Best Anguish Poems
life's greatest anguish:
passion felt yet unexpressed
harrowing hunger
love in confinement
a required sacrifice
desire in f^l^a^m^e^s
cravings and longings
consume the tormented heart
there
is
no
respite
Jade Celeste
Take my letter to her, O Messenger!
Yes, totally washed are its words and phrases
A deed of my flooding eyes I couldn’t deter
The tornado of tears accumulated for ages
The storm of anguish concealed in heart
Washed all urges of soul that flowed from pen
The torrents rumbling from the start
Once started couldn’t be stopped there and then
Her perception will be triggered, I am sure
This blank sheet will reveal all that I meant to say
The power of love will her instincts conjure
My feelings, my urges won’t go astray
Tell her, that the lustrous mansion of pride and ego
Is falling to pieces like the house of cards
The dark alleys of life that lost their glow
In a state of disrepair, description beyond words
The King of Diamond has lost the game
A player is lucky to hold the three A’s
Lost is all the glory and fame
Built in years and lost in days
His eyes craving for your enchanting face
The candles of his eyes weep in the desolate nights
Lost is all peace and tranquility’s trace
Your charming features his heart ignites
A few breaths are left in the dying tree of life
With fallen leaves and barren branches entwined
Resuscitate and free it from torments and strife
Be a glow of the dimmed eyes that brilliantly shined
Tell her, the writer awaits your reply
With burning heart and soul alight
Before torments enhance and wounds multiply
And the bird of life takes to wing of flight
Selfish pride and bitter feelings,
Tangled up in Satan’s dealings!
Alienation is just simply ruthless,
And will make one feel utterly useless.
When the vulnerable are left alone,
Their grief and anguish will cause them to moan!
Darkness becomes the abandon’s ark;
Fear and torment begins to embark!
The heart that lies within all men,
Needs true forgiveness now and then!
Apologies and gracious surrounding,
Will save a man from a senseless drowning!
Grace and love: Christ is our example,
in each one of us, we have ample!
Written for my heart, my son, Kyle
Wash me gentle in the river –
Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
Warm away my despair.
Constant tears are in my eyes,
but I’ll deny that I cry.
God loves me inside and out,
He knows what I’m all about,
but I can’t settle the shout
that sticks down inside my throat
and threatens to choke me dry.
Emotions lacking corners
have only circle borders
and trap me in feelings bleak.
Searching answers to know order
leaves me sadly limp and weak.
First I prayed, but now I rage:
oh, dear God, please turn this page.
World, you allowed darkness,
with its brutal hurtful hiss,
to maim the child life of his.
Harsh cruelness such as this
brought me to my knees
with a Mother’s enraged pleas.
Wash me gentle in the river –
Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
Warm away my despair.
Eyes of Anguish
His eyes are the same steely gray
as the gathering storm clouds.
As he turns toward the distant hills
his stare becomes vacant and haunted.
He sees through visions or memories,
of another day, another life, long ago.
There were many lines upon his aged face.
They've been drawn with the quill of time.
His wrinkles could never have concealed
the hopeless anguish etched so deeply
into his bronzed and weathered skin.
Humility and pride fight bitterly
on the battleground of his features.
The boldness in his stance is evident.
Emotions pour from his eyes and his soul
as the sorrow from his heart silently cries,
"This was once mine, never more to be."
Who was the heathen? Who ravaged the land?
Not this man who respected Mother Earth.
He sadly dreams of yesterday's glory.
He soared with eagles and rode with the wind,
but he knows it is all 'suvate' ~ finished.
Time was the enemy of this Native American.
His spiritual world was taken away when
the greed of man desecrated the need of man.
Now, he can only mourn for a life that was,
a life that now lives on only in legends.
Sleep eludes me as I fidget in bed upon wrinkled sheets
annoyed with the pensive fixation roving inside my head
I hear his offensive words as they echo in my heartbeats
Spontaneous fraying of nerves, an unraveling of thread
Somehow, I had to navigate through this turbulent water
and find an open portal to serve as threshold to wallow
There was nothing tangible to grasp, so I began to totter
Though I choke on the edge of anguish, a scream I swallow
Suddenly a light burned bright. I was awash in revelation
My thoughts were retrospective and aroused by intrigue
I'd not allow him to patronize me in curses of defamation
I slept peacefully, no longer stressed and battling fatigue
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Not contest bound, but written with a nod to John Hamilton
for using the eight words he requires for his contest.
Spontaneous Tangible Patronize Revelation
Portal Navigate Fixation Intrigue
undefined white clouds
represents the face anguish
sensing near blue mood
Example For Melancholy Contest
September 26, 2016
Dragon Anguish
Adam clenched his fists attempting to block his senses
from the growing growls that hammered against his rib cage.
The thousands of millenniums he had lived barricading his heart
from all worldly emotions.
Adam looked up at the daunting sky to flaunting dark clouds
creep overhead. He breathed in the sweetest aroma of petrichor.
Thunder grumbled breaking the silence in the coldness,
as strikes of white lightning flashed across the night sky.
He couldn't stop the desire to shift into a dragon and fly.
To feel the wind beneath him again, to stretch his wings
and weave between the clouds and roar.
Adrienne, his beloved was a mortal.
She was a lovely lithe blossom that he had vowed to protect.
Her smile would inspire leaves turn green
and flowers bloom and burst into color.
Her eyes were the color of the forest that would shimmer
like the night sky with a thousand stars.
She had a riot of long burnt umber hair
that cascaded down her slender back.
His memory's grip, craving her, again and again.
Kisses that engulfed and would open the doors of heaven.
Releasing a fiery passion within him engulfing his world.
When Adam had been gone hunting for food for several days.
