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Sorry is what I get and sorry is what I hear. A word I loath so much, like needles
piercing my ears. Love is a word I hear and love is the word I get but It doesn't mean a
thing when it spills from your lips. Promises get made and promises got broken, like a
none ending cycle because no one knows how to be real anymore. Each time your let
down your heart dies a little more, close to being life less and completely shut off, to all
who try to reach for it. Each tear that slips from your eyes and all the hurt that rises in
side breaks you to nothing because you just can't take it anymore. You feel at your
lowest, feel so unwanted. Because so far everything just goes wrong. But yet you get
back up and you’re ready to love again because that day can be your last; you risk it all
and remind your self to regret noting. You hold your head tall and promise your self
"never again will I let them see me fall" you build up Walls and let no one in close
enough to be able to break your heart but you to break there's. You listen to know one
because. You’re afraid its just evils lies that can leek through your ears. You notice a lot
has changed and a lot is different and wish sometimes it can just be simple again but it
can't that thought scares you to the core of change in your life you may not bargain for.
You know that is life though so you keep trudging on trying to find more but afraid to let
it in. One day you will ask your self "what am I doing here anyways, why am I here?"
Because your life is not as perfect as you want and so much happens you just can't
stand it anymore so you push away all that is close to you. Till you have nothing left
anymore. All you knew is unknown and all you are is long gone. So you don't even know
who you are anymore. And think back to those days when it was easy and great when
you had it all. Why you can’t go back and to it all again?
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Here I sit crackpipe in my hand.
Wondering how I became this man
.
I grew up head filled with dreams,
Of being a movie star, or on a
Sports team.
I wanna go back and talk to that kid.
And tell him not to do the things that
I did.
To follow his heart no matter where
it would lead, To live life slowly,
there's no need to speed.
Live life like each day is his last,
Strive for a future and remember his
past.
Don't put off tomorrow what you can
do today. Follow those dreams no
matter what people say.
Treat people with fairness and try to
be kind. Develop your body, expand
your mind.
Travel and see the world, Fall in love
with a beautiful girl.
But its too late, that kids just an
empty shell, Living his life in his self
made hell.
No more family, kids gone with ex
wife. Crackpipe in hand looking back
at my life.
All alone in my room, laying on my
bed, Noone would even notice me
dead.
Drowning away my pain and my
sorrow. Putting off today cause ill
clean up tomorrow.
So now I stand finger raised at the
sky. I'm pissed at you God you
wanna know why.
You've taken away everything from
me. The man I became isn't the
man I could be.
And I'm pretty sure I won't be
seeing you. Cause I know I'd regret
the things I would do.
So say Hi god to my friends and
family. And make sure u take care of
them for me.
I think I know what I have to do. I
am done with you god no more
praying to you.
My god now is this pipe in my hand.
Its taken my soul left this hollow
man.
I’LL ALWAYS BE AROUND IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND i can't change a dollar
When feeling trapped some people take to the sky
Some others take to the sea
I was wondering if a woman like you could teach me to fly
Nay, surely not a knave like me
I’ve been deceitful or sometimes delightfully kind
And worked all day like a honey bee for a simple kiss good night
But one never knows what’s going on in my mind
And as I stated previously to be free some take to flight
I’ve heard tell of the ocean’s waves rocking one to sleep
I’ve heard tell of flying in the sky with an eagle as my companion
I’ve been told the sea will grant you that which you will reap
But I will likely reap my living life in a canyon
So sew those seeds of loveliness my dear
And reap that which you are due
you are a gentle poet and wonder is what I tend to hear
Yet I will never even get to shake hands with you
I know you have your obligations
A stranger walks a little slower every day
You help and deserve strident standing ovations
For not abandoning any people of gray
Some people take to the sky and some come to the sea
Instead of trying like me to walk through life completely numb
Because that’s what life and love feel like to me
So if I take to the sea or the sky would you maybe like to come?
DREAMERS DO WE FOOLS MUST BE
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
I’LL ALWAYS BE AROUND IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND
When feeling trapped some people take to the sky
Some others take to the sea
I was wondering if a woman like you could teach me to fly
Nay, surely not a knave like me
I’ve been deceitful or sometimes delightfully kind
And worked all day like a honey bee for a simple kiss good night
But one never knows what’s going on in my mind
And as I stated previously to be free some take to flight
I’ve heard tell of the ocean’s waves rocking one to sleep
I’ve heard tell of flying in the sky with an eagle as my companion
I’ve been told the sea will grant you that which you will reap
But I will likely reap my living life in a canyon
So sew those seeds of loveliness my dear
And reap that which you are due
you are, a gentle lady and wondrous is what I tend to hear
Yet I will never even get to shake hands with invisible you
I know you have your obligations
She walks a little slower every day
You deserve strident standing ovations
For not abandoning the lady of gray
Some people take to the sky and some come to the sea
Instead of trying like me to walk through life completely numb
Because that’s what life and love feels like to me
So if I take to the sea or the sky would you maybe like to come?
DREAMERS DO WE FOOLS MUST BE
© 2011.….Phreepoetry
ABRAHAM, SOLOMON AND YOU
If there were an entrance fee to get into Heaven how much would you pay?
And let me tell you brother, it won’t help you now to pray
So you get to Heaven with 56,000 bucks and St. Peter looks at you in scorn
Sorry sir, but The minimum cover charge is the life of your first born
If there were something difficult to do to become Heaven bound?
And you must decide soon before you’re fodder for the ground
Would you sneak up on an old lady and strike her about the head?
Now keep in mind, this is the deal when destiny deems you dead
If the only way you could get into Heaven meant your pretty daughter’s death
Would you cast away your daughter’s life and give UNTO a stranger her breath?
