Angst Poems | Examples of Angst Poetry

I’m a rat trapped in a cage. Spinning my wheel round & round forever. The days don’t start & the days don’t end. I just exist & at the same time I don’t. It makes me wonder if phantoms are real & if they are is this how they feel? Like they’re floating outside reality....

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The flying lesson White as a shroud, the virtual paper in front of me I wanted to record my first flight in a Dakota plane  Inside, the aircraft looked like a bus, reaching under my seat for the parachute, the steward said there wasn't, but he handed me boiled sweets which I didn't eat in case it was a drug keeping...

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Profit Weather a penny or it is a pound, a profit’s a profit when it is found. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison ...

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The mark of water is an empty void. It washes clean. It slips through fingers, It has no cup, leaves no trace For it is the primordial spark, the fountainhead of life, the matter and medium that's within sustaining all living things. The watermark you speak of is the scar of what lingers, after water has been and gone— the scum that clings, the salt crust and...

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It’s February the soft stones are still hard among the eaves clinging to the river ...

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being alone is nothing like feeling alone...

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God's Acre In a field, not far from here, I see millions of lit candles  But only at night, during the day, it is a potato patch A man, you can call him God if you like, walks along  The candles and, every so often, snubs out with his thumb and index finger, a lit candle, with fingers sore...

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The river flows But not outside of me My body As much as I tell it It will not respond to my emotions As much as I cry inside It will not cry outside As much as I smile inside It will not smile outside...

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The moon glows like a pearl on a dark pond. Ripples fracture its reflection beyond. Shadowy edges become a mysterious scene. With its face becoming alive to gleam, a demand that you read its lips and smile, to the omens it brings with gusto and guile. The moon above has a fixed stare, stony-faced! Reflected in the pond, it's wildly debased, Crying...

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There is always something unspeakable in what remains— a fractured spectrum of what once was, scattered in the leftover bits: half-maimed, dismembered, and quietly rejected, in what we scrape into the compost bin. Every spick and speck reeks of the aftertaste of endings — with our recycled grief and rejection dissolving in the detritus of what we could not finish....

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The  Necktie He woke up fully dressed, minus his tie, in the lumpy bed of a third-rate hotel, which had a fridge beside the TV The last semi-civilized place, one up from sleeping rough  The room reeked of depravity, and a dusty curtain  protecting the inhabitants from the cruel world outside The news was about a woman who strngled with a...

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Lyric Man (Chance Summer) songer.co/song/u8ulv7rbi89mspeng2luhj54 (copy & paste to listen) JUST ASK [Verse 1] If you're needing healing, wrestling with disease, If your wallet’s empty, you're down on your knees. If you're feeling lonely, too proud to even cry, Or lost in the darkness with no strength to try. If you're holding shame like a heavy stone, If joy...

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FEBRUARY 2024 I've got the shoes of life on the wrong way so chop off my legs and let me walk with the stump, so I won't have to take this anymore. I'd rather walk left, left, left than right, right, right to fall into your arms, into your ballad of wrongs. But I'd rather walk right, right, right than left, left, left to...

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Greetings, joyous May! Welcome, enchanting Month of May! What wisdom and wonders do you bring to light? Reflecting on the frosty days of January, the playful pulse of February, and the turbulent winds of March— As we embrace the dawn of a new beginning, What treasures do you hold ...

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