Best Agony Poems


Premium Member Roses of Agony

I am being told to let go
By almost everyone I know
Release, let it out, let it be
Plunge into passivity
 
While I cling to bitter beauty
My bruises bloom a thorny tree
Guarding roses of agony

This pain is mine, it belongs to me
My torment is my blood, it breathes
with every breath, it beats with my heartbeats
Within my tears, it weeps
It shrieks, uncoiled, beneath my skin
Where the sin of suffering begins

It is my fertile fury, my hellish choir
My savage soul, my cathartic fire

It is large and lush and livid
Conquering and vivid

It is too precious, too valuable, to trade away or wallow
in trinkets, or flimsy platitudes, or empty cliches, or hollow
promises of unfulfilling fortresses to follow

Their learned words I dare spurn
For to recover, I must burn

So I will keep it, for I know its worth, 
even if their unsolicited, unwarranted, intrusive,
Questioning and questionable, inconclusive
Unadvised advisors do not grant it girth

It is here I find
What I want most
Where rage of kindness blinds
My grieving ghosts.

06/06/20

Entered in 'N/A Rerun 7'
1st Place

Premium Member Sweet Agony

A love not lost but never found
 An open secret kept unknown
 The peaceful paths of love's battleground
 A sweet agony  yet to be sown

 She was clearly confused
 At the random order
 of love's sad joy
 How it could create and then destroy

 Love was a prisoner roaming free
 Altogether separate from reality
  But she found out a pretty ugly truth --
  -- "Love don't love nobody"! 
                      ---
 8/28/16
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Agony

I lie awake thinking of the agony. 
Life has pierced through my heart.
The pain of loss what could have been.
How can there be life without life.
I fear not the thought of death.
You see, with death there is peace.
So what is this death with pain.

Edward J Ebbs - 02/28/2015


Premium Member The Agony of War

Barbarous reason rejoices
and draws strength dispensing death.
Its celebration comes with
cold effigies of blood soaked,
ravaged, masked graves of silence,
leaving any subsequent regret
within the heart of the stonecutter.
The suffocating privacy
of each muddy sepulcher
calls out its loss-but who will listen
through the rumble of the caissons roar?
Fear has no time to mourn.
Only after the flame
leaves its postscript
are the cries of the Widow heard-
then wars agony entreats the soul...

Premium Member The Ecstasy and Agony of Human Nature

Star-dusted peaks you seek on love's golden moonbeam bliss,
Feeling the rapture of whipped-cream desire in a whir;
Human experience wrapped in euphoria's kiss,
The ecstasy and agony of human nature...

Throes of living with woes, lost love's pathos reminisce,
Soul-groaning, heart-moaning; unwanted guests' bereft slur;
Wallowing human exist falls in nightmare's abyss,
The ecstasy and agony of human nature.


Susan Ashley
October 13, 2017

*Painting by Paul Lovering - 'Agony And Ecstasy'*


~ Tenth Place ~
Premiere Contest #105
Sponsor: Brian Strand

The Pain and the Agony

The Pain and the Agony

The Pain and the Agony
Jesus felt that day;
It tortured His being;
Death held no delay.
Even to take a breath
The pain was so extreme;
The sins of us all,
Crushed him beam to beam.

The cross of the Romans;
Built to inflict much pain.
The pain of our sin-bearer
Was suffered for our gain.
Because He truly loves us,
He was prepared to die.
Stricken on the cross,
Few heard His agonizing cry!

The cross was one of victory—
Victory over death,
When Christ gave up the Spirit;
Breathed His last breath.
Satan in his ignorance
Thought he’d finally won;
Didn’t know this was just the beginning;
New life would be given God's only Son.

The Pain and the Agony;
Blood was shed for you and me.
This ultimate sacrifice
God gave to set us free;
Freedom from the bondage
Of sin that Satan brought,
Upon a sinless Eden,
To bring us sin's onslaught.

Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue
Featured in Maureen's book entitled, Easter Poems
www.maureenlefanue.com


The Agony Outside

The Agony Outside


    Still sitting here wondering why my reflection always fades
        And how that the phantom me causes shadows in the shade
            Flying over thoughtless things as my sanity starts to slide
                Breathing in the toxic fumes from the pollution of moral lies...

                So intelligent but don't understand the things I contemplate
            Lonely boy in the corner scrutinizing his own fate
        Why is everything so confusing now brain activity losing pace
    Crying on the shoulder of the reflection of his own face...

    Time is running out tripping over the edge of being too deep
        Life is just one endless day going months without sleep
            The progress within killing me may be running a bit too high
                Still left with doubt and wondering whether to live or to die...



                                     bmdavey@04/26/16

True Agony

I have drunk from the cup of Sorrow,
Yet my thirst has not been slaked.
So I drink from the cup of Pain,
And I have slaked my thirst at last.

For I now bear the fruits of agony,
Because I have drunk from both cups.
I know Pain,
My closest friend.

I know Sorrow,
My dearest comfort.
I can not turn my back to the pain,
Nor to the sorrow.

They are my allies,
And yet, they are also my enemies.
I can not run from either,
But nor can I stay with them.

My heart is broken,
I know true agony.
For my friend, my mentor,
You are now the deceiver, the traitor.

I will walk this earth,
Bearing both pain and sorrow in my heart.
Nothing will ease my burdens,
For now I am the bearer of Agony's greatest triumph.

Untold Agony

While my happiness hawls in a dark cave of self-doubt, I smile.
Burying my brain cells in the grave of immense fear, I speak.
While my dreams burn in the dreary path of desolation, I suffer to sleep. 
Shedding rivers of blood 
enough to fill the midnight ocean, I walk. 

I welcome each morning with a hammering heart.
I extend warm handshakes with cold hands.
I dance to the looney tunes with quivering feet.
I share my bold thoughts with frozen blood in my veins. 

That day when I gave a presentation,
I received applause and appreciation 
Everyone called me a brave heart,
But deep inside, I remained a cadaver in graveyard. 

That day when I first met your family,
I broke the ice with a soothing melody
Everyone in the abode surmised me as chirpy
My chest alone knows the pain it endured in that pseudo joyful journey.

When you saw me strong, I was undeniably weak inside.
When you saw me smile, you saw me who wasn't at all there.
When the sweetness of my song bloomed your heart, bile was burning the walls of my throat.
When you were witnessing my collar lifting moment , I was actually stopping my collar bones from breaking.

I wish to wake up to the tick of alarm clock but wake up to the thump of my pounding heart. 
I wish to hug the dreams in the deep night's sleep but I fall prey to the paws of nightmares.

My eye lens capture a non-existing image
My brain maps the present to a buried past
My heart fears a fictitious
occurance
My body absconds into an unknown destination.

You feel I'm insane
But I'm enduring excruciating pain

No! No, I'm not overplaying,
And no, I'm not at all 
shamming
I feel I need not be sorry for what I am
Because I'm riding above the clouds to do my best in this lifespan.

AGONY OF A GROWING CHILD

Grow up, they say,
You will come to understand the world,
Yourself,
Things will become better.

Oh how I waited,
To the time I will have ‘grown up’

I am,

They said I would have more peace,
Said I would  understand myself,
Have peace in each and every doing,

Oh mama, they lied,
Every decision I make bites me,
Torments me,

Mama I am scared of the dark,
Yet darkness looms around me each and every single day,

Mama don’t tell people I like smiling,
The beautiful smile has faded,
Replaced with a face full of uncertainty,
Mirror, is my face wrinkled.

