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Sonnet Angst Poems | Sonnet Poems About Angst

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Depression

Unending darkness floods the skies alone in dreams my heart must weep no words are spoken or even cried such silence lives where shadows sleep My pleas just echo off the stillness my tears find no comfort as they fall my hope stands as a martyred witness I pin no exit from this pall Turn your head and spare no time leave greater credence to lesser thoughts take what is said in this poor rhyme add to your bed of forget-me-nots Think only of what should have been No lesser loss, this mortal sin.

Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017


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Living Hell

Damned by the devil's curse upon my heart
I pace the lonely bridge twixt love and hate
Stalked by death's shadow from the very start
Forsaken by the guiding hand of fate

My restless soul sleeps in the tangled thorns
Nursed by the acrid milk of bitter weed
Tormented nightly by old lovers scorned
And haunted by a score of sinful deeds

Pray, take me now to storm the gates of hell
Confront the wicked one and question why
Twas reason for my birth under his spell
To live a loveless life until I die

I curse this lonely life given to me
The fire of hell is all t'will set me free


  an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Strength

The trip to church on Sunday wasn't long
Down dry dusty country roads closer roamed
Hearts did rejoice when singing love's sweet song
Precious memories now deeply intoned

A home filled to the brim with kith and kin
No evidence of the grief she suffered
When in her youth tales of such loss did spin
By age of twenty-five her life crumbled

Joys of a young bride with husband beside
Darling daughters three in tow~gone~from life
Oh, life issues such hard brazen blows inside
No longer was she a mother and wife

Her faith in a loving God never failed
She had strength of character which prevailed  

I have been doing some research about my biological family
I found that my father's mother was married in her youth
and had three daughters which all died as did her husband..
She married my grandfather and then had four sons which
all lived..She never gave up her faith through it all..What strength.

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014


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The Necklace Broke

The necklace broke; all the little pieces went scattering across the kitchen floor. Pretty beads were rolling into creases of a bright rug that lay before the door. In order to retrieve the beads, she tried to kneel to grasp the remnants of her prize. Some minutes passed. The girl broke down and cried small pieces of deep anguish from her eyes. That cherished heirloom worn by her each day (because it was the last thing given her by her dear mother who had passed away) would be so hard to fix! And now a blur the room became. The beads she could not see, for tears rained down her face mercilessly.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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One Must Remain:

Like a thunderbolt through the heart, She was beauty, a work of art, A snowfield on a summer's day, She was an angel here to stay. Such loving eyes to gaze upon, How could I ever do her wrong, The moment of truth did come then, As I wrote with paper and pen. Was she truly the love for me? This is something that I must see, Plainly my love for her was torn, To walk in two worlds I was sworn. One of love the other duty, Neither shall wane but one must be. (Eight syllables per line)
12~7~2016

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016

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Obsession

This thing called obsession, rears its ugly head again
I’ve seen it too many times, lovers to friends
People can’t let go with a need to ‘control’
So they dump the poor me’s and let it roll

No respect whatsoever for another they called a friend
To them it is about only them and there is no end
The mighty pleas do call to get sympathy
Because they can’t handle someone else’s choices to be

They don’t even have to know a person well
For thoughts to turn delusional as they swell
They want control and that’s all there is to it
However it has to be achieved for their needs to fit

They spill nice words, as if they really care
It’s all a farce, as people fall into the trap they snare

Heidi Sands

8/16/17

Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017

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Saying Goodbye to Autumn

It seems we said hello, just yesterday
Do you recall the night you came to town?
You blew in silently, I hoped you'd stay
Time really flies when old friends come around

When you leave here, I guess you'll be southbound
I love the pretty blanket left for me
Those yellows mix so well with red and brown
It will make such a treasured memory

Yet when you've gone, how diff'rent things will be
So cold and bare, your warmth will disappear
It happens ev'ry year so let's agree
We'll plan a longer visit for next year

Sweet autumn it is time to say goodbye
I wish you'd come next year about July


   by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet  rhyme scheme
ABAB BCBC CDCD EE

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Murder on My Mind

Could I take love and push it out the door
Make it to die and breathe of life no more
Could I take love and with a spear impale
To make it breathe it’s last, I would not fail

