Best Abysmal Poems

Ah at last I am at my home; feels a bit empty yet nowhere to roam 
As I pace around wondering what to do; this place is full of lies you have no clue 
I could play a game or turn on the television; but I'm so...

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You are my idol, epitome of my life.
I treasure thy memories,buried deep in my heart.

I cherish that warmth as a toddler,
When on your chest I slept .
I miss your fingers caressing my hair, as I wept.

I admire that hug as I excelled in exams,
I miss...

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Operating on egos, heavy trust excavator 
Temptress trampled tendons, smooth massuese
Promised loyalty, gushing hasty behaviour
Brought men false hope of frail soul's spruce


In her rancid blood, infused through bone
Methods to tease displayed glitter gleam genuine
Blinded sociable victims, feelings on loan
Passed true hearts to her raw to...

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The terrible misfortune of one wretched lonesome
Poetic soul in an emotional life who travels helplessly
down a long tunnel with no ending in sight
Passing by the familiar face of abysmal darkness
Who speaks gently to me of eternal nothingness.
Tormenting my profound emptiness, a heaviness
That heaves me down...

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One dip into your eyes
And my itches get soothed
Just one dip
And I realize that in your depth,
Lies my anchorage!

Since when has one mere little dip
Been enough?
I shall thirst for more
And I shall grip you,
Claw at you,
So that your heart turns into an abyss
Into which I...

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The air about my emptiness is so thick,
So fluid,
That the deepest of breaths leaves me choking,
Drowning on nothing,
Gasping for clean air,
But my world is too rotten,
There is nothing left that is pure,
Nothing left that is clean,
In the hallows of my hollowness,
The echoes bounce back at...

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Written: February 25, 2024

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In a scene of singing sunlight.
They claim it blurs our sight.
Shall we dare gaze at the sky?
Through dread, the stars fly.
Stoking in a vacuum sway
Beaming...

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Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where freedom looms
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
structured sound of silence booms.

Dawdling against inevitable fate
temporarily holds in check (mate)
eternal salvation woebegone
grievance to ameliorate
repurposed conscious being (me)

sanguine reunion ridding...

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Black abysmal below now waits
Sifting the nuisance, traits of hate
Grave is the door, stairs mold from dirt,
The demon slinging scythe for work,
Face upon face laughing at fate

Perverse ill be, for you to sate
Tempting inside, tempting this mate,
For now we lay nude upon earth 
Into the...

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Infinite pitch black void zoomed,
I vacillated then pitched headlong
(head and knobby knees, over heels)
where skeletons in shuttered closets roomed,
and antithesis of freedom loomed
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon groomed
courtesy the once mighty Mississippi,
now barely a babbling brook in places

espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
till after...

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Neither family nor scant friends twill mourn
severance outlook linkedin inextricably forlorn
accursed psychological agony since I got born
incessantly pilloried courtesy bullies hood scorn,
yours truly convenient scapegoat raked over hot coals
preferable versus insidious,
malicious, nefarious, opprobrious

querulous, ridiculous, salacious...
suffering post traumatic stress disorder wartorn
invisible battle scars branded me, yet...

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but though you don't know

                  I betrayed you, down I go

                 ...

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Slay me now, and take a solemn vow,
Men can't say I might have died this way,
Thrust me through, and make it strong and true.
I'm a wreck, but long live the king Abimelech....

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Spring’s Abysmal Guile
By Sy Roth

A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit,
a corruption of a miasma vast,
as though some sepulcher, long sealed,
split its stony jaws to breathe.
Vile exhalation of a corrupted world.  

The reveler, unwitting wretch
treads the decadent fields where verdure writhes,
each blade a...

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