Anguish Poems - Poems about Anguish

Like ghosts in my pockets, weighing me down, burdens echoing with quiet sorrow, coiling tight around the soul in silent pain. Some weights like umbrellas cast aside after storms, others iron shackles, rusted, locked in permanence— all carried unseen, but deeply felt. Knots in the spine, scars engraved on the mind, tangled threads, riotous roots of clinging shadows— held tight, wrapped in sorrow...

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The dismal, drizzling midnight and happenstance finds her lost by an empty field with few things left to lose and even fewer shames concealed. She lifts her face to the rain and loses herself to nature's forces. When at last she looks back down; she first sees the ghost horses. Two white ones, one brown...

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Anxiety consumes. IT eats And IT eats devouring, until the only substance left is drool. A drool so cold and numb, one could say IT hurts. IT dribbles down the brain looking at memories, looking at moments, ripping them and moving to the next. IT leaves IT'S exhausting trail while going back to IT'S hiding place. In the back of the mind IT sits, getting...

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Taking a child from an unmarried mother is shocking, many are shamed and shunned by society with many taking their own lives, sadly in some parts of the world this vile practise continues. Quote by poet. Paul and Suzy fell in love whilst they were both still at school, They were inseparable and often seen holding hands together,...

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The abyss swallowed you Into the ocean of despondency, Right above death's holler, And you couldn't quitclaim. No skepticism, no demurrer— You took fate lightly. Memento Mori, your guts finally cried out To space and sky. No one to reckon with But your aimless shadow. What fate...

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No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a life profaned restrained caned for being female —don’t you dare cry out! he shouts wordless worthless voiceless choiceless b***h! Yes —...

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## The Feast They gather in the shadowed corners of my mind, A ravenous horde, their forms undefined. Not flesh and bone, but whispers sharp and cold, They gnaw at peace, and stories left untold. Doubt, the gaunt hound, with eyes that never blink, He sniffs at joy, and leaves a bitter stink. Anxiety, the spider, spins her silken snare, Trapping my breath,...

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They embrace the illusion, loud noises of praise - in lieu of the mirage, I opt for unblemished soul. Hidden symphony conjuring reckless gambit, in the open they unveil their virtuous guise. They are drawn to one another like magnets, embracing shared values, dancing with darkness. They cast stones at the different, branding diverse worship as heresy, but God's ways...

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You're dying.... I'm Cancer, No denying. I'm happy No lying, Years fighting, Years trying, I love that, You're dying....

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Dr please listen Dr. please listen, I'm laid up in this bed and I'm wishin', Hopin' for a doc to come with the vision, To gimme pain meds, the ones I've been missin'. But into the wind, man, I been pissin', Layin' here hopin' the docs would listen. They'd rather see me suffer in pain, So I may as well quit, I'm makin' no gain! It...

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September crashes through the seas, Summer’s depths, carrying my dreams Taking my regrets, with the breeze, Breathing light across the tide’s streams. October paints it’s fierce display, Rusty leaves in stunning outbursts, Trembling hues seem to gently pray. Dancing with autumn’s tranquil firsts. November calms with its grey brush, Washing dawn with overcast blues, Tempting us to see autumn’s flush, Caressing the waves who enthuse. This is...

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Anointed in Kerosene to confer in agony with ignited desecration of mortal flesh to bone, seared by melting anguish writhe blistering contortions through a suppressed discomfort in furious continual thresh heshers pernicious by physical immolation. Written on Apr/27/2024...

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I could fill a bottle with air, sunken by liquid depression. A matter so densely populated. by false hope and worthless thoughts. I cower to my need to feel this way, for this was the path I chose. and...

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("Mrs. It Dances Through It", 2014, original pen and ink) Turning Point - Coming of Age - Acceptance at Last Finally at age 65 I reach a turning point Where a lifetime of doing is seen To be just a lifetime of accumulating Moments and things to give purpose And a reason to be perhaps, But more likely just a way to...

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"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth," Israel's war crimes, a brutal truth.. The statistics are glaring and growing more bleak. One thousand Gaze an children killed every week.. Fathers in anguish, mothers drown in their tears, their babies now gone before their first year.. Every fifteen minutes a child killed in their blast, while one in four are...

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