Could passion be a personified I’d try
To beat and torment, then I’d make it die
Desire would be next my wrathe to taste
I'd murder it for what it’s laid to waste

I would inflict the cruelest agony
For what imposters these have done to me
I’d close my ears to cries of mercy made
Until I bury them and turn the spade

For they have only gifted grief and pain
And clothed my heart in shrouds of the insane

Eileen

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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A Penny for Your Thoughts

Inspired by the following quote:  "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." — Helen Keller


Why am I crying now; there must be a reason Is there something my conscious mind’s trying to hide Or could it simply be this humid, warm season The torment of seeking answers can’t be denied There are days when I wake with a smile on my face Grateful for many blessings that have been bestowed But after nightmares, I feel I’ve fallen from grace Anomalies exist in my genetic code Like my Mom, I struggle to break from depression Never understanding why feelings overwhelm Perhaps I pay for a forgotten transgression Is it a smile or a frown today at the helm Sometimes I have tendencies to internalize But the causes of these I cannot analyze
*Written March 14, 2015, for Sara’s “A Penny for your Thoughts” contest.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015

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Modern Marketing, A sonnet

Oh heavy heart these PR men in power
Yellow waxen masks reciting lies
Discovered by research in college towers
Who watch flashing brains in MRIs
Recording as fear lightens lobes
Word and images recorded and sold by drones
For use by corporate men round the globe
Control both CEOs and worker clones
Yet life's free forces flow in city and town
For through the dark. forces strive to transcend
As ever bruised and bloodied onward bound
Through a jumble of fears passes the path of men

Copyright © linda milgate | Year Posted 2010

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Truth, Shines Ever So Brightly

Truth, Shines Ever So Brightly

I was once wrapped it teeth and thick fur
ferocious and ghastly beast was me.
I was a bad dog, a wicked little cur
whipping and snapping at every small flea.

One day, the sun burnt my covering hide
and exposed my hideous skin to see.
Such truth, this heart could not abide
stung me ever so sharply like a bee.

Now comes time to hold less as much more
walk a different path free and alone.
Yes, light filtered through that sad door
where my greatest folly was then shown.

I was once wrapped in thick, shiny scales
Now a deep truth destroys those tall tales.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-09-2016

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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He Meant All To Me

When I was young I use to talk to God
in secret conversations in my head.
And I never thought that these talks were odd
no more than when I knelt beside my bed.

I would speak to Him mostly every day
asking for His help for the umpteenth time.
And I would beg Him to take me away
anywhere but home would have been sublime.

I lived in fear of my father's beatings
from early on God was my only friend.
And in my heart I cherished our meetings
yet the beatings and nightmares didn't end.

Now I'm as cynical as one can be
for where was God when He meant all to me?

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Dark Angel

How intricate your mind. How it can vex! A labyrinth that offers no escape, its walls are glazed with patterns that perplex. I glimpse inside. At times I stop and gape at murals which reveal an iridescence. But shallow are the joys you sometimes feel. I turn to find I’m facing evanescence. Intense emotions swell; become surreal. They swirl with thought; descending, they exude through dark partitions winding through your head. The maze becomes a spiral to seclude you from the world and me. I feel your dread. Dark angel, trapped in strange and endless gloom, to stay with you would mean to share your doom. For Nathan's ......."INSANITY or DEATH"......Poetry Contest Theme: Insanity to Darkness

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Creep at the Edge of Seventeen

She has no friends; the one friend that she had
she threw away for a silly reason.
Her father died, and she became so sad;
she has been four years now in grief’s season!

She denigrates her peers because she thinks
they lack her wisdom and maturity
and thinks that everything about life stinks,
thus oozing angst and insecurity!

She speaks her mind but doesn’t know how mean
she sounds to others or that all her strife
is felt by other teens at seventeen.
She’s soon to face a big change in her life.

Because her loved ones care, she’ll learn to grow.
The creep in her shall soon be letting go!