The city is unkind mama,
No one to tie my shoelaces, 
They let me trip mama,

Slapped with the hard face of reality, 
Prayers forgotten…maybe once a month,
Doubt creeps in everything,

This isn't me mama,
What happened to me,
You said I would undertsand myself better when I grow up,
You said I would have peace,
Lemme tell you mama,
My body has been in constant fight with itself since I left home,

Confidence replaced with doubt,
Smile replaced with fear,
OH WORLD HAVE MERCY.


written by Becca
© lost soul  Create an image from this poem.

A heart without tomorrow

My love garden remains unweeded,
Each planted flower slowly wilting.
A shadow spreads across my sunlight,
And a storm lingers without rainfall.

Sad teardrops fall from my broken heart,
No blood shed, yet my worlds fall apart.
Agony, sorrow, deep dejection—
Reflections in my shattered mirror.

My tear burns hot enough to bake bread,
Depression drapes a cloak on my head.
Love tortures like a lonely scarecrow,
Left to frighten birds in a rice field.

The bridge between our hearts lies broken,
Our love drifted with the tidal wave,
To an abyss filled with just sorrow,
Leaving my heart without tomorrow.

Garden of Agony In Alliteration

Gorgeous green garden
Filled with fantastic flowers
Three tremendous trees
Tall enough to hide tormented towers

There dwells a dark demolisher
In this garden, green with grief
Suffocating me in senseless sorrow
Being brutalized, my breath becomes brief

You might see many marvelous plants
But these plants grow a poisonous pain
Vomiting very venomous fumes
As agony fills me up again

Big, Bad Agony Aunt's Advice

Oh, honey, your lover’s a jerk;
I promise it really can’t work -
As he’s married, of course,
And he wouldn’t divorce -
I’d deck him* and wipe off his smirk.

* to punch someone hard and knock them to the ground

For Vicky’s Agony Aunt contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Agony of Suicide

Death by suicide
Death in agony
Agony of poison
Agony as emotions race

Race through organs
Race through minds
Mind tortured
Mind destroyed

Child without a mother
Child in tears
Tears flow
Tears remain

Remain insecurities
Remain fears
Fears torment
Fears hold captive

Captive to separations
Captive to uncertainty
Uncertainty of life
Uncertainty of love

Love evaporates
Love uplifts
Uplifts in thoughts
Uplifts in deeds

Deeds done
Deeds good or bad
Bad action
Bad examples

Examples of adults
Examples of illness 
Illness overwhelms
Illness destroys

Destroys humble home
Destroys reputation
Reputation disappears
Reputation negative

Negative example
Negative life
Life wiped out
Life cut short

Short of joy
Short of hope
Hope disappears
Hope not suicide

Suicide changed all
Suicide annihilated
Annihilated 
All

Awfully Agonized Agony Aunt

Dear depressed girlfriend – 

I recommend Paxil or any other brand of those happy pills. Also, I ain’t NOBODYS aunt and I’m not all that agonized either. I’m a MAN not a woman and I resemble your inference that I am woman. I AM an uncle and if I get my hands on you I’ll make you cry exactly that. I kinda like to wrestle with women anyway. Sometimes I even let them win. Once I wrestled a woman who was a body builder and she pinned me in a matter of seconds. I rather enjoyed it but I wasn’t too crazy about getting muddy. I asked her if she’d like to shower with me and she pinned me AGAIN and busted me up pretty good too…
And ANOTHER thing, just because I like to put on a dress and makeup and prance around in front of the mirror doesn’t mean I’m a woman either. I am VERY secure about my sexual orientation, although I have considered getting one of those operations I’ve heard about but guess what? My insurance wouldn’t cover it! Needless to say I was outraged...
You will have to take full responsibility for your nausea too. You should NEVER have joined the Navy in the first place unless you’re…Naw, can’t be! They don’t allow that sort of thing aboard ship do they? Go to Sick Bay and get some Dramamine and Pepto for god’s sake!
Hey, you wanna be MY girlfriend? Ouch! Look, you left a mark…

Sincerely
A recently agonized uncle who just cried ‘uncle’

---For Vicky’s contest

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