#anguish poems on Hello Poetry

muteD Jun 2021

A fiery pit
is blossoming inside of
my chest.
Where my heart
used to reside
no longer resides
a place capable of any
love.
Hate slithers in
like the first rays
of sunlight
on a Sunday morning
consuming me before I even open my eyes.

and I’m finding out
that the only way to
silence the voices in my head
is to scream my own voice raw
and drown them out.
bubbling up like a volcano
on the cusp of erupting
is every penny I’ve ever collected.
holding the memories of what
could never be again.

I’m not sure what
I hate more.
How you made me feel
or myself?

#anger #anguish #feeling #hate #love #hurt #silence #voices

Philip Lawrence May 2021

Aftermath

outside, amid the rubble, stands a mound two
soldiers high, made of bricks and mortar, and

cement and steel twisted up with everyday life,
where tables and chairs and beds and blankets

tumble carelessly, askew in the hot sun that beats
ceaselessly against a refrigerator toppled on its’ head,

and upon on a sewing machine halted mid-stitch,
the needle poised above the hem of a flowered dress

#war #devastation #destruction #life #death #anguish #hope

Leila Feb 2021

Baby

Delicacy in its purest form
Might have cried a tear tonight
Torn a chipper down foreworn
Tickled pink in fright

She wants to ****
To die in black
Not so simple anymore
She’s aches and whack

Can she feel the naught?
Cultural worthlessness
She is an endearment
They’ll **** her if she’s anything more

Baby

#baby #love #hate #poem #poetry #sexism #feminism #hurt #anguish #angst

Henrique A Caldas Jan 2021

It’s Complicated (Eulogy to Good Feelings)

To the prayers who mourn
and to the mourners who pray
To ‪the seekers‬ of faith
as to believe, warmth bring it may
To the souls of whom sworn,
an anguish of grief with ceaseless wraith

Here forth in this unholy grave
Lies the spirit of your salvation

To the lovers who dreamed
and to the dreamers who loved
To the cosmic pairing
as toys the void the fair beloved
To the sole swan, by time, seamed,
an ache of lost mesmeric sharing

Here forth in this sterile grave
Lies the body of your gestation

To the good memories
And to memories of good
To the aether of life
as a ghost encased in soft wood
To the shared old stories
an amusement of cuddles and strife

Here forth in this forgotten grave
Lies the mind of your foundation

Even when darkness raises a wall
(This snake of hope with fangs of fear)
Light shall always scorch with white
(This dove that dazzles with hearts resilience)
Sorry that the fire blazed not the dark,
But charred Faith, Love, those Memories...
And all is lost in ashes of sorrow,
And all is drowned in my silent tears

They won't come back, I won't climb up
Death, this closed door, it's complicated

This poem marks a turning point for the speaker's emotions and the first piece of the third chapter. He reached a relative maximum high, and now everything will go downhill.

#faithlessness #death #despair #eulogy #grave #spirit #anguish #grief

Homunculus Jan 2021

Ask Me a Question

**** if I know.
I scarcely understand much anymore.
I am but a puddle of coherent reminiscences
oozing across the floor into decoherence and
diffusing into maximum entropy.

We are in Hell:
all is Maya,
all is Mara,
all is Dukkha.
Yet, we are slaves
who love our chains.

And I am a lifeless, fetal,
**** economicus,
mortifying de rigeur
in the ossified skull of a
long forgotten **** sapien.

If only those kinship instincts could've
survived the havoc we've wrought.
Look at what we've done.
Look at what we do.

**** for money.
**** for oil.
**** for land.
**** for 'justice.'
**** for God
**** for 'the cause'
**** for the sake of killing,
and pave over what's left.

Leave a few trees and bushes for our
dystopic terrarium.
'Our Synthetic Environment,'
old Murray[1] called it.

Now, walk into the forest.
Be there. Stay there.
Do you feel it?
Any of this nonsense we call
'civilization'?

Or
is it that you feel something more. . .
poignant?
More true?
To a point where our heated debates
appear as no more than frivolous diatribes?

When do we stop all this narrative solipsism
and get to the ******* point?
None of this is real.
Our thoughts are not our own.
Have they ever been?

The Spectacle [2] reigns supreme
as we idle spectators
speculate idly upon it.

Borges's fable of the cartographers [3]
has reached its apotheosis,
and we are its unwilling
and unwitting victims. . . .

A bit too much wine is the culprit here, I suspect.

1: Murray Bookchin, radical social theorist and major figure in the ecology movement.
2: "In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation." - Guy Debord, Society of the Spectacle, 1967
3: The Borges story, credited fictionally as a quotation from "Suárez Miranda, Viajes de varones prudentes, Libro IV, Cap. XLV, Lérida, 1658", imagines an empire where the science of cartography becomes so exact that only a map on the same scale as the empire itself will suffice. [source: Wikipedia]

#hopelessness #anguish #tyranny #capitalism #ecology #economy #politics #facebook #twitter #instagram

Dawn Dec 2020

• 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 •

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓,
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑑,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑.

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.
𝐴𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛
𝐼𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜.

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓.
𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑠,
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠.

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠,
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ.
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓,
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑑𝑜.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓,
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒,
𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.
𝐵𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑛.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

a very very late upload since I planned to post this before the end of November but I forgot all about it :3

Anyways, Merry Christmas everyone, I hope y'all had a great Christmas day muah<3

#anguish #depression #lonliness #hopelessness #sad #anxiety #vent #regret