Poems About: ANGER
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217.'Adding Fuel To The Flame'
When we play into the hands of anothers anger
We are only adding fuel to their flame.
And if it continues to burn out of control
Then who but yourself is really to blame? read more »Linda Winchell
Anger is a feeling,
something that can control you
if you let it. read more »Mia La'Niece Washington
You have torn my heart out.
You have made it bleed.
I want you to feel what I feel
I want you to take heed. read more »Camille MKMM
Anger is a result of fear
A result of heartache and tears
Anger causes pain
Which in the end will remain read more »Lee John Siebritz
221.One body two minds no soul
Two different worlds two different times two different hearts make two different minds
There never gonna be the same while one can see the other is standing blind
While the one is aware the other you wont see its so lost in fear its to hard to find
When one comes out with the anger the other will sit back and unwind read more »ashley roberts
this anger burns deep within,
every minute the fire burns brighter,
time is ticking,
waiting to see who will be on the other side of this raging flame, read more »Alicia Roseberry
223.Anger 'on trial'
Very first one, if this is not liked please bare with me.
Anger always gets a bad rap
but to me and my life, read more »Ezekiel Walker
224.we are like fuel and a pack of matches
how can you be like this
you are suppose to care for me
I held all this in so that I would not hurt you
or cause you stress read more »Scarlet .....
In anger, you can break a flower
vase or something precious,
Just think, can you get it back
After it moves on to another brain? read more »G.S.Vasu Kumar
He prowls the night, the wanderer.
He stalks his prey, the shadow walker.
He strikes with a fury from hell itself, the monster.
His anger drives him, this anger is old yet lingers in him. read more »Joshua Perry
Anger will let you lead to
someday you might regret and
will hurt you...
This is the feeling that you can read more »hannah baquiran
I know anger like the back of my hand,
Like the person I may have known for Millenia.
Like a sibling would know another.
Like a child who was brought up without knowing their siblings but knowing that they exist and who finds them. read more »MaddiiAnne O'Leary