MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Oct 2022 11:19am
27th Oct 2022 11:19am
Areopagy
The body is a temple, I have heard,
But my temple thoughts often lay undone
With order only in a shambled word;
A fragment desiccating in the sun;
Ossified rune blocks in matrix mass
Panned and pored for any valid meaning,
In spun facet, by magnifying glass,
And ensuing syntax reconvening
To again ordain purpose to my brain
To tease from fracas thought a new notion
To fusillade the wit to ascertain
A way to shape that dreary commotion,
Doldrum psyche, into lyric glory...
With nothing more than my verbal quarry!...
But my temple thoughts often lay undone
With order only in a shambled word;
A fragment desiccating in the sun;
Ossified rune blocks in matrix mass
Panned and pored for any valid meaning,
In spun facet, by magnifying glass,
And ensuing syntax reconvening
To again ordain purpose to my brain
To tease from fracas thought a new notion
To fusillade the wit to ascertain
A way to shape that dreary commotion,
Doldrum psyche, into lyric glory...
With nothing more than my verbal quarry!...
#LifeAsAWriter
#depression
194 reads
0 Comments
Kii_Ahn
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 7:03pm
21st Mar 2024 7:03pm
LITTLE DROPS
#depression
#acceptance
72 reads
10 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 11:40pm
17th Apr 2024 11:40pm
Anchor
Sometimes you lose the anchor in your life
It’s sunk, disappeared at the bottom of the ocean
The most important person gone in a second
No air in your lungs, no wind in your sails
Your whole life changes
Just like that
It’s sunk, disappeared at the bottom of the ocean
The most important person gone in a second
No air in your lungs, no wind in your sails
Your whole life changes
Just like that
#death
#depression
#grief #sadness
#grief #sadness
54 reads
5 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
24th Apr 2023 3:16am
24th Apr 2023 3:16am
Cheerless
inexplicable head smog
gray brain weather on a yellow day
obligations and rushing about
just thicken the clouds
the tension
the pounding
heavy lids and opaque dust tears…
The soul whimpers for rest.
Valiant efforts ---
daffodils on the table
fresh-baked snickerdoodles
dog snuggles and
the music of peeping frogs…
All it does is help the time pass
with slightly less bleakness
until finally the clock
and the expectations
allow eyes and ears to
shut out
this discordant world
until...
gray brain weather on a yellow day
obligations and rushing about
just thicken the clouds
the tension
the pounding
heavy lids and opaque dust tears…
The soul whimpers for rest.
Valiant efforts ---
daffodils on the table
fresh-baked snickerdoodles
dog snuggles and
the music of peeping frogs…
All it does is help the time pass
with slightly less bleakness
until finally the clock
and the expectations
allow eyes and ears to
shut out
this discordant world
until...
#depression
#sleep
#NaPoWriMo2023
193 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2023 6:55pm
2nd Sep 2023 6:55pm
Seeing Mental Health Illness Within The Shadows Of My Eyes
We are now heading upon the throne of Autumn, where, within some states we will kiss the shadows of the sun goodbye until the beginning of Spring 2024, as all eyes shall witness the beautiful transformation of falling leaves, then barren lands, we tend to spend more time indoors than out.
Please take into consideration as the day gets shorter and the nights become longer, this is the time for a mental check to keep your mind intact, your heart pure, and the body replenished with food that give us energy and can compensate the mind.
The Mind
In...
Please take into consideration as the day gets shorter and the nights become longer, this is the time for a mental check to keep your mind intact, your heart pure, and the body replenished with food that give us energy and can compensate the mind.
The Mind
In...
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth #humankind
#MentalHealth #humankind
360 reads
9 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
25th Feb 2023 9:37pm
25th Feb 2023 9:37pm
I Shot My Thingy Off
I'm just sowing a wild Cheeto,
in a string bikini
waltzing with Godzilla.
I shot my thingy off
with granny's spatula.
Granny said that
it was only a little anvil,
that an angel dropped on my head.
But it looks like a ski slope.
Do I look peculiar?
Will you be my Valentine,
and cut out paper hearts?
Ut Oh! I did a stinky.
I think I crapped a nappie again.
Send in the Depends
and a self-sealed envelope.
Excuse my macabre behavior
and chinny chin chin. ...
in a string bikini
waltzing with Godzilla.
I shot my thingy off
with granny's spatula.
Granny said that
it was only a little anvil,
that an angel dropped on my head.
But it looks like a ski slope.
Do I look peculiar?
Will you be my Valentine,
and cut out paper hearts?
Ut Oh! I did a stinky.
I think I crapped a nappie again.
Send in the Depends
and a self-sealed envelope.
Excuse my macabre behavior
and chinny chin chin. ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#ignorance
215 reads
2 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
12th Mar 2022 3:16am
12th Mar 2022 3:16am
Pain
Oh so many of them
She wears her colors
The colors spill
when she reaches for them
They are not pretty
only she thinks they are
Only she understands
how this all goes down
They all tell a story
and so it begins
It goes down cheerfully, painfully
like a razor, covered in a rainbow
Red is for her anger
for those that have hurt her deeply
Black is the (for) color of her soul
created by those that werent worthy
Yellow is the color of her smile
only...
