Short Tormented Poems
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Embedded in tormented mind ,
blood clogged fields,
dangling limbs - contorted.
Whistling ammunition,
gun fire resounds.
pitch black night like thoughts
tormented with uncertainty
until stars give hope
2-12-2016
Super glue can't fix
This tormented spirit of mine.
Nothing can ever
Fix all you once said to me.
Dear, nothing can, really.
A man alone,
Plagued by fears.
Swollen eyes,
With salted tears.
Mind tormented,
Heart bereft.
Lost forever,
The day she left.
You desert me too
Who in this unkind world of
Self-seekers cares to
Hold the shaking hands of
A tormented, forlorn soul
Sintra 21-01-2015
Twisted and tormented
You keep things in, you keep things out
A guardian, a jailer
Form:
As dreams flutter by
On the wings of a scarlet butterfly
You often hear the tormented and lonely cry
And we are left desolate
Brokenhearted
You and I
Form:
IN FORGIVENESS AWARENESS
Wow! I slipped and fell!
A wrong decision was made:-
Sad tears flowed for days.
Agony tormented me:
Dear God forgave my mistake.
How blissful it is to live in the abyss.
Unaware, insouciant of the world around,
Tormented are the empaths in the desensitized world,
Who are to their earthly senses bound.
haunted by the souls that linger and follow
broken dreams and never to happen tomorrows
hapless days lead to tormented nights
searching for a light, though never to be in sight
How important is your peace of mind?
The mind is the powerhouse of our being
Without peace, we are
Tormented
Anxious
Lost
Uneasy
Miserable
Cherish your peace of mind.
Save me from myself
That’s all I ask
To be helped
From the pain that I do
Unto myself
You can’t harm me
I promise
My life is tormented
Only with the effects
That I have caused
Form:
tormented in life’s final step
as rain falls from the sky
crying on broken hearts
I lay a single rose upon your grave
as angels hold you in their arms
as your last journey starts
There once was a man who loved garlic dill
Holding them in his hand gave him a thrill
Doorknobs are fermented
With garlic tormented
His wallet and all of his precious bills
SHE
divinely framed
pure&loving,
moves,
such delight
HER
shrieks&sighs
beguile
smiles,like
the sun
I
loiter&look
tormented,
craving never
satisfiers
a passion
once begun
Pounding
Hammering
Pain
Always in my head
At times there is darkness
A brief relief
From the constant hurt
I feel lost and afraid
Whats happening to me
Why am I tormented
Hated so?
Far away from his home,
trapped and silenced by fear.
Just a muted dove far away.
And someone just now speaks of the sweet dove,
That ancient symbol of peace,
so tormented that it is silenced.
Forgotten, alone
Being left to remain in what’s left of this abyss called home
Left to be tormented by a heartless storm
Who knows no compassion
Who can feel no mercy
Whose strength lives to destroy
delving deeper into dying
i just can't find release
from this agony thats thriving
there is no inner peace
mercey has denied me
so i suffer still
tormented by her smile
oh the joy
He must feel
Form:
Birds baked in pies, babies rocked out of trees
Kids all falling down from some dreadful disease
Young Hansel and Gretel
May wind up in a kettle
What tormented minds write stories like these?
12/4/22
There was a man
tormented,
abandoned...
He had no friends,
only flatterers...
He was so poor,
but so pauper,
that nothing had...
There was nothing, in fact he only had
silver, gold, and cash...!
Alone, bordeom creates devious, elemental fantasies. Giants' hands, jerky knives, leave moanig nmphys-opposing paladins quests rsign-stricen, tormented, useless; vicious warlocs, xenopus's ... *yawn*...ZZzzzz
Stormy stormy night
Tormented by a lover's quarrel fight
Oblivious allegations
Ruined bedroom sensations
Myths of tall tales told
Yeilding lies that now become too dam old
My Theme Stormy
Gl All
Vanished glitter, evaporated beauty and shape
Faces that the fabric of wrinkles of agony drape
Tormented and anguished soul in the body’s unsightly prison
Without the succor of death is there an escape?
In the Dane's
Tormented soul
Expectation waited for nightfall
And nightfall for the apparition
Of a noble ghost.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2013.
30/10/18