LilDragonFly
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2020 1:30pm
23rd Jul 2020 1:30pm
Sans Soleil
No funny sunny days
for this poem
for she is left to roam
beneath a sky of concrete
Puddles beneath her feet
she begrudges the retreat
in no particular direction
with no predilection
Each scratch of the quill
is rather shrill
leaving its wound
leaving its scar
Tears dampen the page
evidence of her rage
as Indian ink is no more
spilt in her name
Left crumbled in a ball
in the darkness of the hall
discarded once again
still waiting for the...
for this poem
for she is left to roam
beneath a sky of concrete
Puddles beneath her feet
she begrudges the retreat
in no particular direction
with no predilection
Each scratch of the quill
is rather shrill
leaving its wound
leaving its scar
Tears dampen the page
evidence of her rage
as Indian ink is no more
spilt in her name
Left crumbled in a ball
in the darkness of the hall
discarded once again
still waiting for the...
#depression
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10 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
16th Sep 2022 8:32pm
16th Sep 2022 8:32pm
Four Corners
They are always there
dark and square
hemming me in
sharp as any doubt
never letting out
never letting on
all that they do know
what they will not show
a truth that lies
beyond these walls
dark and square
hemming me in
sharp as any doubt
never letting out
never letting on
all that they do know
what they will not show
a truth that lies
beyond these walls
#depression
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
6 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
6th Nov 2017 6:20pm
6th Nov 2017 6:20pm
DRAMA QUEEN
I have come to the conclusion that everyone craves a little drama in their life-
It is what keeps life from being a forever-standing monotonous timeline.
There are just some people completely bored out of their minds
Living that pathetic, monotonous timeline
that the only thing they CAN do is create or find their drama
By being angry just to be angry!
When such a person begins to stir up trouble against you
Or whirl their rants and raves your way
Just turn and walk away....
It is the silent way, without use of words or...
It is what keeps life from being a forever-standing monotonous timeline.
There are just some people completely bored out of their minds
Living that pathetic, monotonous timeline
that the only thing they CAN do is create or find their drama
By being angry just to be angry!
When such a person begins to stir up trouble against you
Or whirl their rants and raves your way
Just turn and walk away....
It is the silent way, without use of words or...
#depression
#funny
#addiction #philosophical
#addiction #philosophical
18 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 6:36pm
20th Nov 2022 6:36pm
Graceland
To suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune “ ~ Hamlet
How then to face them
these dwindling sparrows
these slings and arrows
(fortunately not really all that outrageous)
how the ordinary day
grinds in its ordinary way
flesh
bone
soul
into a powdered whole
to carry all of this weight
waiting to somehow sate
appetites never whet
old flames never lit
going down then uphill
on this pilgrimage of will
or won’t I
kneeling in...
of outrageous fortune “ ~ Hamlet
How then to face them
these dwindling sparrows
these slings and arrows
(fortunately not really all that outrageous)
how the ordinary day
grinds in its ordinary way
flesh
bone
soul
into a powdered whole
to carry all of this weight
waiting to somehow sate
appetites never whet
old flames never lit
going down then uphill
on this pilgrimage of will
or won’t I
kneeling in...
#depression
#loneliness
#hope
#religion
#confessional
18 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
27th Jan 2023 7:52pm
27th Jan 2023 7:52pm
The Word
Poetry Response to “The Word”
by Tony Hoagland
I sit out in the sunroom
waiting for the sun
to hit that right angle
so that hope might dangle
once again
For cold winter days
bring their chilly malaise
stuck here somewhere between
summer and spring
with no songs left to sing
With no end here in sight
just a blank page left to write
by Tony Hoagland
I sit out in the sunroom
waiting for the sun
to hit that right angle
so that hope might dangle
once again
For cold winter days
bring their chilly malaise
stuck here somewhere between
summer and spring
with no songs left to sing
With no end here in sight
just a blank page left to write
#depression
#winter
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
19 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
25th May 2020 7:45am
25th May 2020 7:45am
Unfathomable
I really want to ask
how deep
it truly is
this well of sorrow
Never ever dry
even though I try
to stop shedding
all of these tears
Filled up to the brim
it beckons me in
to its ever briny
depths
Enabling me to float
here eternal
just like the Dead Sea
inside of me
Unable to ever plumb
trying not to succumb
to the elastic depths
of salty despair
how deep
it truly is
this well of sorrow
Never ever dry
even though I try
to stop shedding
all of these tears
Filled up to the brim
it beckons me in
to its ever briny
depths
Enabling me to float
here eternal
just like the Dead Sea
inside of me
Unable to ever plumb
trying not to succumb
to the elastic depths
of salty despair
#sadness
#depression
20 reads
5 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
12th Jun 2020 7:08am
12th Jun 2020 7:08am
Deprescient
Dear old Papa called it
the writer's gift
for his mental rift
that I have now received
Making me so want
to give this back
hastily repack ... it
in its original packaging
Taking off this dire
cloak
in which I soak
marinating in this crude ink
Making me always think
to escape any feeling
any submerging
into a sad emerging
But does it inspire
rekindle the fire
of deep poetic...
the writer's gift
for his mental rift
that I have now received
Making me so want
to give this back
hastily repack ... it
in its original packaging
Taking off this dire
cloak
in which I soak
marinating in this crude ink
Making me always think
to escape any feeling
any submerging
into a sad emerging
But does it inspire
rekindle the fire
of deep poetic...
