Tormented Poems - Poems about Tormented

I am naked. _bare_ my hands (_)Whose trace are these wounds? I am naked. [naked] prominent blue grooves, - Green, - Blue, - Red! Red whispers(./:) on your skin crawls _my skin_ Is pale(.) your skin(,/.) Stretches _sketch_ [sleepy] - are you dead - are you? - you dead? my skin(!/?) I draw a line. _grooves_ [groove] are you (…/?) Red pours. Pours (./?) _Pouring_ Hanging. Burning. _flow_ The flow of the artery in the groove of my skin. [Soil] I was sleeping. What color was the soil? do you know? are you… red...

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I poison myself to endure the torments of my clairvoyant mind, A journey littered with catastrophes and irreversible scars. I chase nightmares I will find in hell, My face drowned in the fleeting vanities humanity sanctifies. I am in no rush to honor my appointment with the reaper, Like a terminally ill patient who still dares to dream. I am trapped...

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When words have fled there's empty space That echoes with nothing deemed stellar No simple idea to embrace Profundity gone it seems forever. When chaos of life has intruded Thoughts scrambled into tangled web Creativity lost as mind's eye brooded Blank page ignites emotions reason fled. Ocean waves ebb and low with ease Tormented poet desires tranquil pen Dexterous words make readers believe Hard-fought verse is...

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Neither directed nor disciplined Leading lives of looting and lust Bullets rain down, they bite the dust It doesn’t have to be this way... Though without...

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The.isolated moon in far arc of her epogee, As she searches Earth's surface in cold winter's hemisphere, She bites her tongue of protest of what she will never be, And throws sharp knives of jealousy into the atmosphere. In the cold moon's distant musings, her echoes can't be heard, And but for the crunch of snow, silence waits...

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In the heart of inner wanderings hides, alas, a tormented soul, Wilted by anguishes woven at the edge of the mind, where the thread breaks. In verses, the silhouette of an overwhelming sadness takes shape, a landscape made of lead, Carrying with it the bitter taste of disappointment, a sheathless sword in the chest of time. Why do you...

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Tears beyond pour Heart sour Anguished words and thoughts I question my well being Seeming with no prosper All I hear is words, but no encouragement Only just No must Standing alone for myself I am beaten and torn within my own battle No victory, but defeat Perhaps I am scornful and doubtful Life on end I yell but my voice echoes back I shout for help It became a...

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An overwhelming sadness bows to a cloudy ...

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The din of darkness, The cacophony of impostors, The symphony of ignorance, The decadence of progress, Colonial heritage, The empire of the pharaohs, The agony of the pyramids, The ordeal of free men, The heat of infernal furnaces, The burden of ancestral tortures, The cradle of humanities chained to hatred, The lament of immemorial torments, ...

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In the bitterness of my soul  I wept sore in my solitude  Wallowing in my sorrowful spirit  I lost the sense of my whole  For how long shall I continue in this service? For how long shall you torment my spirit? Your words have become like a dagger to my heart Piercing it into pieces on a daily basis  Your actions have become...

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Although I am gone you will remember my name. Although I am gone I will still cause you pain. Although I am gone I'm there when you dream. Although I am gone I can still make you scream. Although I am gone I can still cause you sorrow. Although I am gone you will have peace tomorrow. Although I am gone...

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World-weary, war-torn, weather-beaten A poet is but a beleaguered soul, A hopeless wanderer, a rootless wayfarer Misunderstood often Misinterpreted, ridiculed Scorned by his lady luck Spurned by his muse, Wizard of imagination reigning over a fantasy land, He’s of a ragged spirit striving to shape an ideal world, A Spartan without a spear A warrior without a weapon Yet equipped to inflict a fatal wound, Never home when opportunity...

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Coffee, notebook and specs Writing madly what the heck. Caffeine keeps eye open wide Giving sigh my poem dies. Scribbling with mad delight Crazy pen's taken flight In Essence 2 Poetry Contest Photograph No:5 Sponsored by Joseph May...

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In the depths of depravity we find ourselves shackled by our own misinformation and uncertainties. Left with a reminder of times of old and good yet decaying and tarnished. Thoughts of love, of hate coupled like some twisted nightmare waiting for the morning wake. Reflected only as a constant mnemonic apparition of what was and will...

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I woke to the raucous roaring of beasts braying in the night Creepy things crawling over my body. I cringed at the sight I fought off diabolic demons who tried to devour my heart Shadows snared me; I was tormented with troubled thought Phantoms played on pauper's graves 'til my pulse grew weak I was petrfied with fear, knowing...

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