What if the cost of Heaven turned out to be the life of your younger brother,
And after your brother bleeds OUT you must then slay thy mother?
God tempted Abraham on a mount with his son’s death in his hand
And Solomon, when he said he’d split the babe in half, no one could understand
So my brother, to Hell is where you are bound lest thee come up with an answer
“Yo Saint Pete, how about we get rid of the boss and give God colon cancer”
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ (Yo D. SEE what i mean about the
Christian poetry rooms?.....just the ending of this got me banned from one)
Fifty years was longer than the life left to be spun
But a life sentence was rendered when the evil deed was done
Not his, but the other one, the deed that left his girl
In a darkened, horrified, messed up, frightened kind of world.
They didn’t have evidence that the judge would let in court
But the story, which he knew in full, left with him no doubt
The rapist stood beside his suits twisting round the truth
Making it sound as if his girl was a wild woman on the loose.
He couldn’t leave it up to the law who failed two times before
Two other victims with similar stories that both of them swore
While he smiled and licked his lips mocking the justice system
This father would make sure his daughter was the last victim.
Just as the judge was saying, “Let him go, they have no proof”
The man with saddened eyes pointed the gun at this creep
Before the guards could respond to the shots, five bullets in him did seep.
The father laid down his gun and placed his hands upon his head
Pleased to spend his life in prison knowing this monster at last was dead.
The father was sent to a prison cell
The daughter’s mental health, they could not tell
The rapist was burning down in hell
And Lady Liberty could only yell
A silent yell – and then repeat the tale
Sometimes, the system fails.
I’m not sure what they are all expecting
When they turn to look at me
I’m not the one wanting to be put on a pedestal
I can’t light the moon for all to see
I’ve seen the disapproval in their eyes
In some of the ways I live my life
I know the gift I was given
Memories burned within; that I relive every night
They I guess don’t understand at all
Only to a few to whom I explain
Like you I’m human on the inside
What gives you the right to judge my pain?
So continue with your whispers; go on and continue with the glare
I’ve never taken life for granted, will I explain or am I wasting air
If you want to try to understand; I’ll let you in for a little peak
Be careful for what you wish for, and remember its pity I don’t seek
So don’t judge me for the way I live
Don’t assume for me you know what’s right
I’m a man who never claimed to be perfect
Please don’t ever put me in that light
You should know I would do anything for anyone
Ask my friends or others in life that I’ve met
For my family and friends I’d lay my life down for
It’s time I’ve borrowed, and I know one day I must pay that debt
I live my life as it comes; to the fullest and sometimes the extreme
I can’t live my life like I’ve only three months to live
I have played that game once and it wasn’t a dream.
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I COULD HAVE SWORN THE AUTHOR OF THIS POEM WAS PAST THE POINT OF CRYING
I’m trying to do something to stop from thinking only of you
But I suppose that’s the only thing a reverent lover can do
I’m staring into space trying to picture your face that always makes me smile
Being with you all the time isn’t time enough because you make time fly so fast
And what we required was a lover who could make us shed our past
I recall you picking a daisy for me and blowing off the delicate dew
While I envision you kneeling over for yellow flowers picked by the hand of graceful you
Then there were the strolls we’d take with your arm glued to mine
And we’d laugh at the same time over nothing because of a little too much wine
Then we’d head back to our bed in the apartment both of us shared
As I lay down next to you praising the lord of love for having made us paired
Our little cat whose name you chose jumped on the bed but I didn’t care
I’d just hold your silken hand and run my fingers through your ebony hair
My life with you made life the best life life could ever be
But alas you left before you could do all these things with me
© 2011.…Phreepoetry
THIS IS WHAT I CALL ;POETRY INVENTED BY A VERY SAD POET
AND THE FORM IS "HYROGLIPHICS"
I COULD HAVE SWORN THE AUTHOR OF THIS POEM WAS PAST THE POINT OF CRYING
I’m trying to do something to stop from thinking only of you
But I suppose that’s the only thing a reverent lover can do
I’m staring into space trying to picture your face that always makes me smile
Being with you all the time isn’t time enough because you make time fly so fast
And what we required was a lover who could make us shed our past
I recall you picking a daisy for me and blowing off the delicate dew
While I envision you kneeling over for yellow flowers picked by the hand of graceful you
Then there were the strolls we’d take with your arm glued to mine
And we’d laugh at the same time over nothing because of a little too much wine
Then we’d head back to our bed in the apartment both of us shared
As I lay down next to you praising the lord of love for having made us paired
Our little cat whose name you chose jumped on the bed but I didn’t care
I’d just hold your silken hand and run my fingers through your ebony hair
My life with you made life the best life life could ever be
But alas you left before you could do all these things with me
© 2011…phreepoetree
White walls, light room
but inside it's dark and filled with gloom.
She tries to open up, tries to tell someone
but no one seems to listen and she doesn't want to jump the gun
cooped up in this hole, she wants to be taken from.
Someone come and save this soul
Someone come and save this one.
Lost in all confusion and wouldn't you be
stuck in this god-forsaken place where each day feels like eternity.
Wanting to escape, needing to get out
letting go of anger so she screams and shouts.
Can't you see she's lonely?
Can't you see her tears?
Her head is in her arms
hiding from her fears.
The same song still plays in her memory
"don't worry baby, it's how its got to be"
Images of that room, make her head spin
cold hands, touching feeling every inch of skin
Why didn't someone stop him?
Release me from this pain,
my whole life was just flushed down the drain.
Someone come and save this soul.
Someone come and save this one.
Can't you see she's crying?
Wondering why me,
isn't there someplace else in life that I should be?
Can't you see she's crying?
Can't you see her tears?
Her head is in her arms,
hiding from her fears.
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