Poems about Despair and Hopelessness
#despair
Poems about despair and hopelessness, poetry about when all hope has been abandoned. Poems about despair due to challenges in life, difficult relationship situations and grief. Emotional poems about losing hope.
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The Monster Who Never Was
Love,
empty words.
I'm the monster.
That child of rage.
Who thought it was easier to be
thrown away.
Than to be treated with kindness.
She was the devil.
The girl beyond redemption.
But there's that light at the top of the well.
And she's afraid,
She's afraid to let it in.
Because if she does,
She won't know what to do...
She won't know,
And she'll weep.
Dare she should show emotion,
That this time she won't be beat.
She won't be shown the fake mask.
But the real face.
The face
Buried...
empty words.
I'm the monster.
That child of rage.
Who thought it was easier to be
thrown away.
Than to be treated with kindness.
She was the devil.
The girl beyond redemption.
But there's that light at the top of the well.
And she's afraid,
She's afraid to let it in.
Because if she does,
She won't know what to do...
She won't know,
And she'll weep.
Dare she should show emotion,
That this time she won't be beat.
She won't be shown the fake mask.
But the real face.
The face
Buried...
#denial
#despair
#grief #shame
#grief #shame
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Cuts Begin to Itch
Through the echoes
I will be clear
Lead me to light
Or just leave me here
Through the tears
I will scream your name
If not in vain
Surely in rage
I've climbed this mountain
And spat from the peak
Looking down, there's nothing left
But the weak
Through the hours
I hear you echo
Loud and clearly
Through my head
Through the noise
I cut
Because you're not here
You're still dead
I've buried this before
Ghosts still find me
Scratching...
I will be clear
Lead me to light
Or just leave me here
Through the tears
I will scream your name
If not in vain
Surely in rage
I've climbed this mountain
And spat from the peak
Looking down, there's nothing left
But the weak
Through the hours
I hear you echo
Loud and clearly
Through my head
Through the noise
I cut
Because you're not here
You're still dead
I've buried this before
Ghosts still find me
Scratching...
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#loneliness
#sadness
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They don't know
They don’t know I’m packing pieces of my soul away,
Carefully folding each fragment of my heart.
They don’t see me creating distance,
So my absence will be less of a jagged start.
They don’t know how soon the end will come,
When I offer a final farewell masked in light.
They don’t understand that each goodbye
Is a silent prayer for a less painful night.
They don’t know I hide beneath a veil,
A facade of warmth that’s not truly mine.
They don’t know I’m kind because I crave
A touch of compassion, so...
Carefully folding each fragment of my heart.
They don’t see me creating distance,
So my absence will be less of a jagged start.
They don’t know how soon the end will come,
When I offer a final farewell masked in light.
They don’t understand that each goodbye
Is a silent prayer for a less painful night.
They don’t know I hide beneath a veil,
A facade of warmth that’s not truly mine.
They don’t know I’m kind because I crave
A touch of compassion, so...
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#sadness
#shame
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Ashes & Misdemeanors
Ashes and misdemeanor's wastelands
of shattered souls in the mind's debris
and sands of time through the hourglass
of hidden places and luxurious fragrances
in death's anonymity beyond infinity
listening to the raven's orthodox cello
without strings
of shattered souls in the mind's debris
and sands of time through the hourglass
of hidden places and luxurious fragrances
in death's anonymity beyond infinity
listening to the raven's orthodox cello
without strings
#dark
#denial
#despair
#emptiness
#gothic
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Shaddows in my Fall
I've been falling for since I can remember
Most people who drop from such heights would be flailing their arms and legs , screaming in fear
But I'm not afraid
I'm eerily calm
I don't even know what height this started
Now and then I see a branch to reach out to
Trying to catch some stability or slow down
Every time I feel I can get a grip
The branches slip
So I continue this decline down this seemingly dark abyss
I'm no longer afraid
I'm just waiting to reach the bottom
The anticipation is mocking me
But the solitude...
Most people who drop from such heights would be flailing their arms and legs , screaming in fear
But I'm not afraid
I'm eerily calm
I don't even know what height this started
Now and then I see a branch to reach out to
Trying to catch some stability or slow down
Every time I feel I can get a grip
The branches slip
So I continue this decline down this seemingly dark abyss
I'm no longer afraid
I'm just waiting to reach the bottom
The anticipation is mocking me
But the solitude...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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Piano Man
It is
Nine o’clock on a Saturday
And I’m staring a hole into the wall
Because my memories are being played
And they are sad
And sweet
And you passed away
Without a brush of an arm
A flicker of goodbye
And they say it’s better
To be drinking loneliness together
Than to be drinking alone
But how am I drinking carbonated razors
By myself
Without you to remind me
That I’m bleeding out
Sing me a song, StarBoy
Sing me a song tonight
I’m not in the mood for a melody
But I want to hear you ...