11/28/2016

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Stepping from the darkness of alone

I must carry this torch down to the cave
To shed light upon the walls of my heart
For, if not, I will take it to my grave
And on that path may make an early start

I cannot think of love, when love is what
Consumes my every thought in every hour
I gambled all I have and took my shot
Chanced my wretched life to fate’s cruel power

But love is what I deeply need to give
My life is not my own unless it’s shared
This aching heart with which I have to live
Must find his mate if he’s to be repaired

But first I must let go the one I crave
And leave this burning torch within the cave ~

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008

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AN EPITAPH

Will liberty ring out again,
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies;
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory,
is respect just a word,
spoken,but never heard:
How long,how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when ,when, will ego bend the knee,
the victim is not me
my friend,my friend,it's we.

Who rings this bell of liberty
truly sounds,our culture's death knell.


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010

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Aphrodite Night

    APHRODITE NIGHT
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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HAPPILY EVER AFTER

HAPPILY EVER AFTER Shall glass behold your countenance, my prince? Appears your smile whilst shining shoes on feet. My honesty and faithfulness convince - - - - - - Your heart to trust…our hearts concede to beat. One day does not a week make, dear. Let’s tell! A Friday makes a lifetime wife! Oh yes! This lonely man, like diamonds in the well, becomes a shooting star to shine, to bless. Get well within a hospital ~ not bliss. Each argument, we bleed, we cry and die. After so many years – we bond, we kiss. No closer pair on line - our eyes drip-dry. My Prince and his gal Friday calm, at rest. We wring out tears, renew our vows ~ we’re blest. Kim Rodrigues © 2017

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017

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OUR MIDNIGHT PLACE

 OUR MIDNIGHT PLACE
As certain as the rains do fall in spring,
will be my love, for you to have and hold,
and know you now--my rain of love will bring
to you, all joy of which all love is told.

No one could ever count the drops that fall,
and so is put together, love for you,
numbers cannot be given them at all,
though put together, one is what will do.

And every single drop adds beauty there
to something we can call a rainy day,
to fill with love, made up, from everywhere,
the drops of life that make love what we say.

Our midnight place, your front porch, dreaming of
each drop of rain that's filled with so much love.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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FIRST KISS OF OUR LOVE

 FIRST KISS OF OUR LOVE
I've just some things I thought your heart should hear,
since they've been weighing heav'ly on my mind,
so list' and I shall whisper to thine ear
with all compassion my poor heart can find.

You've touched me deeply with the way you smile;
such lips could sooth the beast of anyone;
and spreading love with looks must be your style
for every time our eyes meet, love comes on.

Now I'm about to kiss the lips of you
for this first time, I pray the memory
shall linger on through years life takes us through,
together, as I'm certain this will be.

This first kiss of our love will never end
and changes whom you guessed was just your friend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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Gently Lay Me Down

Now gently, oh so gently, lay me down
caress me into blessed tranquil bliss
with tenderness undress me from this gown
then bend to touch my lips with ardent kiss

I cannot bear to stay here long and so
my craving to be free, you need to tend
most gladly will I close my eyes and go
to places where your gracious hand will send

A place where I am loved is what I miss
you know the way to give me sweet relief
and so I yield to you, and ask but this
do not prolong our tryst, but make it brief

Oh Death, you've tried to win my heart before
I give it now, for I can take no more

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017

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The feeble heart

You wish to reach the deepest parts of me
To lure the abandoned child from her eternal sleep
To protect my shrouded frailty and soothe the storm within
But through no fault of my own, I could never truly let you in
You will underestimate my devotion, and burden my heart
Shatter my delicate trust, and at your hands, I'll surely fall apart
It would be wise for me to forget
Your eyes, your arms, your lips upon my neck
The heart knows no rationale, unlike the mind
But it holds the answers that logic unceasingly struggles to find
It's in my nature, it has always been my way
To seek comfort in solitary darkness, I find no refuge in the light of day
In my earliest years I discovered that no matter which love I chose
Far too many thorns mar a single rose

Copyright © Briana Collard | Year Posted 2007

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BLACK MOONS

Black moons on water, deep mirrors of dark
Dark glass where wine whirls in vortexes wild
Wild overfall sucking in seaweed and fish 
Fish drowning in the madness of my inner child

Stay with me, wave demons away from my soul
Soul,  anima mea, my fears of the night
Night is the time where my demons run free
Free me, please save me, bring me to light

Black moons on dark trees where owls sit and stare
Stare at me with round deep black haunted eyes 
Eyes are the windows of tormented self
Self hate my monster to beat undisguised

     One day I will see only sun in the sky
     Sky, autumn breeze, I spread my wings... and fly

*** January 3, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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One Senior's Sonnet

One Senior’s Sonnet

The feelings are frozen, fetid in time,
Decisions denied to the dwindling mind;
Possibilities piling like lengths of twine;
Acceptance of aging cannot be blind.

