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This Mountain Here

I remember the day I got the call.
My world fell apart.
I had lost it all.

I remember the day you were taken from me.
I knew your beautifull smile I would never again see.

They said it was a mugger and you put up a fight.
I should not have  let you go out that night.

It seems like just yesterday we fed eachother our wedding cake.
When I remember that memory my hands start to shake.

I sit in my cabin on this mountain with the sky so blue.
I won't leave. This's where I spent my honeymoon with you.

My family wants me to go back into that world, so cold.
I'm not leaving this mountain.
It's where I'll grow old.

They say your gone and will never again be.
Well, I hear what your saying. Yes, I know your talking to me.

You sit in the chair and drink my tea. 
My heart swells up when you smile at me.

They say I've gone insane and see things that aren't there.
If I'm on this mountain here why should they care?

I love you more then I did when we first found this place.
I remeber everything about you, your ellagince and grace.

Why am I not in that world full of anger and fear?
I want to be with you on this mountain here.

Copyright © Misty Hoot

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Abrading Volley

Rainfall washing
Light splashes on windowpane…

Leaving nothing behind
No pattern or trace…

If only those tears
Anguishly wept for you…

Upon your deathbed
Had washed away…

Cleansing the pain
That even now abrades my spirit…

Copyright © Charles Fuller

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I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

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The Fat Lady has Sung

O harlot of colored scarlet hath divided the spoils The wealthy, well oiled, prophesy uncertainty Thee measures of barley spoil not the oil or wine heavenly leaven is unmeasured, care to take a wager A bird in hand of human man, faith is in the bush O little bird, swish the bush, faith is not a human wish I will laugh at your calamities O harlot I will turn a deaf ear to thy wails of anguish As a queen thou has ruled unjustly Ground the face of the poor of earnest contrite Thy kings shall cast ashes upon their heads And call for the mountains, “Come fall on us!” I will loose the yoke of bondage, Love, sayeth Almighty For it is just in my sight, I have waited for precious fruit You have remained aloof of un-cloven hoof, relieved not poverty Of the absolute you have not partaken, or cheweth the cud Nor forsaken thine own way, Love commands pay... ...of the illusionary substance death of your own logical way

Copyright © john freeman

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A House Divided

“When humanity’s division becomes one and the same God of Love only then will the house of humanity thrive in harmonious balance… Selah”

Copyright © john freeman

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Sorrowful unto death

Sorrowful unto death
(Ecclesiastes 1:18 KJV)

He that increases true wisdom increases grief...
exposing that the knowledge of serpent did not instruct the dove,
and to know serpent knowledge is to know,
how the house of Love  was divided, that sorrow is in learning,
how many there are deceived of themselves….

To be harmless as a dove is to be love,
to be of a serpentine jester is to pester,
to pester life as a jester of strife...
is to be twain in total vain.
Love is oneness of twain in a wedding garment…

The trinity of infinity is the beginning of thee,
opening the sacred heart gives one options to see,
the beauty you see inside is the essence of thee,
tis also the beauty in the nature of a tree…
the nature of life’s tree eternally… 

To be is, to be, of the nature of life’s tree,
not to be, is to be, of  thine own ciestrine… 

Copyright © john freeman

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Goodby Mother

The jaw drops
as the lids of mine eyes
and mine dome

The whole procession
did hear these knees clap
with the stone
as the Elder read;
"This is,
her new home"

Copyright © James Peranteau

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As a Man Thinketh So is He

Be careful of how you think, of its logic is how your rank, sow, reap and weep, lesser to be, is frozen in time... to be of the lesser fact, is not all that it is cracked, Mount up on heavenly wings, it is the logical faith that be, consciousness of precept kings, For earthern subjects galore, of their own minds of darkness explore… that shall not soar... or explore, vast unlimited expanses, with human mediocre advances... fact... tree... wings... be... kings... explore... galore... for... evermore rank... think... naughty... children... Father... spanks Precept ranks... human concepts stink... holistically rank... learn logic of precept think... from thine own cisterns shrink... Selah

Copyright © john freeman

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Forever Unseen

Everything was set and plans were made
The two Musketeers would become three
The day you finally came
But it all went wrong in the blink of an eye
No heartbeat to hear but they promise no blame
Sometimes life is just this way
Beyond devastation, utter humiliation, 
Left to die inside alone
Then my first Musketeer, my best friend
Couldn't hold on anymore and so began his end
Watching the suffering with hands so tightly tied
My heart was exploding but nowhere to hide 
I watch in horror as all I loved died
Taking with them all of me
But the tears I nightly cried
A lone Musketeer cannot make it alone
Her horse too feeble as her shack is no home
So I sit and linger these torturous days of agony alone
I see their faces and know they wait for me
Why must I endure this anguish here without them?
And remain in life’s shadows 

Copyright © Darla McGinnis

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Silent Scream

                                     There she stood;
                              Tears glistening in her eyes,
                              Agony on her beautiful face,
                              Anguish in her angelic heart,
                                     Suffering silently
                            The indifference of the beloved.
                                   Her world crumbled,
                                   Her heart shattered,
                                       Her soul lost 
                               So nothing else mattered,
                     The Time screeched and The Time stopped
                                 There she stood
                                   Frozen in Time
                               With frozen emotions!
                              At the threshold of Life
                             At the threshold of Death.

