The Anger Poem
Original: http://writingblackwhite.wordpress.com/2014/05/18/the-anger-poem/
Yeah, the title is a little bit silly because my teacher abruptly wanted our poetry names for the slam. But nevertheless, enjoy my first draft of the ANGER poem. Ohhhh so angry. Your comments and likes are most valuable! :) Thank you!
P.S: Yes, poetry slam in our school next Friday. BUT I HAVE STAGE FRIGHT!
Oh, volcanoes.
As old as time
As high as the star
As magnificent as belligerent
As black as coal
These creatures of Earth
Have been agitating the ground since the very first lore.
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"CURSE, CURSE those blasphemous apes," they roared
"For eons, mother has been nurturing,
Protecting,
Loving them
Now they are torturing her for years to come
Filthy creatures
Invigorating
Diminishing
Slaughtering
Sapping
Anguishing her
Polluting her
Tear ground from ground
For their unholy pleasure," the giants shouted!
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Their veins pulsing
Irate!
They could not bare injustice these titans
Punishments they must deliver
Right now!
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One unfaithful day, they erupted
Bright columns of lights shot out of the fissures
Trembles! Trembles!
Their rocky skin began to crack and fall
Tumbles! Tumbles!
Clashing down their sides
Seething gods, an inferno!
Outpouring their blood and poison
These orange sludge
These ash clouds
Liquefies things they touch
Suffocated a civilization
Falling! Falling from the now coal black sky
Like Hell coming down from the Heaven.
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"Bald apes
Feel the pain!
The pain you've grinding my mother though!" they laughed,
"Taste death!
See my rage!
My very own blood
Fear it!
Brewed from sorrow
Hardened by pain!"
Roar! Roar! Roar the giants!
"Stay near it, stay near my pain
Streams of a thousand suns
And you shall shriek endlessly.
Your filthy blood will boil
Your skin will melt
Those strings of your pathetic muscles underneath
Will snap and fiery
Soon the sludge of your repugnant self
Will be all what remains of your race.
Die."
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For eons, they rise and fall
Sleeping and killing
Torturing
While we suffer
But the same goes for people
If we trigger their pain, aggravate their sorrow.
Although
They wouldn't burn our brain
With Molten Lava.
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The End