Best Agonizing Poems
Sharp Pains in my chest
a fire started in my throat
the sting of torment inmy eyes
a weary feeling in my heart
those last few words
that horrid look
the bitter sound of your voice
is torture to my ears
a hammer to my heart
a bullet to the brain
can someone please stop him
from causing me this pain?
I promise to never do this again
if I knew that this would happen
it never would have started
I never would have loved you.
I can't hold up any longer
I'm falling out of love.
is this how heartbreak feels?
it hurts...
I'll never love again.
My mind is in constant torment.
You say you love me, and she's a friend.
You say there is nothing to worry about.
Why then, is my heart clouded with doubt?
Intrusive thoughts plague my inner being..
Every smile, every word uttered, I go on imaging..
I want to bury my turbulent mind in a deep coffin.
So, I do not have to, continually cry and think so often.
Why do I ask questions to add fuel to the “ammo?”
You answer all my questions but, do I really know?
You still come home and sleep in my bed.
Then why does my heart continue to feel “misled?”
When you leave; my heart grows empty.
The green monster starts in again, with unending ifs of agony.
Agonizing Christmas days in the infirmary
There I was, vanquishing ailment-inflicted misery
Beseeching the Lord for miraculous victory*
While soberly pondering Emmanuel’s birth story
…marvelously wondrous in human history.
On his intensive care unit’s bed, ailing
Dad groaned in pain, health grievously failing
Afflicted since affected, I hated my own wailing
While beholding my dear human fortress grueling
…struggling, for the Saviour’s mercy, calling.
Yuletide 2018 scenes remained vivid in my heart
Now being relived as caroling does start
Still I’m stricken by gripping sorrow-dart
While hospital memories I could not outsmart
…linger, hearing Dad’s voice singing his baritone part.
Today, I pray for God’s gracious cheers so bright
In celebrating Christmas with bouncing-up might
Gathering not to mourn, but to enjoy reunion delight
While thanking the Lord for His goodness-height
…commemorating Dad’s first death anniversary aright.
*1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
December 17, 2019
2nd place, "Second Chance" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 2/17/2020.
Peaked out and everything was covered
White—some things totally invisible—visioning
Helpless immobility burdens, once always conquered:-
Background sunlight caste dull-white shadows
Across whiten, once pale green grass groundings;
Where excited dogs have left frozen scented footprints.
Wow, who would have imagined that warm yesterday
Was, as if fall had challenged winter to show her cold face?
Well, weary winter just burst out in all her agonizing beauty!
And now, here we sit in an even more distancing atmosphere
With its own chilling pandemic overtones of melting running water
Wetting wishful dreams frozen into no-show-snow, slippery tomorrow!
The leaves fall in the consciousness
unable to find the spot where to begin.
The wind blows in the midst of meditation
without knowing when to cease.
Because it seems easy
as sitting on the comfortable chair pondering,
because it feels being chased
while running and thinking at the same time
with the passing time,
the rain falls in the concept of a flood of thoughts.
If you let your imagination go to the farthermost edge
while walking in the plain, it looks vast and boundless.
Or otherwise you look at it from the vision of a smaller window.
As you walk in the plain whether it is limited or limitless,
you will come to the riverside one day or you may see the plateau
floating in the foggy air one morning, and when you roam in the plain
as your thoughts lead you to the way, the sun shines on you,
you will tread upon moonbeams, the stars tumble all about your feet.
When you consider the place where you lie down
and close your eyes, pillowing the cycle of thinking
as a beginning and an end, the cycle of thinking processes stops.
The tears, as well, fall on cheeks at that moment
to flush the thoughts into a marsh of the unthinkable.
A tear drops become a bloom of flower by the marshland
where no one thought it there to be thinkable.
Here i lie, paralyzed by the sinful thoughts cursing my heart with deceptive tranquil blood clots,
who ever knew falling in love could bring so much heartache.
My eyes widen & my nerves are shocked by visualized images of a possible of misleading my Love(s) into another heartbroken faze of believing that i am meant for them... when i'm not.
suffocating from my own vapors of fear & guilt.
Auhh!!.. my mind is going crazy for i am torn between the love of both.
one walks through hell from those angrily shunning the love he has for me causing his heart to sadden & wilt.
And the other, whom i invited into my secret garden of trust, purity, 7 love...while as i face the Bible, lying to those who believe in me most under oath.
out of all the billions of people here on earth why must i be the one to face depression?
why must i be given so much care and concern in my heart to make either one feel so deplorable?
i never knew that today would be the day for me to feel so dumb founded about the deadly poison of confessions.
And to know that whom ever i choose to grow with, i still let pain weaken my soul for the grief of the other who now voodoo's my life and for me not to ever feel loveable.
And still in the broad views of nature and silence from the birds singing, i am still dazed and slumped over by old Lucifer's form of misery riding my back.
Wishing and praying that God could send me some where i can feel pure and innocent of all commandments and forbidden mistakes of the Bible.
Smiling unnecessarily just
Cuz you're smiling.
Worried intensely cuz
Your mood is off.
All I want is nothing more
Just a smile on your face,
No worries in your mind
Keeping you happy
All the time,
Am I in love.
Cuz it's the first time
I'm feeling this for anyone
And that's only for you.
Now you tell me
Do you feel the same for me
Or it's just me
Having feelings for you.
It is love, isn't it.