Copyright © Sudhir Pohankar

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The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

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Forked Tongues of Soul

Spittle of diddle are many tongues forming spittle two ends against the middle they diddle spittle spittle, they diddle, as mucus forms of diddle, spittle still` Breath of Spirit speaks to even the coldest souls current of life excels the void womb thus swells dilly, they dally, in death‘s valley, folly squirms the worms

Copyright © john freeman

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Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.

Copyright © Lukasz Walterowicz

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All true logics be lifted of holy grail,, When divisions of human skills,, Become well versed of love skills,, Dispersing density of human wills,, Given to the infancy of holy grail,, Human skills will be sovereign thrills. All true wills be lifted of holy grail,, For life’s Precept of infinite pride,, Is in a son’s concept willingly crucified,, Not in a son’s logic of concept that lied,, But in concepts logic of precept mercy died,, Not in the conceptions of himself relied. All true logics be lifted of holy grail,, O death concept where is thy sting,, Draw the bow string of cupid’s fling,, The very Precept of life is in everything,, Toward heaven’s bevel, Agape’s thing,, Fill up the cup, mount up on Eagle wings. All true wills be lifted of holy grail,, Precept faith is Agape of futuristic wings,, Concepts’ futuristic flings, have no wings,, The wings of flings are in imaginary things,, As the insects of strife in humanoid’s life,, Infatuates human passions by concept strife. Selah

Copyright © john freeman

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Waiting Room at the Hospital

Pantheon of obtuse glorifications
Hallways confetti bile stymied soldiers smile
Waves and waves of the nation's slaves
Wave your flag
The few 
The proud
The crippled and the dead

Copyright © Kirin Lawrence

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Poetry's Bloody Murder

tiptoe through a sky of dying lilacs daisy chain reactors
try real hard not to offend anyone
please don’t jerk my alphabet out of your swoon soup
my occasional tongue likes to swoop down
and scoop tender mutinies...  into my
green slimy spoon - quick turn disquised saliva into
churn burnt backwards words

Copyright © michael amitin

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The Very Last Elephant

They both smiled, although only the man’s was visible
They both knew that the moment to come, had to come
The hair-dryer air killed the sweat, which helped the man see better
And the skin of the object of his desire
Dust laden and grey
Breathed dry.

When the breeze began to cool
The man looked down the barrel
And loved the last elephant ever to live
As he slowly squeezed the trigger.

The echo skidded around the valley
For at least a lifetime of heartbeats
A lake of blood, water-falled out his ear
And then he was silent, midst the fading roar.

When silence returned, the breeze stopped
And he stared for a long, long time.
He moved towards the body, and he blinked
As he touched the body with his tusks, and walked away,
His trunk sniffing the fading love, and sadness in the air.

Copyright © Stuart Ackerman

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Praying for forgiveness
but the damage is done
still learning to walk alone 
cause who "I AM" keeps
me shunned

The doors keep closing 
in on me all through veiled
hypocrisy but what they all
have failed to see is that
I will never be anything other
than "ME".

It's true I've not always done 
what is right, but for my mistakes
I've already paid the ultimate price.

So continue to judge me if you'd like
go hang me out to dry if that makes 
you sleep a little better at night 
for as Bad as you all may have 
perceived me not once did any 
of you try to wipe a single tear 
from my eyes... 

I want everyone to know
all the hurt buried in my chest
all the scars worn privately to 
no one did I ever confess. 
I'd much rather you think me crazy;
All F'ed up in the head then to
let anyone else know what I had
to take every night with me to bed

There are many ways of dying
but guilt, self reproof and regret
had already beaten me to death

Still unlike any of you God never
left me, judged me, or abandoned 
Instead he stood by me til the end
laid my worries to rest , stone pillow to
cradle my head.

Copyright © Madelin Barton

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The survivors
Old age is a strange time you have no future and tend
to look back to what was is a dream. 

How long does old age last?

My wife and I are closer than ever, but are we clinging
to a life buoy of eternity?

I look at her, she has problem walking looks st me
and we both think the same.
So used you to each strength and weaknesses, 
how is she or she going to survive?

We have come to a point when our arguments are
a declaration of love.

The coward I’m I hope to go before her I can’t cope 
with the aftermath that can cause
resentment that fester for another generation.

