Short Agonize Poems
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I just read your face.
I understand the language of your eyes.
When you are, depressed by heart.
Then I agonize too, from the heart.
I just read your face.
I understand the language of your eyes.
Poetry’s like a faucet
Turn it on, let it warm up
When it flows just right
You’ll be able to write
Focus your mind, close your eyes
It may take you several tries
To devise and revise ~
Hope you won’t have to agonize
Before deadline ends chirp and cry in nest to be alive.
No desire to be part of a well-define circle yet still afraid to fly.
May not be disclosed the light has last mauve of butterfly made its agonize.
In last breath of soaring grace flames till make all of us be the one part.
To dilate eyes
It isn’t wise
To feel surprise
At pupils’ size.
You must surmise
This truth applies –
The doc relies
On such a guise.
Don’t analyze
Or agonize
For facts arise
(And that’s the prize).
But time sure flies
And justifies
The sight that lies
Within our eyes.
Accepts leadership as headache
Unites all subjects to agonize
Turns workers into complaining robots
Holds all under him suppressed
Organizes team work for failure
Result oriented management a bluff
Invests in man power for self-interest
Tests set goals to check cheating
Yearns for mishaps to misappropriate
Agonize me, harass me
Burn me, scorn me-
Impale my heart with your cruel venom.
Your scourge- my patron-
I shall frolic and revel in it's hatred
If this be but the one,
-the only way-
to posses you
Left with no choice
-for I'll not lose you-
I embrace you completely
In all your raging fury.
A. Green
I release and set you free.
I take the guilt to keep.
And as you soar with my memory...
More sweet than bitter, I wish.
I trudge on in life, a lesser self, hauling my deep regret.
That which I passed up in you, the right that proved wrong- I agonize.
If I could do it once more… I’d give my heart for you to take.
If words inscribed by me can make him agonize,
I'll let him feel.
For I can't hurt him the way he does.
If he refuses to confine by my love,
I will not try to bewilder him by my mortal beauty,
rather let him be confined by my verse.
If still, he doesn't reciprocate,
then he is not the connoisseur
I have sought to converse.
Paisley's not in
Thin ties are disasters
Corduroy's out
No stomachs are stout
Fashion's dictates rule young brains
whose bodies agonize in pain
Trying to flatten curves into right angles
~ weight forbidden to gain
a
Sharp, rocky, dangerous promontories,
dark crashing violence maleficent
down below. Weathering belligerent
waves, sailors agonize increasingly,
eyes straining, constantly calculating.
Light streaming, searchingly intelligent-
the lighthouse, beautiful revelation-
comes into exhausted perspective.
September 19, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
for all the policies that we enact
some are waging war today
and nothing anyone might say
will change the fact
in spite of our ingenious brains
who analyze and agonize
for all the tears a child cries-
the fact remains
may death be swift if die we must!
and to your health I raise a glass
and fiddle though it comes to pass-
we all turn to dust.
Right what you did wrong
Say “I am sorry” to someone
Or make amends
Whatever it is my friend
Let there be no regrets
If you feel a twang in your spirit
That you have done somebody wrong
Make it right right away
That is the Holy Spirit telling you
By your uncomfortable feeling
Don’t ignore it
Your action may be causing somebody to agonize
Stumble
Don’t let it be you
Earthquake
There is a lot of mumbling and shaking
Can`t you all see?
Blind bats agonize thee?
What a felony of misfit
Where is the earthquake?
Can`t you all see?
Diminishing reasons beyond thee.
Stopping all you thought of me!
I see the earthquake
Shaking so hard, moron!
Leave all to thee, you think?
Agonizing indeed we see.
Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.
Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.
I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..
