Angst Poems | Examples of Angst Poetry

I want this loneliness to end, I need a bestfriend, I'm tired, I'm lost, Where do I run to When I need to cry? You know, the water droplets that come out of eyes When your heart is heavy like a Bag full of wet cotton, That ache worse than a grazed knee, Where do I run to? Who do I run to? I'm lost, In an...

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The voice within, a whisper bruised, Fights the noise the world has used To carve a man from primal bone To cage the beast, to leash the lone. The mind, a mat where wars unfold, Instincts wild, but nurtured cold. They tame him not with chains or rods, But with applause and wooden Gods. He wears the mask, rehearsed and tight, Performs by day,...

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Hang ups, I’ve got plenty of those Like a phone with too many busy signals, I couldn’t get through to you. I think the number you gave me was out of service. You said, “Dial me up” but the damn phone was a push button. I called long distance, the operator said “Put another quarter in.” Sadly I only had one thin...

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the accident When crossing the street, cars had stopped  to let him cross in respect for his age He was thinking of death; he hoped it would be sudden, no sentimental last farewell, no lies about seeing you on the other side Should there be another side, he wouldn't He liked to meet people he had met in life side A piece of...

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To the body I wish I could see Why oh why can't you be me I wish the work I do in the morning Would show instead of the cautious warning That nothing I do will stay And that layer of fat will remain anyway Clinging relentlessly to my belly and hips Oh how I wish you could see my ribs...

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when i was 8 i made myself wear the title “broken” i fully believed that i was a mistake, and that i didn’t deserve to live i’ve lost count of how many times i’ve tried to take my life when i was a kid but it was a lot at 13, i tried to commit 4 times the pills that i...

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Artificial intelligence created simply, because we can to easily, lazily, complete tasks we plan, and ones perhaps, we cannot do on our own. No incentive now to pursue knowledge or grow no need for humanity to learn or know how we are succumbing to boredom...

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I lay in the dust turned to mud by the blood of innocents, my name i heard whispered on the sighing breeze of night flahes of somrthing bright illuminated a ruined city. broken buildings like jagged teeth seemed to laugh, screams like banshees filled the sky dropping death down upon the heads of those already dead. What hate must be brewing...

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Dry Spells There’s no action in the living room, no action in the kitchen, and no action in the bathroom. So, let’s be clear about the bedroom: keep your expectations realistic, nothing is going to happen. ...

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**The Wicket-Keeper** Today, I learned that a lover I once cherished has passed away. Just yesterday, he was alive, and I never imagined I would feel this way about him. It’s strange how I rarely think about the rain unless it floods my drains, my driveway, or my beloved rose garden, or dampens my happy mood....

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“Keep knocking as hard as one can and wait patiently before the closed gate is the best way to enter it. But find if it is a gate to perdition or salvation.”- By Poet On a late evening, wandering lonely through the forest track, an eerie little house I saw. Its tiled roof and tall chimney, peered through the thick...

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What is love, really— a figment of hope sharp enough to shatter centuries of lived patriarchy? To think education could make a dent in what’s already carved in bone & name. To think a stranger could be chosen over the familial veins of caste, of home over the womb of belief one never questioned. Perhaps what’s whispered in secret was always meant to be hidden— buried, before it flowers into...

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Leather bound thoughts, tied on pages, whispering to me of each day's beginnings This sheet peels heart's despair Creeping on bondage of words not spoken that in the light, a yearning arises Spilling yarns knitted but unraveled- Time's remembrances awaken and heave Soaking memories on the earmarks of carbon To learn that passages with bleeding lines Never open to rage...

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I get so frustrated when I think about what I lost Or perhaps never had I know what it should have been What it would be like to have a dad No one is ever Even close to enough for you I try so damn hard but in your eyes All I see is a disappointed gloom...

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