Angst Poems | Examples of Angst Poetry

a black dress an open casket friends and family all around me, trying to reach me i couldn’t hear them, not at all the only thing i could look at was the face i once knew, the face that was my lifeline laying lifeless in front of me....

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I walk the path I usually do on the left side of the fence Running on the right side there’s you irrational and without sense. Hence, I stop Make myself small, And wonder What if once more the fence were a wall? In my mind, a memoir of fracture And there it is, that echoing answer. So I keep walking Do not want to catch...

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My bones float over her, I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip — Another sun that must be asked. My bones float over her, I'm glass. I gave myself, my skies; cup's pass A blue bookmark upon your lips. My bones float ~over her~ I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip. ...

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What is something blue; the bride will tuck away her someday in her til-death-do-they-part bouquet-distillation. —by poet Light up the darkness with star sound. honey moon, round, brilliantly blue - preemptive view. Sound of the sky, lights up bride’s gown; blessings flow down. Black rose, of groom, forever bloom in a silver-moonshine bouquet. It’s bride’s someday and her groom’s plight - round-robin rite. ...

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"We can choose either to remain heartbroken all the time or with resilience, come back to cheer, as true happiness primarily stems from inside and not through external factors alone. Our happiness is mostly dependent on our way of thinking and how we see life"..... By Poet She heard the sound of pigeons overhead. Looking up she...

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If everything’s been written And everything been said We won’t speak anymore Won’t write anymore. But if we are the new prophets Sent to remind manhood The world belongs to God And if the world drowns off In the mud of inky well And scribes and Pharisees Roar in the vanities Then we’ll still howl our dreams Writing down all our visions And against their arsenals We will unfold...

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He slipped away? Or did they take him? Stranger things have happened, have they not? Why do I ask so many questions of myself? Or am I asking questions of him? I could make statements. He went off of his own accord. This is one of his stranger happenings. I have to ask so many questions. So, this could be a question. Or is...

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a sonnet a cockroach is climbing up the outer wall of the building aiming for my open kitchen window  when reaching the window sill, I pushed back down it landed on a flower bed I sensed its resolve, no doubt it will try again when I'm frying fish  and  open the widow for the smell it will make a move ...

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Your flesh was never warmer than my passion, a flame more intense than you could ever bear. My love for writing poetry is my secret weapon. While I may not claim to be gifted My identity is Black, and words have always motivated me. I can string them together easily, but making them meaningful? That’s...

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There are voices all around us Not loud, not obvious, But aching to be heard. Within this poem lies three unheard stories Three souls, each silenced by society A woman who smiles in fear. A boy punished for love. And a girl whose dreams shrink in the shadows. Their pain is different, But their silence is the same. This poem is for them For the unheard,...

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To be or not to be To smile or not to smile To wave or not to wave. A foe I must fight A stranger I must meet A friend I must greet. Why can't I just be A face that no one knows A voice that no one hears A person that no one sees. Why can't I just live Buried in the rubble Head...

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You scorn the work my chisel made, Yet you have never held the blade. You see the flaws, call them mistakes, But you have no idea what it takes. It’s easy to point the finger with empty hand, To stand high ashore and sound so grand. But the sea never hears from those aground, Only from...

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Cash strapped despondent citizen banker in unrelenting deep purple Depeche Mode crisis... the yeast you could do for a crusty and crabby old man, (who I know like the back of my clawed hand), albeit well bred wordsmith doth wonder, whose person analogously baited courtesy being at the receiving end of one after another phishing schemes whereat identity thieves stole loot linkedin with checking account making...

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Cash strapped despondent citizen banker in unrelenting deep purple Depeche Mode crisis... the yeast you could do for a crusty and crabby old man, (who I know like the back of my clawed hand), albeit well bred wordsmith doth wonder, whose person analogously baited courtesy being at the receiving end of one after another phishing schemes whereat identity thieves stole loot linkedin with checking account making...

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tormented teetering on the edge of insanity AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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