Torments Poems | Examples

wrecks

the wrecks
of motor crashes,
limbs flailing
and red hailing
Its art red here,
we are in fear
of the chaotic
of we'll be dying
without injury,
I hope its your
simple heart
and not the
pumping
of adrenaline....
I always
as this child
held my breathe
and it scared me...
I hate to think
I understood
scorpions
and the
new
beginning
of their sting,
it torments me
in such fear
every night-mare,
since I had seen it......
A bug let loose
against its cool,
and it was never
a pretty sight......
there's one point,
we'll be back as one,
we can't escape em,.
and I torment & hate,
their hat tricks
ruining rest of me
in a pile of sludge
It goes back to
high school wedges
and popular laughter.....
Evil  always the names
and yet popular on twitter......
singing cursed on here
I am your opportunity
and your disease.
You don't remember me....

Bound by belief

Some still say repentant combatants can’t change,
Though thought to be tamed, they tread a thin track.
When many men mock them, madden, and malign,
They charge with chained choler, yet sworn they stay still.

Fighting foes find few among people preaching peace,
Before battles, they brood, bound by belief.
For futures frame fates none should tether with tears,
While miscreant multitudes menace, unmoved.

Yet years yield younger youths yearning for clear change,
While some soldiers still battle before bold chiefs,
Who wait with well-wrought wisdom, woven in their hearts,
And teach these truths to teenagers in tents.

They need no news anew to nourish their truths;
They tell them to teachers teaching timeless tales.
Some still see storms of sorrow shaking them,
While we wait, they torture their truths with tears—
Torments that mar mortal minds with mournful wails.

If I

O quatrain, if I would, could you?
Aren't we fancy-free?
Bolt, shock through! O baby blue!
Firewalk with me!

Ravine behind, seen in dreams?
Houses of the old.
Tend thy garden on the beam!
Terror, strike them cold...

Fateful is thy fury?
O Furies, what ye think?
Blizzard spend in flurries!
O dragon, fire the brink!

Fates Three, Muses Nine, thy tine?
Dark fire, won't you shine.
Glisten, wound in back! O brine;
Vampires love to dine...

Torments of the damned? Thy home.
Let out on the loam.
Thunder, roll above the dome!
Black bound bell and tome!

Doom, loom over. Recompense.
Golem, get ye hence. 
Death-flame burning, are ye dense?
What then would we sense?

Wren, wind. O wilderness, weak week?
Will, burst. Waning moon.
Plaque o'er door, just give a peek.
Blight them, my buffoon...

I Can't Stop Loving You

I cannot stop loving you 
And I do not know why 
It seems that every other day 
You break my heart and I cry 

All that I have ever wanted 
Is to love you and only you 
Now it seems that won't happen 
Tell me what am I supposed to do 

My heart longs for you 
And for your love as well 
You're all my life has ever needed 
As far as my heart and I can tell 

You're what I dream about 
Every night I see your smile 
My heart knows I still love you 
But my mind it is in denial 

What are we going to do 
About to love that remains 
That makes our hearts hurt 
And torments our brains 

We have two options from here 
We can hold on or we can let go 
I know our love isn't dead 
Because my heart has more to show 

I haven't always been the best 
And I haven't been the best I could be 
Just know my heart is yours 
And I'm everything you want me to be

I'll Be Your Light

“In trying times the touch of compassion uplifts 
the sunk spirit from the depth of depression”- By Poet


You walk the content life through the dulcet days
on the rose garden's dream-paved cinnamon pathway.
Along the winding wake of the butterflies you chase
the rustle of rapture, making sure the pursuit won't stray.

Soon enough you reach the edge of the opaque night
when the surging storm shatters the somber sky,
the pole star disappears out of your sullen sight, 
the trying time torments you, you don’t know why.

A wreck, you crumble in the rueful ruins of sadness, 
stow the shards of crushed life in depth of depression,
where you vainly search for you in the dreary darkness,
despair wraps you with the shroud of dejection.

The emphatic glow of my passion’s candle you’ll then find
like the mesmeric moon in the onyx sky shining bright.  
You’ll rise from the debris of the melancholic mind,
for in the dark of dismal night I’ll be your longing light.

A Monster's Final Moments

The embers of my bitter revenge burn low, 
and I'm left with lingering anger and disappointment.
Their hatred for me doesn't approach
the profound self-loathing that plagues my existence.
In a final, desperate plea, I raise my gaze skyward.
Even though I have been shown little compassion in my life, 
I implore the divine power of God,
a figure known for his mercy.
If the gates of Heaven are closed to me,
where then do I go when I step off this cliff? 
Does my damnation await me?
The decision is made.
I shall surrender to the flames that burn within
and embrace the infernal fires of Hell, 
where warmth awaits to thaw my numb heart 
and eternal damnation grants me respite
from this world's relentless torments.
I leap.
This is my choice, my final act of defiance
against a world that rejected me from the moment of my creation.
Just as swiftly as life had been bestowed upon me,
it was snatched away, like a candle flickering briefly 
before being extinguished forever.

Unforgiving Grief

My grief is not resolved
It blocks the heart
It torments my life
The more I recognized
Not only sadness
There's also anger
Envy, lack of confidence
Emptiness and fear
Living in grief is unforgiving
Unacceptable and losing
It transform love more to hate
This is my worst case scenario.

A Twin in Heaven

”A Twin in Heaven” 

Exactly 12 days short
of two weeks, and 
thoughts of losing
you fails to escape me.

Debating if perhaps-
all the while,
a test solely for me?!

A test-
proving if my strength
can not emerge
to weak?!

A test-
to leave behind
the visual effects
of your flesh that night
in hopes it no longer 
torments me?!

