I've been cross-pollinating my main membrane
With absolutely nothing but the finest of strains
After awhile, all of the strains seemed just same
But...I can't seem to remember all of their names
I remember some, well, some were kind of like wine
Because some left you sour, but some were real fine
But, the one train still stuck, that still haunts my brain-line
I keep trudging red-eyed and dead-eyed...like Frankenstein!
Oh, please feed my Frankenstein, I don't want no wine
Sip your Canadian Mist, just leave the leaf behind
If I don't toke a smoke soon, I might lose my mind
Then my ass will then be grass...just like Frankenstein!
Honey, my darling Baby Girl...why did you just shoot my favorite shirt in the heart?
I appreciate the fact that you're upset because I took your cellphone away for a week.
I understand your angst, your cellphone is your lifeline to the outside world.
Oh, my dear Honey Child! I appreciate every last drop of your sunshine that shines on Me!
But, I would have appreciated it more...if you would have waited till I took it off Darlin'!
It's the one that you gave me for my birthday that weekend on the lake with Mom!
entry for Nette Onclaud's "Let's Soar with this Poetry Contest", September 17, 2025
Stewing o’er surprise storms?
wring peace from panic’s plea
welcome water’s resolve
Let a slow rain soak in…
revive sapped energy
restore grass to green
relax the worry-warts
The man who fell to earth
He embraced the conservative dogma, but he was also
like Tucker Carlson, a committed Christian, believing in
The gospel and God's son, Jesus.
He embraced the duality of Judaism and Christianity
Israel had given him money for his views and loved
by the likes of Netanyahu, and Trump was his friend
Then it went wrong, the suffering of Palestine bothered
His Christian soul that protested
He moved away from his certainties and spoke of his dread
All hell broke out, and it was pointed out to him that taking
The shilling had to follow a path they had pointed out for
him, he baulked at this and became more convinced
They were wrong
For his unwavering faith, he was shot dead, a martyr who
stood his ground, when he, like many others, did, could
have looked away.
Charlie Kirk was a hero who will be remembered for
a long time to come
I owe it to myself
I need to open up express myself
~speak my truth my mind
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I was once a kid,
Trying to be rid
Of the thoughts of awful feelings inside
And consuming last minute pride
I was living life by chance
I danced the dance of love enhanced
I was giving up true romance
I danced the fancy dance and pranced
I sung the lonely song of lament
With tears building up in my eyes
I lost a lung, singing loud and confident
I can see the truth behind your lies
Denied the fact that I’m still in love with the hatred
You put me through along with unnecessary dread
Instead, don’t even call me on my cellphone
Because I’ll be fighting this battle alone
You picked a bone with me
You screwed me up with ecstasy
You threw a brick at my tree
You’re barking up the wrong envy
I’m swallowing this sea of shimmering shame
Blame me for your wretched wrongs you’ve done
Is what you have done with my horrid heart flame
I came undone in your arms and we had our fun
I’m a jar without its lid
You tried so hard to bid
Me a farewell and oh well
If I told you to go to hell
I see,
I hear,
I feel,
I fear.
But I hide it.
I zoom out.
I zoom out, pretend to be sleepy
to protect myself - so I don't get hurt by it.
I see people not caring.
I hear them only talking.
I feel sick of it.
But somehow, I fear losing it.
Should it be this way?
Am I ungrateful?
Do I feel too much?
Or is this normal?
Is everyone just hiding it?
The Ides of September register strong agitation;
hatred’s violence breaks out, over and again.
Remembering the healing after 9-11’s rage -
the difficult rebuilding of our broken nation.
Measures toward reconciliation would be a gain,
Ideas for this September, a return to God's gauge.
You ask forgiveness
but admit no wrong,
with a voice of litheness
you sing your song
of love~
it is a deceit,
a counterfeit created
from sweet words
and heaps
of ice-cold jade,
carved into illusions
of dreams
and gossamer rings
that snap to entrap
naive hearts
without mercy
for the butterfly's
torn wings
and beauty's descent
into death.
Once Clara arrived, and she beamed with pride -
Applause, after all they were horrified…
In Autumn, a fall;
The Belle of the ball;
The dance of her life, where she could have died.
To cry is a shame and to laugh is lame.
For once down the stairs (do you know this dame?)
She stumbled a waltz…
Could you get her salts?
She’d dance with the stars and a solid frame.
Asps (cobras) have a unique skill;
rare hood threatens enemies.
Intimidation, the goal,
rising up, their ground they’ve stood.
Warning grasped
rasping heard.
Cobra’s hasp
clasps fear's eyes
as foes gasp.
Is age really just a number
With no money no slumber
When birthdays were a fun
Why now I feel that I am done
For each year I used to wait
Now each year appear as bait
When kith and kin were all fam
When we all were herd of ram
When Aunt was another mom
And well enacted the rom com
When Dadu play my super spine
When he’s there for every dine
When love gets lost in labour
No kin, no trust and no favour
In chamber of thorn in all line
Where wonder i if all is fine
In drums of drama’n distance
In every heart there is a fence
A hope resides like star shine
In million miles i may get mine!
My life is crumbling down
And my walls are caving in
Its been headed down hill
Since i began a life of sin
I could've been a lawful man
And found a respectable way
I should have fought harder
At keeping temptation away
Now all my wrong choices
Are showing their ugly face
I can't escape from them
They refuse to give me space
I feel as though I'm sinking
Being swallowed by quicksand
I'm reaching out while Praying
Someone will grab my hand
yummy banana, tasty banana.
eat 10,000 at once, die.
yummy banan, testy banarn.
heving srokke.
heel pme.
10,000 bannn kil u frm pot as yum.
skadoosh!
Why can't I ever find happiness
Is that too much for me to ask
Happiness seems to elude me
It's in depression where I bask
I believe my emotions all left
There is nothing that I can feel
I'm stuck with this numbness
With it I'm trying to learn to deal
Why am I forced to live this way
With a life that's well below par
With each day that passes me by
My heart gains another scar
Why is it for me any happiness
It's always just out of my reach
Depression built a wall around me
That happiness is unable to breach
Someone tell me what I'm to do
With this waste of a life that I live
I've tried everything known to man
I have nothing else im able to give
I'm so tired of searching for answers
There's none available that I see
I truly believe I'd be more well to do
If I were to end it and no longer be
I'm too tired to keep on fighting
The same drawn out fight
With my life is finally over
It will be my life's only Delight
Specific Types of Angst Poems
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Poems Related to Angst
nervousness, apprehension, agony, misgiving, uneasiness, dread, blues, depression, weltschmerz, mid life crisis,