12 Best Mad Poems For Boyfriend – Anger Poems

Mad Girl’s Love Song By Sylvia Plath

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

Mind of the Mad By Jacquelyn Audrey Whiston

You’re watching, judging, and assuming
You don’t understand why I do what I do.
Why I obsess over little things.
So stop trying to
The world is my oyster
But without the beautiful pearl
Just a plain old shell, in a plain old world

It’s a shame you’ll never know the brilliance
All you’re capable to understand is the madness.
Insane, sane
Heart, or brain
Ferocious , tame
Take two breaths and stop breathing all together.
Turn your self to useless energy, forever.

Welcome to mind of the mad.
The queen of the asylum
A dapper old castle in the brain of a girl.
Who is tortured yet pampered in her own little world.

Bitch Move By Maura

You’re a real bitch
just to let you know
and I don’t want to snitch
but you’re such a fucking bitch

just  because you’re rich
doesn’t mean you own the world
you’re making me go up a pitch
because I’m so angry that you’re a bitch

people call you a witch
and now I know why
its because you decide to switch
from being nice to a stupid fuckin bitch

Seriously. You are. This is a passive aggressive poem.

Basketball By Nicole Dawn

An orange ball
Repeatedly against the floor.

Fake left.
Run right.

We must all be mad,
For we are doing
The same thing,
Over and over again,
And expecting a different result.

Lose the ball.
Run down the court.
Fast break.
Shot blocked.
Run back.

We run ourselves
To put a
Big orange ball
In a small white net.
And love every minute of it.

Back on offense.
Call the play.
Set a pick.
Roll to the basket.
Get the ball.
Get a point.

I don’t know
What I would do
Without this madness
This again and again
This over and over

It may be mad,
But it makes me happy.

Mad By missing you

As I cry myself to sleep I ask myself why I’m sad and then I realize I’m not sad just mad
Mad that you left me
Mad that the one thing I cared about is gone
Mad that I can’t be happy anymore
Mad that I dont know who did this
Mad that I’m slowly dying and there’s nothing I can do now

Mad By Ms Ann Thrope

Look at the happy people

Are they not all mad?

They’ll empty out their pockets

To give more, they wish they had

& they’ll do it with a smile

Because they genuinely care

May God bless the crazy people

Who give a damn when life’s not fair

Not good enough By Jessica

Sometimes I over think
Every single little thing

I wonder if anyone could ever love someone as different as me.

I get sad
I get mad
I get depressed
I get stressed

I fall apart

It tears me apart thinking I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Insecurity By Jackeline Chacon

You say you love me

But I know you like her

And you still wonder why

I live so deeply insecure

Mad Love By Kamblamian

The love that drove you mad.
round the track you race,
The love was mad.
I ignored you.
No, one puts baby in the coroner.
I set you there.
Now, I am mad.
No doubt.
Mad love.

Mad Bran By jeremy wyatt

Poor mad Bran sat at the edge of the well
scratching  and pulling at the stones
through days of cold and rain
summers blaze
whispering to himself words of no import
no-one understands this poor mad man
sat with his hound that never leaves his side
the people feeding and warming him when they could
a big man with no mind they said
but he had a smile for the children
and could cure a lame horse with a touch
then scratches at the stone and talk  again
at mid summer’s eve he stopped talking and listened

On Midsummer’s day he was gone
at lughnasadh he was found at the well
freshly healed wounds on him and the brave hound
and a girl-child with no voice to speak
but she could smile and sing of the sea
they took the girl to the great hall
but she came to sit each day at Bran’s side
listening and singing to him in the evening
waiting for them to come for her

They came  at Imbolc
biting frost days wise women sensed them
creeping slow stained fields defiled by their foulness
the child is what they want
and some would quail and give her up
the women blessed her
set her upon on her horse
asked  for it to run it’s small heart out

doors crashed, splintered wood
swords and spears flash and jab
evil tries to take her back
but she is gone and evil  must follow
hindered by men and their strength
women and their hearts and knives

Bran digs in the stones where he scratches
shouts to his hound “Guide Her back to the sea..”
drags the sword out from the rocks
where he has guarded it all these long years
then waits for evil to come
Iron-clad heavy, black steel and hate
ten spared the chase to bring terror and death
“You will all die…” their eyes flash
Yes, but not here, not today,  Bran’s smile back..

Gone now leaving scarecrow corpses
nothing evil daring to come past
the wreck of bodies  he scattered
armour scales flew like bloody rain as he bites through
to their blackened hearts
then runs to the sea to meet fate and the coming change
he catches them at the strands edge
cold spume driven by the east wind
soaking the wounded dog and the horse collapsed
foam flecked, stricken, and the child who won’t leave them

Thundering their hate an onslaught of rage
horses of the sea rise up and drag so many down
but a few keep on, the strongest ones
Bran sees them, He knows there is no hell
but these would take her somewhere worse
so he will stand alone and face their curse
He whispers quietly again to what flies above him
all these patient years they guarded and watched
he was the first to bring the cross to this wild land
but waited till now to show his hand

Swords and strength blood and wounds battling on
until even he is struck down,
Angel guardians silent watch his doom.
Broken spear driven through his chest
but still striving to live and save

The Great Dark One moves in to take the child
sneers, plots to soil and twist her to his will
the last one Bran could just not kill
but She looks up with gentle tears
“What would you have me do”? Asked this
child of the Elder Gods..
” Take me to your realm,
so I may be the darkest of all powers.”
“No” says Bran,”With one final embrace,
I take you with me to heaven, with Christ’s grace..”
Hugging him tight, Bran’s death-spear kills two,
one forgiving one forgiven, as the weapon drives through

And the waves drifts slowly in washing the hurt from
child and beasts,  She drifts in the tide ,
horse now beside her playing in new form
guardian of the child of the sea,
who this Man of God She  Mourns
But the dog, strong again returns
to sit by the well and remember his master,
the coming of Mad Bran and the dawn
of the  Old God’s passing.

This is a story in my head I have shrunk down to this size for fun. I will try and do it properly one day, that and a thousand other things I mean to do!


Tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya ,
Tujhme khoye hain hum es kadar ki,
apna nam pata bhi bhula diya,
Jawane Se chhupa ke ki tujhse mohabbat ,
Par tune mujhe jawane se hi begana bna diya,
Tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya….

Tere intezar me har pal ji raha hu ghut ghut
kaha chali gayi ho sanam tum mujhse ruth ke,
ab to jine ka sahara hain bus teri ye yadein,
Soch kar biti baton ko nam ho jati hai meri ye
Teri wafawon ne mera sab kuchh jala diya,
tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya. ..

chalti raho me tujhe dhundh raha hoon,
chand taro se tera pta puchh raha hoon,
tune mere dil me ek jagah bna liya,
tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya….

mat dena dhokha tum mujhe pyar me
ai sanam nahi to tut jaunga,
chhod tumhe mai es duniya se chala jaunga,
laut ke phir mai kabhi na aaunga,
tere esk me maine teri har kamiyo ko bhula
tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya. ..

yaadon ko teri  Manish  likh raha apni kalam se
es tarah ki,
teri nafrat ko bhi usne amrit bna diya,
tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya,
tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya….

Mad By Ashley Somebody Apr

It’s driving me mad
I can’t sleep and I can’t read
Or knit to music
Or anything, and I’m done
I’ve had enough of it all.