent work. This the first poem I have read of yours, and it makes me believe your other work is just as decent...can't wait to find out. :)
Anger........mostly, is the sign of liking and loving.Lovable piece Tissa!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem. The repetition of “Anger is...” is a good format to choose.