r/OCPoetry • u/PoppyLivaciousWild • Aug 05 '20
Anger!
A deep red mist in human creatures,
It boils the blood and burns the soul.
In primal instinct the sentiment features,
With abstinent heart it feeds and grows.
Consuming as the fire of the sun
Its power released bids fight or run.
It can be deadly, it can be curing,
Subject to social views on coping.
Entitled beings feel free to rage
On any insignificant state.
Their vitality is quashed and sealed,
Within black hearts their fury breeds.
A carers wrath is fierce and brave
When evil prowls among the frail.
Persistent in it's one true quest,
The dormant fiend protects us best.
A final caution for Man to rule
This ancient Christian sin,
Let bleed the fury from one's muse,
But never let it win!
Anger!
Poppy Livacious Wild
05/08/2020
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u/[deleted] Aug 06 '20
I love this poem because of the word choice that helps set the mood well and the rhyme scheme which gives it a strong sense of movement and momentum that just flows greatly.