And in early mornings I touch a warm body listening
to her gentle breathe glad to be alive.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

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Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely open and wide prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages metaphorical landscape
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping along accursed habiliment
just barely avoiding and dodging diabolical demons
mercilessly and unrelentingly ready
to seduce this somewhat sanguine Simian
who finds himself amidst the pitfalls
of a tortured and twisted existence
racked with pinions describe bing
a demonic dragon filled dungeon
damp, dark, demented domains –
a veritable no man’s land
impossible to escape no matter how fast I -
as a foo fighter flee
from the fearful, fierce-some phantasmagoric forms
figments of my imagination seemingly real
tangible as bone and flesh
who haunt sacred crowded house of slumber
transmogrify me into a loathsome madman
ranting raving senseless gibberish and sic gobbledygook
perceived as metaphysically n philosophically insane
as soundgarden syllabification
from one womanly World Wide Web wayfarer
which virtual vagabond venerates vowels
and possesses means and tees to till verse
akin to a sorceress who waves a magic wand 
to produce supreme sentences
weaves tantalizing terrific tweed topographic tundra’s
that this admirer of her artful and colorful poetic endeavors
prompts me to accompany my mindscape 
as a thought-provoking troubadour
amidst the information super byways and highways
along winding labyrinths of critical thinking
or simply stepping o'er rolling stones 
of silly rhymes without wing less reason
all the while giving subtle egress
into that chamber of secrets
long kept shut tight to maintain 
that sure footed stance of solitude
whose only entities happened 
to constitute trappings of literary lugubriousness
those tombs of largesse identified 
as great works and masterpieces of literature
yet careful to avoid complete intimacy
lest that cherished solitude shattered
and a heart rent asunder
twin tower ring inferno imp perils of loss that provide
an understandable cautionary tale
to the author of this rambling missive
a most profoundly perceptive acute Ape man
touched to the quick with a bit of angel dust
aware that this agonized and angst riddled  arboreal beast
contents himself with the confines of cyberspace!

Copyright © matthew harris

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Soft rain
Leaves shake
Worry fades
but sleep escapes
thoughts prowl
Dream awake
her face only
my mind quakes
close my eyes
Toss and sigh
What night
the  sun will hide

Copyright © chris vold

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From his wing

The feather fell from his

He was lost with out it,
he could not sing

His eyes watched
as it fluttered down
into the dusty ground

Yes from his wing it did

no sound

Copyright © James Peranteau

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To Plant A Planet

O daddy! my daddy! your life is or' and I'm an orphan once more
The prize you sought is won but my grief overflows onto the floor
You were just to go for surgery then come back to me surely sore
Not dead_gone unbelief flows over me for love on me you pour

O daddy! my daddy! you adopted me, introduced me to God's love
Worked long hours to provide for my needs doing things for others
Studied God's word so that you could teach Biblical truths about Dove
Visited the sick, helped those down, expressed forgiveness of Brothers

O daddy! my daddy! you have won the great prize and at God's side
You are helping God with what needs to be done, as one of his sons
What you might be doing in your service up there with Jesus our Guide
He might have given you your own planet to plant, get ready for loveones

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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Stone Cold

No movement…no life… I cried... when I realized... My pet rock had died

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic

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As blood drips down
I stare at myself with a frown
Her body flashy red
Stabbed her dead
Dropped my knife
Started to caress my wife
Gruesome love
As I removed my infected glove
Flowed in my mind were memories
How the joy to bury her in the cemeteries’ graves
I chopped her many and waves
Of worship appeared
I knew I feared
This, I loved too much
I remember the first touch
My hands on her hips
Licked mine and on her lips
As my hand gentle rows to the end of her back
I managed to take a snack
My hands reaching her round behind
Combined of the kissing of her chest
Licking between the two breast
I become more attracted
And more distracted
Pushed her on the bed
Instead my jumping ahead
I gave time
So then she can be mine
In the mid-dust, forever
Me and her together
As I stormed with the ring
I became the king
And she is my queen
The glorious scene
In a dull and faded
With me is hatred
I had to say
In a mysterious way
I have done a mistake
That no one can break
I picked the knife stabbed myself and returned
To my lover that I burned…

Copyright © Rami Al-khalili

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Black as night but bright as the moon,
Oh sweet angel, God took you too soon.
You brightened my day; you lit up my night,
And even in the heavens, you’ll be my guiding light.

Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez

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Ice Cold

I see you there
While your swarms of light surround you
A typhoon could hit,
And you'd still stand just as still
Your expression unfaltering through it all

It is spring now
Your name smells like flowers
But the rose
Of your cheeks is gone
Winter frost clings to your hardened face

Your eyes were rich
Like sunset on planting soil
Warm earth to sleep on
Now I sleep in the trees
I always get frostbite from the cold ground

A touch of your skin
Would make my heart melt
Last time we met
Gliding your arm underneath my robes,
I shivered
You were ice cold

Copyright © Laura Meese

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Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.

"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad

Copyright © Jenna-Nichole Conrad

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The Dead Orchid

My spirit walks the graveyard,
The music sickly sweet,
My tomb is coated with my shroud,
Folded so neat.
The flower of the mourners,
Left in the wind,
One stays dry and cold,
The Orchid , the flower of sin.
The sobering touch of autumn,
Sweeping my soul away,
The rain will soon pass,
All I pray is to stay.

Copyright © brandon molton

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Goodbye Mommy

Standing 'round the stone
waiting to say goodbye,
how do you say the words
when your heart is empty.
Nothing can prepare you
for the pain of loss
when you lose someone so
close to you.
Waiting for the words
to come forward from
your lips, yet nothing
emerges past the pain.
Then you hear a soft
voice nearby saying
that which you
Goodbye Mommy.

Copyright © Mickey Stroda