Best Agonising Poems

A Psychedelic Whistle Plays a Rhythm into the Darkness

Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the cold and lonely howling bitterness of the night escapes. 
The psychic contrasts...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the cold and lonely howling bitterness of the night escapes. 
The psychic contrasts go up in a surreal smoke-filled entirety.
This is...

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THE BARE INFINITIVE

Look: up above the stratosphere 
Outside the earth's blanket veneer
Beyond planets stars and galaxy 
Past even faintest nebulae

Far from the pull of gravity
Free of Dark Matter's hidden vector
In existential cavity
Untied to any spacial sector

All human weakness risen above
In solo freedom primitive 
Beyond the...

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I was meeting me girlfriend , sexy Cherry Russ
When I saw her hands go up to her mouth and she did cuss
There was this whooshing sound 
And before I looked round
I was hit by the wing-mirror of a bus


With a broken jaw, to get to...

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Flower power

“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower 
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild

And to Berlin or
Paris for that 
matter to dream to
meet a girl and more
under the fountain

The “Fountainhead”
on your mind
“Atlas shrugging”
all the weight of
established rigour
tremors oscillations
generational discord
transmitted juxtaposed
agonising opposition

Budding...

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Blackness…
I’m afraid
I can feel it, so dense
It knows me… it holds me
As it to keep me in suspense

Where am I? 
I’m terrified, my throat is dry
I can feel it…
The blackness rubbing against me
It loves me… it wants me 
I feel it’s hungry

“Hello?”
“Any body there?”
I can...

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why will men fight and suffer to advance the interests of their masters, who fling them aside when they have no further use for them?

Arthur Findlay



The black king and the white king, well they didn't see eye to eye
A war was looming, but not them;...

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Then:


Desire enveloped us,
stoking fierce passions,
beneath a milky moon,

your abandoned kisses,
left me breathless,
under a starlit sky,

love silenced our nights,
a serene peace settling,
filling empty desolation,

at rest at long last,
your presence my final abode,
each caress rich with hope. 


Now:


your absence is felt,
each day, every night,
throttling my dreams,

crawling inside...

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Cancer it breaks cancer it takes
It erodes and corrodes body and soul
Lingers and takes hold  cant be stopped or controlled
Terminal is with an apparent ending
Loss of hope and no point in pretending
Life span is against natures clock
Head now on the proverbial block
Spreads with ease...

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Lonely Death, Fate Of A Lost Soul

Ron sat in the dark alley with urined soaked pants
muttering in a drunken stupor one of his many rants
Facial scars told of falls, beatings from being robbed
misery and blues broke him down into shrieking sobs

Once he had a wife...

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(a poem by Aare Tunde Dawood-Akerele) 
Sympathizing with every motherless child. 

The Pain of Motherlessness 
Is far beyond measure 
Especially for a green mind. 

Begins from the shock of announcement 
To illusion of preparing the corpse 
To agony of witnessing the interment 

Since Mama has...

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Numera omnes qui ingrediuntur hic omissa spe...
                           Abandon all hope all who enter here...

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Crystalline waters


Spring of life,
Traverses newer paths,
Trace the flow of crystalline waters,

Waterfall,
inspires to meditate,
Serenity is immediate,

Stand at shore,
waters buzzing galore,
Furore engulfs agonising throes,

Sets new rhythm,
Tunes the heart beat perfect,
Thoughts flow constant to soulful enthral !



Written November 2nd, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For nette's Crystalline contest...

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I once was a dreamer
Meaning i once was young
Feeling like the world was in 
the palm of my hands
Nothing could ruin my well 
thought out plans
I planned to be rich and 
have a beautiful wife
Oh how i loved this thing 
called life


Then i got to...

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“If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music. I get most joy in life out of my violin”. (By Albert Einstein)


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