Agony Poems - Poems about Agony

Pondering me in agony As you load your barrel So pistic in supremacy Just to watch me Bleed here in peril Superior you must feel Forsaken me in betrayal Though too naive to Resignate a bare quiver As I pierce your unholy veil Inferior you are to me As I nock my bow & arrow To solemnly cease your supremacy For I scrutinize you Pleading in Agony...

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There once was big Atlas, so strong, Who held up the heavens so long. He said with a groan, "I'd much rather be prone, But the stars? Well, they'd simply be wrong!" ©bfa032625 ...

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What feeling gives you a belt of happiness? As if you had obtained the key to Paradise But it settles in the heart of darkness, And your soul is on the verge of silence Memories of your heart getting hurt are resurrected, How life is full of treachery and pain? A harsh wakeup call can be toxically echoed With the...

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Down in a garden called Gethsemane Did Jesus pray alone in agony. He knew quite well what He was called to do He said to God He that would see it through. As Peter, James and John all lay nearby. They couldn’t stay awake although they tried. So, in a sense, our Savior was alone To face the greatest darkness He had...

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I can't accept that we are not together My chest just feels heavy and ready to explode Everyone teaches you the concept of love but none teaches how to live in their absence I can't see happiness anywhere Nothing excites me anymore I don't find anything that makes me loved It was you and only your love I ever wanted Initially I was...

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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...

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Like a huge pride of lions roaring at ease From a hidden cavern in the distance , The disturbed robust sea diffuses resonance - In an infinite expanse of sonorous breeze The heavy, grey clouds gathering above , Let out at times , the bright silvery line , Now by chance to smile and then to decline, Bracing...

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Rag Doll by Michael R. Burch, circa age 17 On an angry sea a rag doll is tossed back and forth between cruel waves that have marred her easy beauty and ripped away her clothes. And her arms, once smoothly tanned, are gashed and torn and peeling as she dances to the waters’ rockings and reelings. She’s a rag doll now, a toy of the sea, and...

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The human creatures dancing ...

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What are you doing? What are we supposed to do? How are they growing, Where will you go? Thought of something? You did nothing , Things are lost; Can’t bear the cost? People think, you are frustrated Can’t they think it not funny Don’t go harsh , they are careless; Realize that its just agony. ...

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Oh, my dear moonstone, ...

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An orison to hope Shattered into smithereens Its keened tongues and teeth gnash and lament A despairful cry of a cutthroat womb. Cacophonies cry out Cellos and violins bow, inexorable and unforgiving Until then, of their finale the southern bells will ring; A testimony that God has returned. Savior of humanity, Entwine us with arms that bleed For those arms' warmth and nurture Extricates us...

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WHAT HURTS THE MOST? When you tell someone you don't feel good still they leave you in that statehood that moment made me realize I was in falsehood because being too good is not so good. When the one you love never acknowledges your pain that moment makes you feels like you are nothing but a vain the day...

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In a town where shadows danced in alley's embrace, Lived a man named Elias, with sorrowed grace. A forge once lit bright, now tarnished and dim, His dreams lay in ruins, a whisper, a hymn. Days blurred into nights as the clock solemnly chimed, His pockets, once heavy, now echoes of grime. He roamed through the markets, where laughter...

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Who are you? She? or He? ...

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