She wears her colors
The colors spill
when she reaches for them
They are not pretty
only she thinks they are
Only she understands
how this all goes down
They all tell a story
and so it begins
It goes down cheerfully, painfully
like a razor, covered in a rainbow
Red is for her anger
for those that have hurt her deeply
Black is the (for) color of her soul
created by those that werent worthy
Yellow is the color of her smile
only...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#addiction
#hurt
602 reads
8 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
8th May 2023 9:00pm
8th May 2023 9:00pm
Tunnels
Having sunk to the bottom, to the trains,
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
#depression
#apathy
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#trains
505 reads
32 Comments
Inkplay
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 8:58am
16th Apr 2024 8:58am
Don't Let It Galvanize
The rhetoric of
your excuses
transposed a frailty of fortitude
to the disposition
of
decadent
distraction;
the embers of my soul
were ashen with the
magnanimous motives which
yours embarked
to destroy mine.
sweet lies from
vermilion lips fracturing asunder
the reality of
this bards’ quill….
Amethyst tears fall
to parchment;
the atomic dragon
poised upon zephyrs – the archetype
of a soul assassin,
cold and capricious.
the re-deciphering of ...
your excuses
transposed a frailty of fortitude
to the disposition
of
decadent
distraction;
the embers of my soul
were ashen with the
magnanimous motives which
yours embarked
to destroy mine.
sweet lies from
vermilion lips fracturing asunder
the reality of
this bards’ quill….
Amethyst tears fall
to parchment;
the atomic dragon
poised upon zephyrs – the archetype
of a soul assassin,
cold and capricious.
the re-deciphering of ...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness #relationships
#loneliness #relationships
48 reads
2 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
15th Jun 2020 11:44am
15th Jun 2020 11:44am
When demons come to call
When demons come to call
Always when you're by yourself, quite often late at night, when darkness is all around you and it seems a endless night
You feel a dark surround you, it wraps you in its cloak, suffering with depression, really is no joke
The pain of hurt crushes you, memories flood your brain, all the sadness turns to tears, you want to stop the pain
Tears roll down your face, you're hurt and all alone, even though you know theres help always on the phone
You pull the covers over you, you try to hide your head, anything to chase...
Always when you're by yourself, quite often late at night, when darkness is all around you and it seems a endless night
You feel a dark surround you, it wraps you in its cloak, suffering with depression, really is no joke
The pain of hurt crushes you, memories flood your brain, all the sadness turns to tears, you want to stop the pain
Tears roll down your face, you're hurt and all alone, even though you know theres help always on the phone
You pull the covers over you, you try to hide your head, anything to chase...
#depression
627 reads
6 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 8:39pm
7th Mar 2024 8:39pm
Predestined
In the atmosphere of autumn
blooms a quiet death.
The descend whispers,
listen through spoken secrecy of breaths.
The trauma torments optimism,
insulting an identity and crushing a belief.
Still, watch as hope persists
even in the face of ungodly grief.
The chill seeps in,
freezing the earth-shattering emotion.
Weighed down, fingers curled tightly to support,
as fear lurks in and the faith is in remotion.
The laughter is so murderous
it leaves peace unsatisfied.
Echoing small traces among the shadows
where it was...
blooms a quiet death.
The descend whispers,
listen through spoken secrecy of breaths.
The trauma torments optimism,
insulting an identity and crushing a belief.
Still, watch as hope persists
even in the face of ungodly grief.
The chill seeps in,
freezing the earth-shattering emotion.
Weighed down, fingers curled tightly to support,
as fear lurks in and the faith is in remotion.
The laughter is so murderous
it leaves peace unsatisfied.
Echoing small traces among the shadows
where it was...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#despair
33 reads
18 Comments
poeticdelight
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 6:59pm
17th Apr 2024 6:59pm
Between Sacred and Profane
i did mean to make you spill
If you are hurt, then you'll heal
Epicurean is a devilish will
There is too much left to enjoy
Away from flesh, lust and pill
What doesn't kill you
Gives you good health
what doesn't hurt you
Drags you in more filth
Spare false words
To a stormy day
And sow today
you shall reap someday
Leave your complains
On your dusty shelf
And be a man for once
The a stoic wolf, dies
Don't pity on your self
...
If you are hurt, then you'll heal
Epicurean is a devilish will
There is too much left to enjoy
Away from flesh, lust and pill
What doesn't kill you
Gives you good health
what doesn't hurt you
Drags you in more filth
Spare false words
To a stormy day
And sow today
you shall reap someday
Leave your complains
On your dusty shelf
And be a man for once
The a stoic wolf, dies
Don't pity on your self
...
#depression
#illness
#SelfHarm
50 reads
0 Comments
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