Nine o’clock on a Saturday
And I’m staring a hole into the wall
Because my memories are being played
And they are sad
And sweet
And you passed away
Without a brush of an arm
A flicker of goodbye
And they say it’s better
To be drinking loneliness together
Than to be drinking alone
But how am I drinking carbonated razors
By myself
Without you to remind me
That I’m bleeding out
Sing me a song, StarBoy
Sing me a song tonight
I’m not in the mood for a melody
But I want to hear you ...
#BestFriend
#despair
#love
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Fractured Walls
They tremble, trying to release the horror buried deep,
yet all they manage is a shudder, like a silent scream,
cracks disperse with every disarray, heralding collapse.
If only they could tear out my larynx, speak in my sleep
for I'm unable to utter the darkness we both witnessed,
voice out our eruption, before we crumble into ruins and demise.
Turn into ashes, together.
yet all they manage is a shudder, like a silent scream,
cracks disperse with every disarray, heralding collapse.
If only they could tear out my larynx, speak in my sleep
for I'm unable to utter the darkness we both witnessed,
voice out our eruption, before we crumble into ruins and demise.
Turn into ashes, together.
#dark
#despair
#weakness #sadness
#weakness #sadness
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Cold Dark Road
Last night I met up with my soul on a cold dark road
Fed up of me many many years ago
Any idea what it is to be dead like me?
Do you think you'd be able to feel when dead like me?
This morning I cut out my heart
Held it in my hands, wasn't functioning to well anyway
My body is decimated by disease & gloom
So hopeless, so tired, so lifeless
The ghosts I use to see don't scare me anymore
I'm one of them
My soul again departed on that cold dark road
Fed up of me many many years ago
Any idea what it is to be dead like me?
Do you think you'd be able to feel when dead like me?
This morning I cut out my heart
Held it in my hands, wasn't functioning to well anyway
My body is decimated by disease & gloom
So hopeless, so tired, so lifeless
The ghosts I use to see don't scare me anymore
I'm one of them
My soul again departed on that cold dark road
#dark
#despair
#loneliness
#rejection
#suffering
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Cracks
Spiders thread themselves in my life
They hide in dark places
Under blankets
Behind paintings
Inside dead pages
Between all the cracks breaking me
They hide in dark places
Under blankets
Behind paintings
Inside dead pages
Between all the cracks breaking me
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
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Like a Mummy
Like a mummy, remove my core,
desiccate me with natron to dry my depths,
so I stay composed, wrapped neatly with linen,
shielded with resin against scrutiny.
Kept in a tomb within my mind,
sleeping with waning remnants of my hopes,
meticulously crafted expectations,
beautifully decorated as hieroglyphs,
safeguarding my vulnerable, hollow corpse,
just like a mummy.
desiccate me with natron to dry my depths,
so I stay composed, wrapped neatly with linen,
shielded with resin against scrutiny.
Kept in a tomb within my mind,
sleeping with waning remnants of my hopes,
meticulously crafted expectations,
beautifully decorated as hieroglyphs,
safeguarding my vulnerable, hollow corpse,
just like a mummy.
#apathy
#despair
#emptiness
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Unknown
Have you ever wondered
What it would be like
If you weren’t even born
You would not even be
A dot scribbled anywhere
Or a number on anyone’s phone
Or remembered by those
Who love you or hate you
Or a name chiseled on a stone
Would they even stop
To tell you they miss you
Or is it the loss they morn
If you were a shadow
Cast on a silver wall
Or pain from a thorn
Would it make a difference
When in the end we are all
Born to live in the unknown
What it would be like
If you weren’t even born
You would not even be
A dot scribbled anywhere
Or a number on anyone’s phone
Or remembered by those
Who love you or hate you
Or a name chiseled on a stone
Would they even stop
To tell you they miss you
Or is it the loss they morn
If you were a shadow
Cast on a silver wall
Or pain from a thorn
Would it make a difference
When in the end we are all
Born to live in the unknown
#dark
#despair
#loneliness #silence
#loneliness #silence
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The Home of Nowhere
As I inhaled, her stars shifted and an ethos
once grasped so tightly crumbled into tiny
pieces of failure, on a whisper do your
dreams waft away as your soul lay dying
It’s on the wind, a bitter taste of acrid smoke
and the symphony created by the demons
wings, it becomes that lonely hum beneath
the streetlights, you are alone
If you see my face you are a sinner, your
salvation rests upon the the razor’s edge
of the executioner’s axe, but that fate is a
blessing, ‘‘tis worse to live as nothing
Look not for...
once grasped so tightly crumbled into tiny
pieces of failure, on a whisper do your
dreams waft away as your soul lay dying
It’s on the wind, a bitter taste of acrid smoke
and the symphony created by the demons
wings, it becomes that lonely hum beneath
the streetlights, you are alone
If you see my face you are a sinner, your
salvation rests upon the the razor’s edge
of the executioner’s axe, but that fate is a
blessing, ‘‘tis worse to live as nothing
Look not for...
#despair
#emptiness
#frustration
#grief
#regret
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DU Poetry : Poems about Despair and Hopelessness