Duties demean while trying to hold on;
Where hides the help while faculties dim?
Will compassion kindle the fire now gone?
Can joints jump for joy in arthritic limbs?

The sun is sinking in a twilight red rest.
Peace being pursued is allowed conquest.
And tasks like talisman line up in rows
In order opting one by one were chose.

The frightening fear of morning’s trembly dawn,
With prayer and persistence is dead and gone.

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016

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THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN

      THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN     
        February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;

and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.

They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!

       And when the fire consumed all that it could
        the winter of their lives was understood.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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SLAVES BUT BRAVE ENOUGH

Oh, slaves of the nation who works and sweat!
Tired and restless--but still flee overseas
to support a hungry future that frets.
With  barks and claws gained from descent degrees,
if we must succeed-- oh, let us nobly work
so our blood and sweat may not fall to scrap,
veins swollen yet act by act we don't fall to smirk.
Freeing a flood of effort through thorns of gaps
though greedy compatriots act like monsters,
their eyes open wide but gone blindfolded by lies
some struggles and shout, aiming to conquer
bracing away from forms of guns and bribes.
Slaves are we but we're brave enough to replace
those crashing obstacles with lace of grace!
____________________________________________
***Sponsor	Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name	Your Favourite Old Poem #3
++Placed 5th++
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***Sponsor	Cyndi MacMillan
Contest Name	I CAN'T BREATHE: A peaceful Protest, An Anthology of Powerful Poems 
++Placed 1st++

O.E. Guillermo
4:29 pm; December 12, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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Dead to Me

you're somewhere dreaming, breathing, walking still
and in the world of living you reside
in hurting and in maiming is your thrill
you will not let the pain and grief subside

somewhere in this old world you have a place
your do your daily tasks and visit friends
there is no trail to find you, not a trace
yet poison cloud of hate on you descends

you live oblivious to heinous crime
the rape and plunder of a trusting heart
on satin sheets you left your putrid grime
mixed with my blood that flowed from poison dart

So to my heart you're dead and buried deep
My tears have crusted dry; I cannot weep

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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DISAPPOINTMENT acrostic English sonnet

Destiny made a way out of my reach,
Instead of welcoming with open arms
Spread wide. To each his own! On my own, each
And every day, I did life no harm.
Priorities, other than me, came first,
Prior to closing my eyes and dreaming
Of better days. But, bad days made the worst
Inceptions; Days and nights double teaming.
Nothing prepared me for what I would get,
Though I really should have seen it coming.
Most of the time, both my eyes were too wet,
Evidence that God did not do something.
Next time, I will choose to abandon hope,
Trying to get by, while trying to cope.

Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2012

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ONLY THE LONELY

Like the only word on the page,
Like the only page with a word,
Like the only voice being heard,
Like the only bird in the cage.
Like being paid the only wage;
The one without his vision blurred.
Like the only thought being spurred,
Like the only mind of this age.
Like the only leaf on the tree;
The only flower in the ground.
The only one with eyes to see,
Like the only one being found.
Like what it would be to be me;
The only pound making a sound.

Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2012

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Beautiful Lies

Beautiful Lies

One beautiful lie , an unvoiced sonnet
Words veiled with a crime that steals my hearts last beat
Slow turn of your mood shows me disquiet
With kisses warm and vulgar with deceit.

One pulse stills, our love was not the one love,
Just remains of a lukewarm cup of tea.
You steep and brood, one pineing the lost dove.
My broken wing lame, I fall into the sea.

Beautiful lies, my heart begs for your fires
To hear the words forged my way by anvil
Beautiful lies, hope grows dim and expires
Waiting for judgment by divine gavel

Tremble my lips , tears fall dry from my eyes
Protect me from madness, beautiful lies.

Copyright © Brenda Atry | Year Posted 2012