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Angst My Children Poems

These Angst My Children poems are examples of My Children poems about Angst. These are the best examples of My Children Angst poems written by international poets.


Premium Member ANOMIE
When we were children, 
     we played games
          Often scary...
  ...

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© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: my children, angst, feelings, life, rude,



Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live
Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account 
written more'n a dozen 
dirty dancing decades ago, 
while...

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Categories: my children, abuse, america, angst, bereavement,

Premium Member Rain Untimed

There was a lady in her late thirties

She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties

Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl

Naughty devils but...

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© MB Farookh  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: my children, angst, beauty, children, confusion,

Premium Member Divorce
Don't fixate on finding fault or assigning blame,

In life, there are no guarantees, even for love.

Visit that place in your heart where you first felt...

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Categories: my children, angst, anxiety, break up,

Aftermath of War Onerous Task
Aftermath of war: onerous task...

to salvage flotsam and jetsam
of human wreckage
amidst a sea where triage
witnessed courtesy scattered corpses
populating the Gaza strip
more'n pound of cold flesh
forced...

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Categories: my children, abuse, allah, angst, anxiety,



My World On the Pyre Cold
There she was, silenced; in the hush of the night,
By nature's decree and the will of the almighty divine's right.
Upon the pyre, her form ablaze,...

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© Pranali Vg  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: my children, allegory, angst, appreciation, death,

Premium Member Children of Abraham
Children of Abgraham
                      ...

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Categories: my children, discrimination, freedom, history, holocaust,

Premium Member We Are All Teachers
Lest we forget
WE ARE ALL “TEACHERS”
In a classroom without windows
Exposed
In truth and lies
Tenured in memories
Tinged by the angst of youth
Measured
By times melancholic muse

BEWARE
For children watch
Mimic,...

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Categories: my children, children, education, mentor, teacher,

Voids
A void.
Dark, cold and endless.
Nothing and everything.
A concept children can’t grasp
We would never understand something like that
We were young
We were children

A void.
It exists while we...

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Categories: my children, 11th grade, angst, death,

Premium Member Driveway Rainbows
Soft rain had blurred the lines
Softened the edges
Frizzed the sharpness
Of artistic angst

Smiles drooped,
fingers grew thinner,
somehow reaching out.

The eyes caught the raindrops
Blinked them into dappled blues
Noses...

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Categories: my children, art, children, imagination, summer,

Premium Member Shatterproof
the bottle bounced,
said shatterproof.
kids have to do it
more than once.
mom’s countenance 

shatterproof -
probably laughed
behind the scenes.
more likely created
creases, mad lines.

when our kids
don’t show up
on time...

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Categories: my children, angst, children, parents,

Premium Member The Conclusion
"She is brave and strong and broken all at once." — Anna Funder


When spoken, it might seem innocent
Like any word – just a word
Afterall it...

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Categories: my children, angst, child, health, how

Premium Member Discord and Peace
When conflicts raise its ugly head real soon, 
our nations won’t inevitably swoon;
a time that real détente and peace attune.	
Some people still record the slights...

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Categories: my children, analogy, anger, angst, children,

Woman of the Wasteland Ii of Iii
There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his...

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Categories: my children, absence, abuse, allegory, allusion,

Premium Member The Angst In Teenage Cries
Brother Daylight, Sister Darkness
Oh where do I belong
I stand alone in twilight
Like a singer, short on song
A kite devoid of string
A nickel short a dime
Unsure...

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Categories: my children, child, child abuse, childhood,


Book: Shattered Sighs