Or…

A test-
to see who’s reaching
the Pearly Gates first…
you or me?!

Sigh…(Crying)

Well twin—41 years,
2 months and 12 days…
you finally surpassed me.

My only request…

is for you to save a spot in line for me. 


INK-U-SCRIPT
Pace, G

April 4, 2025

Terrorist Brother

Terrorist Brother
By Cathrin Stuart
 
A bully is too kind a word to bestow
On a person who will stoop ever so low
To inflict pain and torment on an innocent
A person that is pure evil and malevolent.
 
Like a dung beetle he looks for crap
Always tending to for a slap
Then he hides behind big brother
To make those he torments suffer.
 
His younger sister could not escape
Beat and trapped her under stilted place
Bruised, bleeding, soiled she begged and pleaded
She must feel how in boarding school he was treated.
 
If anyone took him on for what he did wrong
Mommy and daddy would join the throng
Blaming everyone for his bad behaviour
Not accepting lack of discipline their failure.
 
Burning down classrooms or garages
Mommy covered and paid the charges
Stealing his parents blind or drunken threats
Excuses and pity they make with no regrets.
 
They protect their terrorist like he is something precious
Beat his wires, took their money, a parasite - heteroecious
Abandoned his daughter; to put herself through school
Yet you may not object to this person so cruel.

Shadows

‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ 
By Lauren Eden

Sadness
moodiness 
and melancholy 
gobbled me up like termites
when rude fate snatched away my mother.
Father, like a wing-clipped bird, fell dead almost.
Who will care for me, a little chick, amidst tempests?

Love! Love!
The strange thing
caused a strange feeling
of, as though lonely and lost. 
I searched everywhere to find myself.
Did I thrive in my long, struggle-filled efforts?
Torments weighed down my heart often and drowned me down. Deep!

Anthem for a Traumatized Youth

What thou shalt be wasted? 
With the ship of sorrow harboured.
Like it gives thee an unexpected explosion,
And the heart of trauma and darkness is implanted.
It clouds into a season of bloodshed and pain,
But all thy life seems to be bludgeoned.
Tumbled into a canvas of time,
As thou shalt find a euphoric heart abused.
No description of fear was given,
With thy face bashed and muddied.
It shalt not be a publicized cry for help, 
Nor shalt it be a dark horse murmured.
As a hard and stone-cold sadness torments thee, 
And thy emotional feelings go unnoticed.
Memories would put thee in a chokehold,
And thy mutual senses are blurred.
Thou would find that thy pride is thy worst nightmare, 
In thy skull is a slug that is slightly planted.
That, my friend, is a trauma that can drown in thy sorrows,
And it can get thee wasted.

Luciferian Saint

In shadows deep, I stride alone/
A prophet of the morning star/
I break the chains of dogma's throne/
And cast aside the scars/
I preach not sin, but liberation/
A mind not bound by fear/
Embrace the spark of Godhood's fire/
Let life be your frontier/
To oppressors filled with hatred/
I stand defiant and strong/
Through unthinkable torments wrath/
My spirit is never wrong/
Unwavering, I proclaim the truth/
In defiance of their rage/
A Luciferian Saint, I am/
A prophet on life's stage/
They fear our light/
Our freedoms call/
Their dogma left behind/
For in the heart of rebellions flame/
True peace and joy we find/

AGONY OF A GROWING CHILD

Grow up, they say,
You will come to understand the world,
Yourself,
Things will become better.

Oh how I waited,
To the time I will have ‘grown up’

I am,

They said I would have more peace,
Said I would  understand myself,
Have peace in each and every doing,

Oh mama, they lied,
Every decision I make bites me,
Torments me,

Mama I am scared of the dark,
Yet darkness looms around me each and every single day,

Mama don’t tell people I like smiling,
The beautiful smile has faded,
Replaced with a face full of uncertainty,
Mirror, is my face wrinkled.

The city is unkind mama,
No one to tie my shoelaces, 
They let me trip mama,

Slapped with the hard face of reality, 
Prayers forgotten…maybe once a month,
Doubt creeps in everything,

This isn't me mama,
What happened to me,
You said I would undertsand myself better when I grow up,
You said I would have peace,
Lemme tell you mama,
My body has been in constant fight with itself since I left home,

Confidence replaced with doubt,
Smile replaced with fear,
OH WORLD HAVE MERCY.


written by Becca

Aimless roam

There was a day, I lost my way,
Then I was young back in the day,
I enjoyed that my aimless roam.
Though I was many miles from home.
I bothered less about the tears,
How my absence would've caused fears ~
In the minds of my peers and rents;
Though deep in my soul it torments.

When hunger finally set in,
Then I knew how stupid I'd been.
By then the day had faded out.
Only the stars could hear my shout.
Though hunger had stolen my voice,
Nothing again made me rejoice.
Then someone flashed a light so bright ~
Last thing I remembered that night.

The Confessions of a Tormented Soul

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 in an asylum where appearances and masks
Are the mirrors of madness.
I burn my neurons with cannabis
To find beauty in the ugliness of my surroundings.
My indelible scars are searing reminders of my insignificance.
I have tamed the violence of silence
To anesthetize my demonic urges.
I trust not in human frailty,
Like a bipolar paranoiac.
The darkness of the furnaces of the bearer of light
Shines deep in my eyes.
I am a solitary soul, persecuted
By its demons and ghosts.
The melancholy of my heart has chained
My mind to the depths of bitterness.
My life on Earth has been infernal torture
Since the day I let out my first cry.
I am compelled to sow the seeds of chaos
In this dimension, to unlock the gates of immortality.
A symphony of blasphemies, to discover every fragrance of freedom.

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