©Sachin_rawat
W-arn
E-ach
L-iving
C-reature
O-f
M-istakenly
E-ating
P-oisonous
L-eaf's
A-gonizing
N-atural
T-aste
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Solitude breeds malignant nemesis
couched as woe seated heavily
within mine angst
riddled quavering psyche
blinding clairvoyance
debilitates enthusiastic frequency
wavelengths propagate unfounded
probable future destitution
predicated upon intractable lifetime mired
within groveling penuriousness
"dirt poor" accursed fate
pervaded plentiful not ready
for prime time playing years
repercussions long fostered anguish,
when offspring begot
(particularly the whip smart eldest)
she jockeyed herself as winner
with good n plenti horsesense
chomped at the bit, albeit figuratively,
when aforementioned progeny
attained age of awareness
underscored by livingsocial
in the horn of plenty
regarding estates generally
dripping exuberant wealth,
where plush domiciles within MainLine
accentuated luckless financial pitfall,
asper yours truly afflicted mental illness
mine generalized anxiety, panic,
obsessive compulsive disorder...
ascribed to existence squandered,
nee imprisoned impenetrable prison
found me captive undermining
ordinary healthy development
sabotaging approximately five decades
constituting better part sans mein kampf,
which total three plus score orbitz,
yet far and away psychologically afflicted
nsync and linkedin with
emotional, mental, and social trauma
(learning difficulty compounded
dilemma repercussions extant today),
now healthily sublimated,
courtesy painful pubescent exhumation
poetry metier write
cathartic, holistic, narcotic...
plus weekly therapy sessions
also exercise in toto with meditation
supplements summoning forth
inner Wizard of Oz
to traverse cratered abysmal pits
gingerly sidestepping death traps
awash with skeletal wreckage
indelible scars perforating
air supply condemning me
aging baby boomer nsync
lead zeppelin plunges
corporeal essence gripped
stranglehold asphyxiates
sputtering torturous undulations
irrepressibly avast impossible mission
livingsocial counter intuitive
rather hermetically sealed simian
accustomed himself being alone.
All the pain, the fear
When will the Monster appear?
Where and how severe?
The anxiety
The racing thoughts inside me
Never let me be
My mind’s on fire
The Monster is a liar
Can’t jump much higher
Will I hurt myself?
Could I injure someone else?
Clay pot off a shelf…
Delusions are real
They are my thoughts, how I feel
Daemons never yield
My mind has gone numb
Unfeeling, deaf, blind, and dumb
Zombie I’ve become
The Doppelganger
Trying to take me over
Hour by hour…
Tries to devour
My mind and my will power
Wants me to cower
Bugs crawl in my brain
Legions of the Daemon’s reign
Effect of my bane
Will I still be fine
Surviving the Monster mine?
I just need some time
I must hold and fight
Need to seek and find the light
Then I’ll be alright
Maybe find a priest?
He’ll say some prayers at least
An exorcism?
My best bet is to
Call upon God and Jesus
For the help I need
But it’s very hard
To go in which direction
When you are confused
Doppelganger used
With the Monster I am fused
I’m Deamon abused
Monster’s devotion
Zombies have no emotion
The evolution…
Antagonizing
Monster and Daemonizing
The agonizing…
Our life-giving planet in agony gasps for breath
As Man's barbaric actions are choking it to death*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 November 2018
*Let’s take a moment to reflect on a sad truth. Our planet and almost all animals and plants living on it are struggling with man-made pollution.
Animal Populations Have Declined By 60 Percent Since 1970 ...
www.usnews.com/news/national-news/articles/2018...
Animal species around the world have seen their populations decline by an average of 60 percent between 1970-2014, according to a report published Tuesday by the World Wide Fund for Nature.
Making Agonizing Choices
By Elton Camp
It’s a fact about which many are unaware
But there are millions of examples out there
Old people who aren’t able to hold a job
But struggle not to let it their dignity rob
Long ago gone is their modest nest egg
And they’d rather die than have to beg
Their Social Security checks are too small
Much they need, they can’t afford at all
They must decide how their funds are spent
Shall it be for food or should I pay the rent
And medical care they are forced to forgo
To pay the cost, they don’t have the dough
In winter to stay in bed by night and day
Since for a high heating bill they can’t pay
Meat once in a while they would find nice
But they must get by with beans and rice
No hope of better can most of them see
Until death mercifully sets them free
Just how much courage does it take?
To stick to the plan that I’d made
And why should I be afraid?
To live my own destined fate
When all I could do is hate
All the things that I have said
Can’t I just stay in the bed?
With no sorrows and no regret
But the image of it in my head
Keeps on replaying until the end
Here I am, again
The place where it all falls apart
Where the light disappears
For the struggle of my heart
My soul yearns...for pleasure
A nice, sound, ending
To pain, suffering, inconvenience
The incessant blending
...of circumstances, truth, reality, experience
Ugh!!!
There is no freakin' reality
In this world, that can have my heart
Haven't I proven it...enough
Impatience wants to impart
...facts
Nice, another something to add
To the endless monotony of information
I'm exhausted from processing
REVELATION
I want presence...the kind I can hold
Except, experience has taught me well
The moment I possess, I can't enjoy
The passion to live in this sensational hell
Am I from here???
I believe I am a foreigner
In a land of relative friends
Having no tolerance for difference
Or learning how to blend
...without losing composure
I believe I will go to bed
Enough has been said
At least when I sleep
I have no need
...that alludes satisfaction.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06/09/2019
Because you have known,
like you look at my agony growing in it.
While she looks, at the spark she has caused
in the eye of it.
As I moan because of what she does and still
goes on I am fully spent.
And hearing
the wind moan through the trees she as well.
Bushes camouflage the disturbance of the leaves
and still the robin sings too and you do not have to imitate them.
The make up each eye with her almond milk that I drink running down to the sea.
And full of youth, she preens her green lips glossed, assured.
And as for that which with my domestically,
I Agonized over what will forever not be.
While hearing the song that she sings.