Best Angstlife Poems
Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Black bird has spoken,
Like the first word
Compare this to life,
My dearest friends,
We must live life to the full,
To the bitter end.
I sit here amazed,
At what life will bring,
Seemingly un phased,
Still unable to sing
Destined for greatness,
Me? I think not,
The great unanswered question,
Will I be famous or not?
A gripping finale,
My lifes a thriller,
The music grows tense,
The ending a spine chiller.
Hows this thriller end,
My friends I cant say,
For the best advice,
Is to live for today
I’m not sure what they are all expecting
When they turn to look at me
I’m not the one wanting to be put on a pedestal
I can’t light the moon for all to see
I’ve seen the disapproval in their eyes
In some of the ways I live my life
I know the gift I was given
Memories burned within; that I relive every night
They I guess don’t understand at all
Only to a few to whom I explain
Like you I’m human on the inside
What gives you the right to judge my pain?
So continue with your whispers; go on and continue with the glare
I’ve never taken life for granted, will I explain or am I wasting air
If you want to try to understand; I’ll let you in for a little peak
Be careful for what you wish for, and remember its pity I don’t seek
So don’t judge me for the way I live
Don’t assume for me you know what’s right
I’m a man who never claimed to be perfect
Please don’t ever put me in that light
You should know I would do anything for anyone
Ask my friends or others in life that I’ve met
For my family and friends I’d lay my life down for
It’s time I’ve borrowed, and I know one day I must pay that debt
I live my life as it comes; to the fullest and sometimes the extreme
I can’t live my life like I’ve only three months to live
I have played that game once and it wasn’t a dream.
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the jailhouse blues have consumed me
the life that I lived has doomed me
for all of the things I've done so wrong
the law says this is where I belong
society says that justice is due
for a life of crime and mischief too
if only I knew then what I know now
I' have lived my life different somehow
so here I sit feeling so sad
because of the things I did that were bad
I know I have no right to complain
my crimes and bad deeds, I cannot explain
If the sun sets before I die, allow me to say that I am love
For if my heart could speak, you too would know of love
See you not, for my heart weeps and it's tears fun and fall still in my soul
I miss her so bad, she is my whole world, and I nothing without her
Her smile is the image that portrays my ultimate happiness to love her forever
And I cry for tomorrow and her are not promised to me
For as long as I breathe I lover her more and more each day
My God I beg you, take this cup from mine hand and allow me to make her happy
I cant do this without her, I love her with all that I am
In your image I love, and in your grace I can have her and guide her in this life
Please, take my life if I cant have her, for this life without her isnt life at all
One day in May my life became
a city of veils,
closed off and unseen like
a year of fog.
I was in denial.
Could i restore my belief in my
lifes short career?
Learn to take away this howl
of bitter rage at my
healths inadequacies.
To maybe fufil a full life cycle of dependency.
I could only hope and pray.
My bloodline inheritance leaves
me with a furious love
building on a nightmare of weeks.
Fifty to save it
two to organise it"s end
a flickering flame that
will finally snuff out
and put paid to all my ambitions,
my fatal end.
If only i could move out
of my mind.
Find a hung jury
that still has a return policy
on defective breasts.
Time given out for
good bevaviour,
to go on fostering
my independent spirit.
My thoughts inside implode..
though my standard eyes still gush.
A blessed release.
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Be responsible!
"Your behavior is your own",
He reminded me.
Where did I go wrong?
I thought we were together.
Was this my mistake?
I thought we agreed.
"You did not listen, again.
I never said it".
The rage took over.
My responsibility!!!
"You are such a jerk!"
I had to get out.
Now, no containing myself!
I am angry now.
For days and for days,
I have been biting my lip.
"Shine in on", I said.
Yesterday, he asked,
"What is the matter with you?"
I could not respond.
The life is straining
I am thinking of leaving.
The love is spilling.
Today, he gets it.
"I am sorry for my part".
"I do understand."
The raw torn places
Are still touching hot, red nerves
I feel like the fool.
The life is draining
I am thinking of staying.
The love is filling.
"Pork chops for dinner?"
He is taking the control.
He is never wrong.
I COULD HAVE SWORN THE AUTHOR OF THIS POEM WAS PAST THE POINT OF CRYING
I’m trying to do something to stop from thinking only of you
But I suppose that’s the only thing a reverent lover can do
I’m staring into space trying to picture your face that always makes me smile
Being with you all the time isn’t time enough because you make time fly so fast
And what we required was a lover who could make us shed our past
I recall you picking a daisy for me and blowing off the delicate dew
While I envision you kneeling over for yellow flowers picked by the hand of graceful you
Then there were the strolls we’d take with your arm glued to mine
And we’d laugh at the same time over nothing because of a little too much wine
Then we’d head back to our bed in the apartment both of us shared
As I lay down next to you praising the lord of love for having made us paired
Our little cat whose name you chose jumped on the bed but I didn’t care
I’d just hold your silken hand and run my fingers through your ebony hair
My life with you made life the best life life could ever be
But alas you left before you could do all these things with me
© 2011…phreepoetree
WHY CAN’T KITTENS MEW AND COO TOO
Does the dove coo because he’s free,
Or is he weeping only for me?
What am I going to do when boulders fall?
