Torment Poems - Poems about Torment

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Inspired by Ronnie James Dio song "Rainbow in the dark". ............................................ Again, shadows dance tonight—     this time, a grim tear swims down my cheek         as the light became less dim when the             thunder struck— the cold scolds my hold, and I lost my grip, reminding me I am free, like the lightning. But morning light fades into the dark;     the night has totally...

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Memories of whip-lashing words steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil my soul a weeping blistered sore my heart a gangrene amputee pus-green-memories rupture to plague me infection still oozes from core’s moaning cracks in a pale cringe I sniffled the cold floor my confidant a split lip half-wit tamed by the maim...

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A wind blasted tree, not lightning struck, but raped by a heartless wind. Just the one tree on a bare-assed hill, It stands pallid and naked, its bark striped away by raging teeth. I pick up a stick from the ground, it’s a severed branch as stiff as an artificial limb, tap the storm-shorn trunk, note that the tree is not hollow yet. If lightning had split it, it would have...

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The Empty Page It sat there at my student desk In wait of task to tend. Write a poem, the teacher urged, Your thoughts to paper, penned. Intently, I perused the sheet, Pale white and yet unmarked. It lay there teasing my first move, “Don’t leave me unremarked.” This paper, college ruled and prim, Well-bleached and full of aughts, Stared blankly back at me to...

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She Reigns Tis not today which thee will fail, Harken! Harken! My harnessed veil. Venom may sweep your gaze away. Travesty! Dare not to look my way. O, no, but come now, lovers. Give my course gesture no bother. Tis only, only grace bereaved, against thy spirits stripped. Bare of safety, many lips split and garments torn from dead seas...

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Considering it again, it’s shaking me from inside Shall I do it? please enlight Shall I escape from the torment of the soul As it seems eternal as a whole This life isn’t as bright I expected it like a fog light Escaping the world would give eternal torment of the soul As in hell I would be baked and rolled Was...

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Ink pours from my pen like blood from an open wound. The endless void in my soul that fills daily with words that suffocate my existence. There is no cure. No pill to take that will manage the words that flood my brain like water through a broken dam. All I can do is continue to expel the...

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Seems my handwriting will never improve, Yearlong efforts, letters still oblong. Not quite right, but we pretend it’s not all bad, I fixate on each line, a prerequisite approach. So next and then that line and its spacing, proper striving for excellence, sentence, cursed to find some semblance, a distant echo. Earshot. Eardrum. POP! Outward rang disdain, my reality indifferent, Marks resembling a bell...

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Thinking and thinking and thinking. I want to stop going over the memories, The looping record of agonising nothings. That's the problem, you see? It's not a problem to them. A simple mistake, So quickly forgiven, and yet, It lingers like a pungent smell of embarrassment. Perhaps a good action done awkward in manner, A broken plate despite mountains of food. It must replay. Sleep isn't...

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When you are an agonizing echo from a benevolent voice, life exhales in mahogany haze, spreading across the lachrymose meadows as scarred rivulets of sandalwood scents, where ceramic rhymes slumber in watercolor coffins with opaque metaphors, weaving hoaxed hymns of the nascent heavens within these mortal hues. I'm a bronze brushstroke of origami colours, pinned to the weary wall as the state of forsaken...

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he hides himself into an empty wrapper a hollow shell that remained after the storm where life once resided before the heavy toll of addiction arrogance destruction hurt and the combustive mixture of void and destruction an all-inclusive ticket to stagnant displeasure a homeless abode untenanted wreck futile worthlessness vacant desolation disconnected and detached he does not half fill the cover where isolation...

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The glass chatters, clanks, and shatters As it hits the ground But makes no sound The only thing heard is the Screams of pain As I get hit into the glass Blood everywhere Pain unbearable The ripping of flesh Cracking of bones Screams of pain Yet no one hears the screams No one to save me From this nightmare From that thing Evil and putrid Bragging of his virtue But he’s hurting...

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In The Midst of a Maelstrom My emotions are consuming like wildfire. Once elated, now, my body is burning. My mind was once my friend, now unspeakable thoughts torment my soul. I rage, and I shake... trembling with fear. Questions consume me, focused on a particular thought, like paralysis, I...

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Must you torment me, you sultry vixen, Beguile me with the ling’ring lust of more Hold me quiv’ring within your heated grasp Entrap me with the distance of your shore Please touch gently the paleness of my need Infuse your torrid breeze with flowered balm Awakening a fullness, bursting forth To join you in your solemn summer Psalm Thus, sing sweet nature’s ever-welcome...

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