Crisis Poems - Poems about Crisis

Long after midnight in late December woke one night in total fright as where I was did not remember but more importantly couldn't see the forest for the trees and did not recall myself at all or who exactly was this me but when I could it would feel so good as then I'd be out of the woods so instead of groping blind did quite the obvious...

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I accidentally burned my breakfast toast. I gave a thirty minute monologue on this heinous crime. To what’s left of the crust, I stared, then cursed, then laughed so hard the room shivered and in the echoes— Surprise! I found the voice I choked for being ‘inappropriate’— —Time to toast. I was startled by my cracked laughter, as the cat groomed herself indifferently witnessing my twenties spent...

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If roses were a book Would they still be read And if violets are blue Does that mean they're in depression sadden and blue I have no answers for I'm not in a dictionary or An encyclopedia nor computer with gigabytes All the rainbows every colors All the antidepressants doesn't bring me joy Because all in...

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Earth's fever rising, Melting ice, a silent tear, Future starts to drown. ©bfa042325 ...

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I stand between worlds, neither here nor there, Feet planted in Eritrea, yet Arabic fills the air. My father’s tongue, Tigre, I do not know, Nor the Tigrinya of my ancestors, lost in echoes low. My mother, born in Saudi’s golden sand, Half Eritrean, half Yemeni, yet she never took Arab’s hand. She speaks of home, but in which land? Eritrea’s shores...

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When you have nobody you have somebody and that somebody is yourself. Because you’re all you’ve got. So why need anybody? Anybody being nobody. Nobody being somebody. Somebody being anybody. Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Anybody. Anybody. Anybody. Does anybody understand why I feel like a nobody? Even though deep down I know I’m...

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I SAT HERE IN CRISIS HEARING MY FETUS HEARTBEAT SEVERE EMOTIONAL MENTAL ILLNESS BREATHLESS PANTING SEVERE DEPRESSIVE DISORDER ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER FINALLY STAYING FOCUSED ON MY HEART IRREGULAR HEART BEATS FUNNY BEING I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS TODAY AND EVERYDAY I STILL HEAR MY...

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Beware the midlife crisis: It takes you by surprise after your 40th existential rise. There is no remedy to cure this dralody. All you can do is feel blue and pout day in and day out. They say that life begins at forty but they are wrong because not everyone starts looking for fun in the birthday song. while dancing and prancing on the road from...

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Written: February 26, 2025, for Antony Biaanco Contest ************************* City hum drifts through spurious ways, teeming in a wild, woody ward. The jasmine vine twists down...

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There’s children growing up that believe the stars sound like crickets chirping, for their only exposure to these sources of wonder are through over-exposure to blue light and radio waves and soundtracks overlaying simulations. The night they know is bright as day, lit by “satellite internet constellations” or fogged out by the price of progress. They don’t understand what it is to stare upwards and...

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The chancy countdown clock of my mortality is ticking toward some unknown preset alarm. I’m aware of every taciturn tick tock in unrecoverable moments spent waiting for something to happen… and I do not wait well. I wait for stiff slices of tanned toast to pop up. I wait for the microwave’s proclamatory ping. I wait for endless dreary drizzle to stop. I wait...

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Guys, why only a few persons out of thousands triumph?, Answer for this simple question is positive attitude only, ...

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Paranoia guides my gaze to the wall, Where a dragon stands, fierce and tall. His tongue flicks with a wicked gleam, But something’s wrong no fiery fire stream. He snarls, yet no flames arise, And sorrow fills my heavy eyes. "Why, oh dragon, where’s your fire?" I ask, my heart bound with desire. His eyes flare up, his fury loud, Charging at me, dark...

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Escapism Not possible Now, and half a Lifetime over. Your hauntings Cannot be eradicated Until I get what I want. Eyes brown, Watered down. As you continue to hide from me. Tail between your legs, something I've seen before. Mirroring you is a misguided priority until I release you. I refuse to Undo this knot And your tongue tied and twisted I continue this futile...

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