Men from another clan came down from the hills
pillaged and burned the village, not a soul had been left alive.
He raised his head and gazed into the night,
never again would he unlock his soul.
Adam shifted and jumped as he spread his leathery wings
and flew in the cover of the night sky and the clap of thunder.
10/13/2018
Poetry Contest: Fiction - October 2018 Writing Challenge
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
A very human touch to a story
with some zip to it.
The media is a heartless leach
to the many unfortunate souls suffering,
amongst the filth and chaos of a city in peril.
War has reduced entire cities to rubble,
people are forced to flee for their lives
and yet, the news cameras focus their lenses
on its bullet-ridden facade for dramatic effect.
A money-hungry machine,
news stations suck every ounce of emotion from a story
without shame.
We expect them to inform us
of worldwide catastrophes and events,
and so, we encourage indiscriminate insensitive
photo-shoots of people’s pain.
It may be a sad addiction, and quite pathetic,
but it’s perfectly acceptable,
to exploit human suffering
in the name of news.
Coverage of childhood trauma, fear, or starvation,
all fall under the doctrine of clean hands.
Reporters inoculate hard hearts from reality’s truths
as homeless, hopeless faces,
cling to life, walking away
from everything they ever loved.
And recording their pain
while it’s still fresh and piercing,
is but an opportunity for the news to shore up falling ratings.
(Free Verse)
We arrived with expectations of triumph
There were agonies, desperations and tears
Coloring the hills with melancholy shades
Erasing the imaginings of soldier’s anguish
Embracing loss from the heights of passion
Where worries win and misery invites pain
To grasp the soul with a sense of forbode
Whispering despair through breaths of air
Filled with black dread and amber silence
Created in the hearts of those who shall kill
The sons of chaos who reach for a chance
To divide and conquer – defeat the wretched
Wickedness of those who long to succeed
Reach victory along the front lines where
Gettysburg soldiers are drifting along paths
Of loss and sorrow, fears of all that has past
And the tomorrows that are filled with knowing
Death is a friend to those who defy it with
Mercies murmuring and sighing, silencing
Each breath of hope that finds its way to the
Surface where there are only defeated desires
Drenching the spirit with gloom that comes
From losing every battle to the one who will
Finally overthrow the light with darkest night
The Battle of Gettysburg was fought July 1-3, 1863 in and around Gettysburg, Pennsylvania by Union and Confederate Soldiers during the American Civil War. This battle involved the largest number of deaths during the war and is often described as the war's turning point. The North won this battle with General Lee's forces.
A Historic Event Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
September 18, 2020
Love's anguish painted, depth and detail invisible in museum
She hides her pain
In the shadows, warring
Filled with hope, grace
Her heart will keep praising
Life gives her trouble
Compassion silences her
Worry and fear with kindness
She is weary and frail
Yet she prays for others
Gives from her treasure chest
Of love, hope and faith
She glorifies the Savior
She is simply amazing
Cancer invades her body
Giving her nothing but grief
Yet she gives out joy
With her life – her anointing
Her faith is her guide
She is wise and so alive
With colorful inspirations
She uses her imagination
To create a beautiful peace
For those who call on her
Those who know her as friend
Confidant – wife, mother,
Grandmother and so much more…
She lights up the world
With her prayers and praise
Her giving spirit – so genuine
So generous and uplifting
Like a rose, vibrant and rich
With colors sent from heaven
Abundant and graceful
Scented with joy, hues of laughter
A feeling so sweet it feels
Like someone breathed gentleness
Through the spirit, pouring
Love over the soul
And erasing all pain or discomfort
In her presence…
There is ever a feeling
Of pleasant reflection
Despite cancer – despite strife
She holds onto the beauty and light
The joy that brings so much charm
Feelings of wonder that linger on and on
Striking flames of amazement
Which guide the heart toward the brilliance
The dance of glorious delight
That penetrates the darkest night
With love that breaks through the black
Bringing miracles of the starry sight
Discovered when the moon’s humbling pearl
Destroys all fear of the unknown
And gives the Creator His applause
With a sincere smile shining down
Radiating serenity with a silent sound
That reverberates through the one
Who knows her – this lady who ignores
All the woe cancer holds for her
Instead giving back to this world
A deep sense of appreciation for His love
She is such a pleasure to know
And I only hope she remembers
Her dance with life is like a gift
To those who know her – care for her
Those who assuredly adore her!
This or That, Vol 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: A Cross To Bear
November 3, 2021
Vast is the ocean,never will it know itself.Tides or emotions?
06DEC13
No cantes para mí, vida mía.
No cantes más para mí.
Cuando tu ojo ya no llore,
porque ya no soy,
No cantes para mí, mi amor.
No pienses en mí, querida.
No pienses en mí nunca mas
Cuando sueñas con otro
y mi vida ya no es,
no pienses en mi, mi amor.
No me ames, cielo mia.
Favor, no me ames más.
Te he dado todo
y no tengo más.
No me ames más, mi amor.
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Don't sing for me, My Life.
Sing no more for me.
When your eye no longer cries,
because I am no more,
Don't sing for me, My Love.
Don't think about me, Dear.
Do not think about me ever more.
When you dream of another
and my life is no more,
don't think about me, My Love.
Don't love me, My Heaven.
Please don't love me anymore.
I have given you everything
and I have no more.
Don't love me anymore, My Love.
06/08/2021
If I could have seen how dear you would have been.
Then, perhaps I would not have done it.
If I could have known what joy you would bring.
Then, perhaps I would not have done it.
If I had seen you just a little.
Then, perhaps I would not have done it.
Had I felt you moving inside.
Then, perhaps I would not have done it.
If all that happened was made known to me, then perhaps
I would not have done it, for You would be with me.