Best Tormented Poems

The.isolated moon in  far arc of her epogee,
As she searches Earth's surface in cold winter's hemisphere,
She bites her tongue of protest of what she will never be,
And throws sharp knives of jealousy into the atmosphere.

In the cold moon's distant musings, her echoes can't be...

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Anguish comes to me in the night,
     With deep sorrow, I always fight;
Tears sadly, I cannot repress,
          Grief tormented, I must confess.

Why do I have to live this hell,
   ...

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Within these four walls secrets kept
Memories festering, emotionally crippling
Screaming, turmoil, and madness
Chaos and chaotic people sting

Dreams of shouts for freedom,
Emotions built and have died for a reason. His
sadistic unconscious goal of desire. I beg,

“Please No More! “     

My empty words echo...

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A tormented soul 

I’ve never felt worthy of love
I’ve always been a tormented soul
When you grow up without seeing 
A loving relationship by your parents 
You don’t learn how to love
The tension was always thick
You could cut it with a knife
Parents shouldn’t stay together 
Just...

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Sad Death Of Her Lost, Tormented Lover 

As I walked out into bitter cold rain
Skies rush down to send even more hard pain,
No worry,  torment was long, long overdue
For my extreme folly abandoning you.
Castle now has no water and no bread
My heart weeps and...

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In A Dark, Dark Room

Tormented in a pitch black room--
Smelling the foulness in the ground;
Flickering shadows in the gloom
That feed upon me, all around

Bound hand and foot, with neck exposed,
Tormented in a pitch black room,
I only slept, when coffins closed,
With nightmares of impending doom.

I heard...

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Here I sit alone; confined to my prison cell
Locked away from the world it is a living hell
I know I should be punished for taking someone's life
I should have forgiven the man who stole my wife

Now I have time to sit and ponder my crime
Total...

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My dear, the one whom rest eludes;
     whence comes to you spirits at night,
these specters that harass your mood
     and plague you when out are the lights?
Is there no pill or wonder drug
that eases you like a...

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Peace has gone from my heart like a thief that is lie in waiting ready to emerge from 
hiding as result leaving me frightened and confused. I am paralyzed from 
uncertainty, and my mind wonders as if I am in shocked from the sudden impacted...

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I woke to the raucous roaring of beasts braying in the night
Creepy things crawling over my body.  I cringed at the sight
I fought off diabolic demons who tried to devour my heart
Shadows snared me; I was tormented with troubled thought
Phantoms played on pauper's graves...

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Hades and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling)
   (presenting a fragment of the second part promised)

Where the dark wind blows, lies abound
deep into a ravenous, hellish pit.
Lost souls cry and moan deep under ground
under evil torture each must submit.

Dark Hades, ancients called this gloom
agonizing souls,...

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I can no longer suppress this deep loathing
That writhes and churns, flogs and smothers 
Every loving and tender sentiment within
My sullen mind;
Once filled with vain gaiety and vain desire,
Now embittered.  
Isolation can make weak even the strongest souls,
But a noose to the neck will...

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What’s this heavy weight? If I could see it, 
I would launch it from my chest.
Do I not deserve a reason for cradling such a thing?
Do my shallow breaths not catch your attention?
When my arms begin to slacken, 
Could you not offer a deterrent?
Do you...

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I ALWAYS HAVE BATTLES,RAGEING IN MY HEAD.
IM ALWAYS THINKING,I'D BE BETTER OFF DEAD.
I JUST WISH THAT ONE DAY,THAT MY MIND WILL BE FREE.
OH WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE,THAT WOULD BE.
THIRTY NINE YEARS,THE SPAN OF MY LIFE.
IS ALWAYS FULL OF TORMENT,AND STRIFE.
I PRAY TO GOD EVERYDAY,TO HELP...

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Her stillness adapts to the realness. 
Humble on top of greatness
Struck by an obsessed illness
Caught in a pain, rendered by weakness
Pleading for forgiveness

Reality was never bought, yet always taking
She had remembered her forsaking
Sick and now steady shaking
The ill-gotten syndrome is now awaking
This was an authentic...

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