Form:
I killed the dragon in her mind
The fire still remains
Her thoughts they dance and agonize
They fill her heart with pain
As we watched from inside love
We tossed the world aside
Burned the bridge that brought us
here
Chased a beautiful lie
As time did change so did her eyes
Only ashes left from flame
Those gentle gems steal looks of sin
They whisper not my name
J-ust aim to smile, not to mourn,
U-ndaunted despite the setback;
N-o reason to cry and agonize, neither walking out nor losing track.
B-e ready to smile, not to mourn,
A-lthough there is failure;
U-nfazed in spite of loss,
T-hinking of another rapture.
I-t's better to accept any matter,
S-eptember eighteenth morn;
T-ry to welcome everything,
A-im to smile, not to mourn.
Younger people slake their thirst -
No reason to endure it -
With water or another drink
As quick as they procure it.
But older folk will agonize
Although they may secure it,
'Cause if they drink enough to quench,
Their bladders just can't store it.
Though young and old alike may share
A quenching-thirst ability,
It's only older ones who care
'Bout where's the next facility.
Life would be a whole lot better
If I weren’t such a fretter.
Yet, that’s just my worried way;
I guess it’s in my DNA.
I wish I could be less uptight
And trust all that will be all right
But worry worms its way inside
And somehow it gets magnified.
To let things slide, it’s very plain,
For me would go against the grain
So what I do, which I regret,
Is agonize and fret, fret, fret!
Upon reaching…I found no presence
Just the absence of the heart
That once stood strong within her
Now, lacks the beat of love and desire
She is there, but is silent
Her looks agonize the depths of me
Torment the longings that remain
Yet never get satisfied
I stand in this rain, but remain dry
I stand in the light of day, but in darkness
I stand alone seeking love
That will just never be
My trials, indenture, my regrets
Oh Lord, how solemn I accept
that punishment of knowing, its inept
forgive, forgive and then forget!
This solemn trail, my eyes still wet
climb in divesture, hoping, kept
be it not usuary, be it not debt
but character, that in striving, met!
And so my humble prayer's beget
is not to agonize bereft,
nor field, nor criticize concept,
but yield as wise, and yet, and yet!
for all the policies that we enact
some are waging war today
and nothing any one might say-
will change the fact
in spite of our ingenious brains
who analyze and agonize
for all the tears a child cries-
the fact remains
may death be swift,if die we must
and to your health i raise a glass
and fiddle though it comes to pass-
we all turn to dust*
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i can't remember if i sent this one in already...rob
He's a wild heart without a home
In stranger places he use to roam
In dark of night, he shuns the light
He is afraid of something bright
Everyday he finds his forest
Where he can put his soul to rest
For the world he's born is cruel
He's forced to grapple by the rule
He braves the sight of being alone
At times, sadness strikes him to the bone
He braves alone, the storm and rain
He agonize alone in pain
Briskly comes forth the night
The moon reflects the sea
And softly speaks to me
The shining sapphire light
And the stars glowing bright
Wakes a deep memory
Sensing your gentle eyes
Longing for your embrace
For your smile, for your face
Instead I agonize
Beneath the darkened skies
For none can take your place
In our hearts, we shall stay
Alas, the light of day
3/25/2021
HexSonnetta Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
I’m leaving on vacation soon,
My suitcase mostly packed,
But certain items I’m deciding
If I should extract.
That extra long-sleeved shirt?
And will I really wear my jeans?
I need a packing fairy
Who swoops in and intervenes.
She’d point her wand and I would have
Exactly what I need
And from the drama in my mind
I’d thankfully be freed.
But as it is, I’ll do the job
And while I’m gone, I bet
I’ll agonize ‘bout things I brought
And those I did forget.
blame the stars maybe
there is no preparation for this
we were the result of something like hate
that generated us who are love
we don't forget, father
we don't forget you wasn't human
maybe engendered without love
in the wrong month of a bad year
I said no love
always reeling from the bar
until being hated
but neither was our hatred a human thing
it was also inhuman hatred
what our unlove did...
now agonize in Paradise Asylum
blaming the stars, maybe.