There's a hellcat on the prowl tonight She's pissed off and lookin' to fight Hell bent with fury on the rise Hearing the scream, her only prize
A fiery anger dwelling deep within Consuming the mind, the spreading begins Fourteen day till the fur flies Then out will come all the lies
Fueling fire flowing within pumping veins Scorching flames combust reaching the brain Betrayal feeding the rampage Soon he shall feel the hellcat's rage
As the second hand ticks sluggishly slow Mounting frustration and fury does grow Razor sharp claws are protruding Soon there will be no deluding
She should have left the hellcat alone Now the claws are gonna cut to the bone Lines are drawn, battle's begun Now there's a war to be won.
I hate to be the guy she is at war with. In any relationship lies can cause this kind of fury. They say the truth will set you free and lies you bury you dead. Poetry is art but also it is technical maybe that is why I prefer story telling over poetry. In this one I can see the anger but I can't feel it, it is being held back maybe? I think you did great with the rhyming part and keeping it in a poetic format. After experiencing the anger of woman, I can imagine how if expressed in this poem it would be explosive.
I enjoyed this poem and noticed the words all painted in red, still I wouldn't want to be that guy when the claws come out.
Oh my, such power and anger .. wild for sure. You certainly painted a dangerous and bloody picture with these words .. look out ! ' Lines are drawn, battle's begun ~ Now there's a war to be won. '
I found an intense description of anger in the poem-
"A fiery anger dwelling deep within
Consuming the mind, the spreading begins
Fourteen day till the fur flies
Then out will come all the lies
Fueling fire flowing within pumping veins
Scorching flames combust reaching the brain
Betrayal feeding the rampage
Soon he shall feel the hellcat's rage"
I find your lines raging and provocative, vicious in tone and obviously the right choice of ink. Good write...
Best to leave those hellcats alone. I met a few in my life. Too much anger and energy can create a wild woman. I like this poem. Great description and story in your words. I like the ending. A outstanding poem.
Coyote
...umm...grrr...much? Wow... This is intense. I honestly feel like I'm about to have my arse handed to me... And I'm trying with all my might not to ask for forgiveness...because, that would just be insane. Speaks to the effect of your poem. Well done.
First off I'm on here to post my writing to have an outlet for my emotions. You will find a variety of poems. If you like take a moment and stroll through this poets mind.
Secondly be kind to each .. more..