And as for doves those huge rocks will kill them all
Does your kitten mew because of you,
Or is he just meowing to express what he wants you to do?
Perhaps his purring is a sign as to why the doves weep
And in the kitty’s purr could be the secrets you keep
Well as for secrecy I can tell you one thing for sure
I am impractical, impotent, immature and impure
You yearn for your kitten to sit upon your lap and grant you peace
While I’m outside searching for dope to stop the chanting in my head that won’t
cease
Someone unknown to me chants psychically and somehow reaches me
Unfortunately his good advice on avarice and life never teaches me
So I stroll down a darkened street at midnight knowing a junkie’s life ain’t pretty
And whether strolling or stagnant while seeking solace I’m always thinking of you
and your little kitty
But when push finally comes to an addict’s shove
I wonder why the sky is no longer granted that dove
© 2011.…Poefree
Sitting on a Wall
Waiting.
Waiting while fools rush by,
Worn down heels, trodden on
Then thrown away, to be left
Sitting on a Wall.
Wondering
Wondering why I was born to be
So I could see no rhyme, no reason,
For me to be
Sitting on a Wall.
Dreaming;
Dreaming of a life with you
At the centre of a galactic whirlpool
Of infinite life and depth
The stars rush round me and I’m left
Sitting on a Wall
On a Blistering chilly cold night in upstate New York, a junkie awaits his last
vein-line of the night. The drug guickly takes affect-he feels heat in his neck. Some
one father-this man-be. Somegirl's husband, the family will never see. The doormat
of life brings Someone Son upon life most studious voice no-more. A mother son,
bad news at the door. She goes to answer-the officer say's they're gone. Someone
son, someone's friend, get cheated out of life before the rise of the Sun. Now, don't
you walk-but do yee run, if he's down, "help him up". Stay away your gun. Alway's
remember he's Someone Son.
ABRAHAM, SOLOMON AND YOU
If there were an entrance fee to get into Heaven how much would you pay?
And let me tell you brother, it won’t help you now to pray
So you get to Heaven with 56,000 bucks and St. Peter looks at you in scorn
Sorry sir, but The minimum cover charge is the life of your first born
If there were something difficult to do to become Heaven bound?
And you must decide soon before you’re fodder for the ground
Would you sneak up on an old lady and strike her about the head?
Now keep in mind, this is the deal when destiny deems you dead
If the only way you could get into Heaven meant your pretty daughter’s death
Would you cast away your daughter’s life and give UNTO a stranger her breath?
What if the cost of Heaven turned out to be the life of your younger brother,
And after your brother bleeds OUT you must then slay thy mother?
God tempted Abraham on a mount with his son’s death in his hand
And Solomon, when he said he’d split the babe in half, no one could understand
So my brother, to Hell is where you are bound lest thee come up with an answer
“Yo Saint Pete, how about we get rid of the boss and give God colon cancer”
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ (Yo D. SEE what i mean about the
Christian poetry rooms?.....just the ending of this got me banned from one)
I’LL ALWAYS BE AROUND IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND i can't change a dollar
When feeling trapped some people take to the sky
Some others take to the sea
I was wondering if a woman like you could teach me to fly
Nay, surely not a knave like me
I’ve been deceitful or sometimes delightfully kind
And worked all day like a honey bee for a simple kiss good night
But one never knows what’s going on in my mind
And as I stated previously to be free some take to flight
I’ve heard tell of the ocean’s waves rocking one to sleep
I’ve heard tell of flying in the sky with an eagle as my companion
I’ve been told the sea will grant you that which you will reap
But I will likely reap my living life in a canyon
So sew those seeds of loveliness my dear
And reap that which you are due
you are a gentle poet and wonder is what I tend to hear
Yet I will never even get to shake hands with you
I know you have your obligations
A stranger walks a little slower every day
You help and deserve strident standing ovations
For not abandoning any people of gray
Some people take to the sky and some come to the sea
Instead of trying like me to walk through life completely numb
Because that’s what life and love feel like to me
So if I take to the sea or the sky would you maybe like to come?
DREAMERS DO WE FOOLS MUST BE
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
Good morning to the morning drunk
Chirping birds, the flowers of life bloom
The day has begun, business ensues
Good morning to the morning drink
Breath as fresh as the morning skunk.
Last night’s slops swill in his belly
Regrets denied and placed aside
Get up to work- in a minute
The flowers of life continue to bloom
He hopes tonight returns real soon.
Good morning to the morning drunk
What of tomorrow? Too far away
First agenda face this day!
Business ensues without the booze
Until tonight; flowers close their petals.
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I look upon my world and think
I see my life before me blink
Endlessly I search for the missing link
For the life of me I cannot find it
This soul of mine is fretting for something
What it is I am unsure and uncertain
It makes me restless so very anxious
I see my life before me blink
As I look upon my world and think . . .
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the burning of lost hope
the stentch of problems
the flavor of tasteless bubblegum without sugar
taste less
the stabbing and torture on the breathe of ones lungs
the colored of teeth that they paint
cells that will never recharge
the life of an empty hole, burning through the ashes of society
no imagination
just the urges of wanting and needing
the stress that relies on the pollutution of ashes
ashes that collapse with the devils sins
gone with the light
the life of one greatness, killed by the aroma of deception
deception of a burning and inhaling sensation !!!
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