Angst Poems | Examples of Angst Poetry

August 13th, 2025 – twenty six plus years since awful series of unfortunate events The following poem posted about a half hour before the bewitching hour that spelled calamity (which though a freaky Friday the thirteenth) did (nor does) not find me exceptionally superstitious, and rather than wait for the morrow, I feel so pent up...

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The beast bites the hand taught to feed and stroke its mane the wild creed and lash can't be tamed chained nor retrained hunger defeats any pause each person harbors a beast that they dare not rouse that prowls through their dreams for denial whets their fangs and strokes more intense hunger I know all its words I share its profound dark breaths I walk where it...

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My days seem lost forever And my nights last for eternity I’m abandoned in this world Where darkness has overcome me I’m living life in the shadows Where sunlight is forbidden to shine I’m here with the devil who doesn’t sleep All the while wrecking this life of mine By most I know I’ve been...

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Baby blue, my heart's with you; in the bayou, in the bayou. Gray clouds sailed, right on through; now I'm back with you, back with you. All my black moods, turned blue; all because of you, because of you. I sing the blues, all back in tune; with something new, something new. Those blues they aren't so, bluesy blue;...

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torrents of tears flowed when he saw a sea dragon beached dehydrated for he knows that it like him could only shed tears on land the tears were salty welling from bag of sea brine in the ocean's blood he harbored in his body as fluid to bathe his cells he needed to cry but till now tears would not spill weeping on ebb tide to wash moribund...

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party morning and we have ascribed to you your inapprehensible walking ...

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I would see him die, rather than saving him. I don't know what his life could be after he dies, or if he would be saved. If someone dies, that person is remembered, would be praised for his good deeds, or criticized for words he never meant in that way. But I will have the thought that he...

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craving to be seen yet stray retort shatters me — my glass mask splinters every piece tilts my face back at angles I can't endure one word in print scalds smoke sears my lingering thoughts blinding tomorrow — fragility weeps like wax from a candle I keep lit still, I sift slivers threading them in songs and verse knowing they might cut to make strangers laugh or cry it's...

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fall down, up again — smooth stone skips across the pond each strike rings louder on its own trajectory vaulting bouncing once again bamboo bends in wind its defiance scars its skin but it sways unbowed dancing with rhythm resilient on seesaw swinging wide ride taste ash on my tongue before the fire sets ablaze to embrace failure in bread of my own making kneading loaves for noble rise...

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I’ve never learned the art of a reliable recipe, only the art of guessing who might eat it. I will learn what you love, the way you take your coffee, that you’d rather have mustard on your sandwich, that you prefer your toothpaste tastes like fruit instead of mint. You see, I try too hard. My food can’t be one flavor— that would...

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Pálida, quedará la Luna por tú decepción. Pero alumbrara aún está y mil noches que vengan a través de la persiana de la alcoba. El árbol, copozo de mango y hoja verde que alimentado siempre a los dos por la sequía de tu ausencia no sé desplomara. Tus pertenecías junto a postales con Rosas seca y poecia ardiendo de pasión,...

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When I was a boy, I was snarky and coy, I learnt the lessons, when the bullies beat the heck out of me and too right as this was my personality and this little prick was being such a dick. Living so vividly being taught a lesson, I still smoked in the boy's of the toilets and got caught. The teacher waited, until I inhaled the last as I knew...

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A thousand bees never settling down, buzzed within his head. Their confused drone, into a ruffled rumble grew, lengthening into frenzied drum beats, taking the might of...

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The Autumn leaves me here to ~ fall ~ — my crutches that begin firstly where the tremors ripe from fire drawl the Autumn leaves the season's on girl's skin timely — ~ leaves~: her heart a maybe for all burning coldly, coldly burning — trees without leaves are not as tall, I never wanted my deluge. within the gold...

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Obsession an idea/thought preoccupies/intrudes disturbed/displaced obsession awake again three am obsession preoccupies/intrudes chokes/ sex and love are two different things...

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