#anguish poems on Hello Poetry

Acina Joy Jul 2018

Darling, just breathe.
It still hurts, but you can still feel.

That’s all there is to it.

#pain #anguish #detriment #love #friendship #loss #sadness #sad

Emmiasky Ojex Jul 2018

We’re hungry
But we lacking

We can’t even dare ask
Cos for us all, eating food is really an heinous task

Their moving out in their cars
While we, in here we are, hiding in our infectious scars

I wanna go out of here to there
But what about these ones I’ve got as friends

It’s really irking
But can I be in such a hurry?

If I have the brain to leave!
How will my younger ones live?

If I have the power to go and beg!
What about those in here, living without legs?

But then, we’re hungry
And we’ve got no one sending us daily meals

Seems I just have to make a run for it
And beg a few things for human being to eat

We all don’t have a choice but to live our time this way
For we are children of those who didn’t make good use of their young days.

©Emmiasky Ojex

Please reach out to those who need help and have nothing, will you?

#poverty #hunger #suffering #children #of #beggars #pain #anguish

kiana Jul 2018

midnight confession.

I make my mind run infinite laps
before stepping one foot inside
the more tired it gets
the easier it is to live
thoughts don't get fed
and my eyes dry out
so no tear can come visit
staying alive has become the goal
because emotion has failed me
passions have deserted me cold and naked
against my trembling bones
holding on for dear life
****** hands gripping thin veins
legs dangling in the smog
in my heaving lungs
moments of anguish cage me
binding my feathers around my neck
until I breathe nothing but bricks
may sleep; my temporary escape
bring me solace in my chaos
and morning be gentle on me
as my dark feelings awaken
at the same time I do

#poetry #sadness #night #anxiety #fear #anguish #sleep #midnight #confession #tired

AstralPotato Jul 2018

The Art of Death

Darkness filled with malice,
Malice of killing intent;
The courage to slaughter
From anger it starts to foster

Hatred, it cries for blood
Anguish, an abominable voice
The art of death, he pondered
Will be a lovely gift to gather

Slowly, my child, slowly
Take your time, take it easy
****** isn't something to rush
Or you'll take away its lush

[The pleasure of torture;
The art of death]

Made last summer... I was just so ****** back then.. guess it was too exaggerated lol

#death #torture #violence #hatred #anguish #killingintent #anger #******

melanie Jul 2018

Stagnant

Fragmented,
I stand split between here and there
watching the world as it spins around me.

I once made decisions solely based on you:
On your needs
and wants
and dreams.

Now I no longer move in any direction.
Not because my voice can't echo off tall ceilings,
But because I truly don't care if you can hear me anymore.

Sometimes the stagnant quiet is louder than anything I ever could have said

#silence #anguish #love #him #her #findyourself #be #hurt

Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018

Poetry Pouring From Pupils

Caught a few tears before they hit the ground
I sit and let them fall from my eyes
Soon face will be red, lids puffy like clouds
They remain that way after each drop dries.

I am attached to the habits that hurt me
Falling in love, sight of blood, and drugs to name a few
Darkness regardless of outside forces constantly stalks
Got caught in its mystery, it knocked my life askew.

I do not think it will leave my side
It follows, a second shadow
Growing used to this presence filling days
I no longer fight or resist my unyielding foe.

Even in empty misery
I find comfort in knowing whatever the amount
It is the only constant I can rely on in this bitter world
Lived with lonely despair too long to count.

Words are pouring out of my eyes
No life, no sound, can reach voice
Love and pain keep trickling down my face
Anguish I'm feeling didn't come by choice.

Why would I want to be unhappy?

#love #sad #pain #sorrows #life #sound #voice #anguish #feeling #choice

Acina Joy Jun 2018

Needing Clarity

i do still care over what they think;
what the demons seem to say
and what my friends seem to say,
and it pains me to even say,
that I do still care.

because when i turn to myself for comfort,
Even I’m not there.

Yeah

#care #comfort #love #pain #loss #anguish

Acina Joy Jun 2018

Ivan

And I told him, Ivan, don’t shout.
And he did, and he couldn’t hear me;
he was too busy, leaning over the edge,
teetering on the point of immortality—
on the edge, on the edge, on the edge.
He’s still there.

Then, is it okay to cry enough?
Isn’t it okay to keep helping him?
Or am I too stupid to believe—
“Ivan, please stay. Please don’t go”—
that he would stay, even after I’m gone?

Because, I still cried, even when I left him first.
Because I didn’t want to stay to see him leave me,
and is love okay this way?
Is this what love for me supposed to be?
Am I really that naive to have believed its lies?

I left. But I can’t help but feel that I’m the one who lied.

Don’t ask who Ivan is

#love #lies #loss #pain #anguish #heartbreak