Best Anguished Poems
She was his devoted and loving wife and then came those pitiful, anguished nights..
She counted the cries, the bruising and prayed for an end to his confusion.
His night frights that she was observing had become quite unnerving..
In their bed he lay restless, squirming, what he saw was deeply disturbing..
Pillows punched and flattened held the key to the terrors that she couldn't see.
Most days he was distant, robotic. Was he now becoming psychotic?
She held him with a heart so tender. The war had ended but those memories wouldn't surrender.
It's trauma lived on and it bore thru his flesh. He now fought the battle of post traumatic stress.
Casting dark upon a vacant page
Ghosts appear expressing rage,
And mirrored too in grim despair
Troubles loom of which I bear!
Tho’ each thought lay blesséd not,
Yet my demons there are wrought
And shadows shift upon each line,
For alas these torments thus are mine!
Great sorrows many hold my fate,
As for release I yet relate
To restless spirits from the grave;
Alas, I plead on line and stave!
Endowed in mist lairs the beast
That upon my soul doth come to feast,
As upon the wind it wings to flight
Thru the silence, late at night!
The phantoms rise amidst my words,
Like tempest flocks of angry birds
That reproach this bitter soul in me;
O’ thus an anguished poet be!
I have replaced you, pitifully,
many times in rooms
within my soul.
Everywhere, there are
passageways curling
boxes of draggled vesture.
My spirit, like the
static of negligee,
gums and forms into
a faultless mount.
As it clings to me,
I set aflame with desire.
Close your eyes.
Let me blind you.
Assassinate me
until I bleed red
like holly berries.
Then, I will wear their
spiked leaves as a crown.
You can never reach
to enclose yourself
within the dying breath
my lungs hold.
I feel as though you
are abashed as if
the mind has been
carved available for eating?
Take what is seen as I
lie here naked and naive;
the last pig to carnage.
You have stolen everything.
Tonight, while you undress my history,
I mix my drink with stars
and toast to you.
The flowing lava
Bright and hot deep inside me
Brings anguish to heights
Heights above any feelings
That might look like burning ash
Pain is enveloped
Deep within the fires of Earth
The bowels catch flames
Burn the desires to live
Molten fire burns any hope
Russell Sivey
unseen tears of gold fish in aquarium - anguished heart penned a verse
How My First Poem Was Born Poetry Contest
Monoku poetry form only. Sponsored by: JCB Burl
Date: 04/10/2020
PLACE : 1st
Anguished
Lord, I feel a plethora full of pain.
My faith and my hope slowly begin to wain.
Where are you? Are you there?
I cry out to you, but; a whisper of a prayer.
Tired of giving up, I want to breathe my last breath.
To rest my weary life, pass on my soul on to the reaper of death.
My physical pain is almost too much to bear.
Leaving me emotionally drained to the point that I really don't care.
Why do I have to endure such anguishing agony?
So much pain physically and emotional tormenting?
Hear me...hold me..confort me..before it's too late..
Lord, I beseech you! Before; my worldly being decides its own fate.
Corrupted by fear, my mind is
a bleak place.
Unraveling and untwisting
in a harsh embrace.
Ghastly shadows surround my breath
- it fades.
Haunting me, the unknown;
lurking in the shades.
Within my soul, a cruel cold resides
sending shivers down my spine and
stamping my sides.
These fears, they torment me
and carve their name
I fear that they may never fade
forever their aim.
Anguished Winds, Carried Feverish Cries
I rested upon a barren stone slab
When winter's breath had frozen me so stiff
In my dark abode, all was silently drab
Of meadow flowers not even a whiff.
Above the tingle of dawn's waking skies
Within its aura, a whispering death
Anguished winds, carried feverish cries
And sorrows begging no pitiful breath.
Beloved friends I had are dead and gone
All rotting black and deep-six underground
With no beating sun to bleach white their bones
And no ears to hear the wind's tempestuous sound.
Where lies my crypt to hold these sad remains
Or tombstone to mark my last resting place
Was my life more than its dark wicked stains
And truth of her loss my final disgrace.
Why holds this my strongest and pleading thought
Of those treasures of happiness I miss
I regret this trap, its teeth I am caught
Never again have her sweet lips to kiss.
Sun is setting, night sends its waiting song
Its hollow voice sings in fantastic tune
No more can I join racing human throng
Or dance in the summer's ballad of June.
Darkness falls, soul begs another abode
I wish only to leave this airy world
My aches are born from this desperate cold
Pray soon, in Heaven's arms I am hurled.
Treat not this my last message and its note
As if this fool had made no better mark
I tarried not, I got fine candles to tote
In case I end up in the scary dark.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-01-2019
Rhyme, ( Embracing The Cold-Hearted Ghost Of Darkest Death)
A-n
I-conic
S-cribe
I-s
S-imply
U-sing
N-ote
E-asing
Y-our
A-nguished
M-ind
A-s
G-reat
E-xpression
S-oothes
H-eart
I-nside
Topic: Birthday of Aisisu Neyamageshi (March 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Morning meditation
With mission and vision
To understand nature
And Nurtured my being,
Morning breeze blew
My mind to surmised
Darkened, smudged,
Blurred to the darkness realm,
Merciful Messiah turn merciless..
And Cursed the sinful souls..
Deep to the depth of hell,
Anguished and torment
gnashing of teeth without tears
Extreme agony..
Ceaseless clamor..
Solace straggled..
Scorched and sting..
With venom without remedy....
Wretched..
Endless...
Dead cease to exist...
Soundless but still called....
Messiah!
Messiah!!
Messiah is merciless to the sinful soul..
The Pit pitiless, devil's damned...
Suffering without solution
Unbearable pains without end..
Afterlife in anguished....
Sea raven, Cornish giant of the sea
From whence comes your anguish?
We hear your battle cry, seabird
Are you calling for your lover or about your lover?
I marvel at your ability to be heard
You are such a magnificent sight this eve.
I watch you in awe, until you take your plunge dive
Down, down, down, into the sea’s murky depths
Are you drowning yourself?
Has life become too painful?
I await your return, holding my breath.
For I have adopted you, anguished cormorant of the sea.
A silent storm rages...it rages in his heart,
He watches his child being pulled apart.
As she whispers poison again in the ear,
His child drifts away, with doubt and fear.
Tears of anguish, a silent cry...
...he feels however hard he may try,
The judge there might turn a deaf ear to him,
Though his sadness fill his heart to the brim.
Twisted in the court his love so pure,
Can he win ever, he is not sure...
...but he knows it will not be in vain,
Tomorrow's victory will dwarf today's pain.
Rising from his heart, a voice so clear,
Tells him, "Hey, victory will be here!"
Your open arms will close in a warm embrace,
Your kid will be yours, do not just stress.
The night may be long, but the day will come.
The truth will rise, your heart won't be lonesome.
Your love, now lost, will find its way,
Wait for your child, wait for that day...
N-ewness
E-liminates
N-ight
E-vening
D-ark
O-nce
B-eacon's
L-ight
E-ases
Y-our
A-nguished
P-light
T opic: Birthday of Nene Doble Yap (July 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-et
O-penness
R-elieve
Y-our
A-nguished
N-ight
N-icely
Topic: Birthday of Lory Ann (October 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-eaningful
E-xpression
R-ightfully
C-omforts
E-very
D-ay
I-nspiring
T-he
A-nguished
M-ind
A-s
Y-our
O-de
R-eplenishes
Topic: Birthday of Mercedita Mayor (April 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic