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If I were the bottle
You would press your lips to my neck nightly.
If I were the liquid
You would consume me multiple.
But I am just a woman
Who needs your attention always.
If only you could
The whole house was dim
Only the oven flames burning
We couldn't find you
Our blood began churning
We scoured each room
Our heartbeats are yelling
To find you alone
Deranged and repelling
You stink of poison
It seeps through your skin
An odor so potent
So easy to pin
I smell the resin
Of two day old sweat
Your eyes somehow open
With no signs of regret
A vision of a junkie
No more and no less
To weak to confront it
Just claim duress
Your cheeks sunken deeply
Thinned to the bone
A look made of stone
Lips dried to crust
Spoke like a child
Eyes blank and dilated
The sirens grew closer
You resisted the aid
I promised you solace
But you can’t be afraid
A few hours later
You were awake
I begged of you
To know what’s at stake
You created two angels
That will surely turn sour
Blame it all on yourself
Its their souls you’ll devour
When the urges arise
Remember the day
We found you alone
JUST A HEARTBEAT AWAY
Berty Beaver, he was quiet
He never said too much
Yet Molly, Berty’s little wife
She mouthed off just a touch
She’d always threw her weight around
And poor old Tiny Tim
He got a slap most every day
And times his days felt grim
Molly, well she was his mum
And though she loved him so
She always had to nag someone
And give them a cuff or blow
Tim became a poor young man
And shrunk from every one
And as the bully’s hung around
More evil did get done
His mum she says ‘now that’s not on
They don’t do this to my son!’
And she goes running to the school
Oh, she’s an angry one
She glares the teacher up and down
And lets her know who’s boss
Teachers try hard to placate her
Though, they only suffer loss.
Then Tiny Tim, comes running in
And says right to his mum
[Frustration snatching fear away
No more his mouth hangs numb]
‘Look Mum, at what you always do!!!’
He says with voice stern
‘If you’re a bully too, then how
Will us kids ever learn.
28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.
Like the best part of a dubstep song
I feel the slip slip and drop then it's gone
Like when we got it on with a double magnum on my dong
But that was a virgin page
And with that tight cage unlocked the rat was free to rage
And you know theres no way to gauge magnitude of the ensuing sexplosion
But at the epicenter of all the mental corrosion
Is that hooded figure, that master of commotion
And as the gas ball sets across the ocean he rises
From cracks and gashes, from shadows and ashes
No target in mind
No friends or enemies
Just hell bent on injecting the entropy
And it is just painfully oh-so-clear to see the swiftness and efficiency at which he commits atrocities
Over the screams and pleas the question hangs;
What can sooth this beast?
She sits in the room across from me
Mocking my sanity
As I try to will her to go away
But we live in a room that has no door
She sits there smug and awfully sure
That she’s in my life now to stay
She grows bigger as I get small
I don’t recognize myself at all
Her desires dictate my every move
I see her through my family’s tears
She has separated us for years
Making rough times from a life that was smooth
I cannot leave her tight embrace
Her influence distorts my once clean face
Everyone else but myself is to blame
I give into her constant plea
To get again inside of me
I loathe this gal with Addiction as her name
Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.
Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.
Shackled in sin, shredded sovereignty,
dealing death’s doses,
murdering you and me.
Cuffed with candor, calling our crimes,
to an impetuous enslavement,
tortured through time.
Set me free, to flee this fool’s game,
where we're always left wandering,
in this wasteland of shame.
Beautiful babies blowing bubbles,
Terrible teens tempting troubles.
Parent's plaguing problems perplexing
Viewing various values vexing.
Doctors diagnose diseases.
Potent potion prescription pleases.
Debating difficult diagnosis,
Desperately diluting doses.
Tonight, tables took teapots
"Lumiere Lights" lit
Pleasantly, people pondered
Across appetites awaiting anxiously
To try the Top Ten
black and white photos
with no black
of a full life
we never lived
Envy eats at my eager overtone.
Airing aspirations of me alone.
Resenting ruse, requiring need.
Festering famine, for you I feed.
Covet creation, I crave carelessly.
Desiring deeply, damn fearlessly.
Greedily grasping for others gain
Invidious intrusion, idly insane.
Spitefully starving, stalking prey.
Jealously jaunting, without delay.
Longing lust, loathing your term.
Craving prosperity, cash I affirm.
Rendition of riches, reasons resent.
In umbrage euthanizing my consent.
Tilling your toils, for me you taste –
Conceding to my monetary embrace.
Eagerly empowering an envied state.
Devouring dignity, a diligent debate.
Victoriously vigor, voicelessly vim.
Gluttony so gracious, greedily grim.