Best Angsty Poems


Angsty Stargazing
stellar companion 
sparkles icily 
a narcissistic twinkle...

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Categories: angsty, angst, night, star,
Form: Haiku
Angsty Nonsense
Awoken by my internal clock,
the ground is cold and sticky. 
Head is pounding, 
body is dirty, 
why did I sleep here?
Arch my back up slightly off the wooden floor,
shards of brown glass pop off my grey hoodie. 
Better get a grip before this gets worse. 
My eyes crack open.
It takes longer for the room to...

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Categories: angsty, addiction, angst, anxiety, depression,
Form:
You Can Fool the Whole World, But Your Eyes, They Never Lie To Me
these feelings
they make me feel distant from all that I am
I don't want love, I just want to care
These feelings, I wish they could be gone forever
I wish I could just get myself back together
As I lie there, falling down,
I ask myself
Can I ever even care?
As I'm breaking apart,
I ask myself 
Do I even care?
I...

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Categories: angsty, angst, art, conflict, depression,
Form:

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Finality
Closer to the edge I walk
Closer to my mind I reach
Everything that has been foggy
Clears up In a blinding screech.

Am I worth something?
Will I be worth anything?

Why am I alive?
Why do I breathe?

I toe the line of the edge,
Insanity and exhaustion 
taking me,
down and down

No help to reach.
Apathy has taken me in its clutches
Sleep has...

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Categories: angsty, angst, dance, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
Polarity
I love you so much, that
you can only disgust me now
All your flaws and red flags spark 
crimson, like a seductive rose.

Gross and yet longing for your
body to seek for every blemish there
To point, prod and pinch deeper
with a gentle lover’s touch.

I loathe the time spent together
but weep miseries when we part
Knowing months will pass...

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Categories: angsty, angst, confusion, hurt, i
Form: Free verse
Angsty Teens
I would write in a diary.
And leave it open on the counter, for attention.
All that would happen, is coffee spilling all over it.
Destroying my thoughts and fears that I had wasted time writing down.
And my mom yelling about how I’m always making a mess, and I’m such a mess…
I learned not to spend too much...

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Categories: angsty, age, angst,
Form: Free verse


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