#depression
20 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
13th Sep 2021 7:00pm
13th Sep 2021 7:00pm
Bloody Poetry
Not the English kind...
meant for those who don't mind
a little drippy blood
a little unholy mess
While I once again confess
sport my Stigmata
like some accessory
to a self inflicted crime
Wishing I had a dime
had a payphone
somewhere I can be alone
out in public
Trip on a soapbox
somehow be able to coax
out some true verity
to sparkle in an eclipsed sun
Impressing almost everyone
in their own peculiar way
within the dark light of day
revel in knell of a cracking bell
meant for those who don't mind
a little drippy blood
a little unholy mess
While I once again confess
sport my Stigmata
like some accessory
to a self inflicted crime
Wishing I had a dime
had a payphone
somewhere I can be alone
out in public
Trip on a soapbox
somehow be able to coax
out some true verity
to sparkle in an eclipsed sun
Impressing almost everyone
in their own peculiar way
within the dark light of day
revel in knell of a cracking bell
#depression
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
20 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
19th Sep 2021 3:22pm
19th Sep 2021 3:22pm
Greyed Shades
I keep them closed
pulled so tight
keeping out the light
keeping in all sin
For ambiguity remains
the phrase of the day
the word that I say
to somehow explain
All things unexplainable
unfathomable
depths too deep
to ever plump...
As I remain now numb
to the autumn breeze
the whispers of the trees
all the colors they profess
While I strive to confess
each and every regret
still trying to forget
how all of this began
pulled so tight
keeping out the light
keeping in all sin
For ambiguity remains
the phrase of the day
the word that I say
to somehow explain
All things unexplainable
unfathomable
depths too deep
to ever plump...
As I remain now numb
to the autumn breeze
the whispers of the trees
all the colors they profess
While I strive to confess
each and every regret
still trying to forget
how all of this began
#sadness
#depression
#bipolar
#fall
#confessional
20 reads
5 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 12:19pm
7th Aug 2024 12:19pm
The Swing
A rusted swing set sways in an overgrown park
long since abandoned, lost and alone
I see myself swinging, even smiling, I used to
love jumping out for that one millisecond
of weightlessness
I blink my eyes beneath the weight of dawn and
the image is gone, swaying myself, I long for the
swing, or at least a moment without the gravity
of this life pulling at me
Lately a new voice has come whispering in my ear
and I don't care much for what it says, but it leaves
a bookmark so I can always find that painful page, ...
long since abandoned, lost and alone
I see myself swinging, even smiling, I used to
love jumping out for that one millisecond
of weightlessness
I blink my eyes beneath the weight of dawn and
the image is gone, swaying myself, I long for the
swing, or at least a moment without the gravity
of this life pulling at me
Lately a new voice has come whispering in my ear
and I don't care much for what it says, but it leaves
a bookmark so I can always find that painful page, ...
#depression
#hope
20 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 8:33am
4th Jun 2021 8:33am
Broken Light
The streetlight floods my room
with all of its stale gloom
pale painted light
stripes the bare wall
our empty bed
my face hanging down
a branded frown
feeling like I am trapped
behind these shaded bars
beneath these faded scars
unable to sleep
unable to escape
with all of its stale gloom
pale painted light
stripes the bare wall
our empty bed
my face hanging down
a branded frown
feeling like I am trapped
behind these shaded bars
beneath these faded scars
unable to sleep
unable to escape
#depression
#loneliness
#night #confessional
#night #confessional
21 reads
8 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
21st Aug 2024 7:48pm
21st Aug 2024 7:48pm
A Blank Pain
Pain has an element of blank” ~ Emily Dickinson
Leave it to a blank pain
To fill in for a most sinful rain
To chill these lovely old bones
Of one who still only atones
From the moment I do awake
I feel each felt painful ache
Wounds I do then give myself
So they stack high upon the shelf
With little now left for rhyme
While I abide an unabiding time
Such a fulsome empty element
Set here as rigid as any cement
For such is the way of things
With these gifts Death brings
Turn a house into a...
Leave it to a blank pain
To fill in for a most sinful rain
To chill these lovely old bones
Of one who still only atones
From the moment I do awake
I feel each felt painful ache
Wounds I do then give myself
So they stack high upon the shelf
With little now left for rhyme
While I abide an unabiding time
Such a fulsome empty element
Set here as rigid as any cement
For such is the way of things
With these gifts Death brings
Turn a house into a...
#EmilyDickinson
#confessional
#depression
#heartbroken
#MentalHealth
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15 Comments
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