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.
Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
.Julia.
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:51pm
Yesterday 10:51pm
Empty Bed
From pigtails to ponytails
braids to buns
princess wishes to teenage dreams
plastic tiaras to prom dresses
skinned knees to scuffed hearts
From a little girl dancing in your shadow
to a young lady mourning a mothers love from a heart that still beat but was never to be seen
haunted by the empty space at the foot of the bed
where the ghost that diminished her worth sat in your place instead
You never warned her about boys like him
never convinced her she was too good for them
No wisdom wrapped warnings to reel in a wild...
braids to buns
princess wishes to teenage dreams
plastic tiaras to prom dresses
skinned knees to scuffed hearts
From a little girl dancing in your shadow
to a young lady mourning a mothers love from a heart that still beat but was never to be seen
haunted by the empty space at the foot of the bed
where the ghost that diminished her worth sat in your place instead
You never warned her about boys like him
never convinced her she was too good for them
No wisdom wrapped warnings to reel in a wild...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
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6 Comments
inechoingsilence
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 4:49pm
15th Jan 2021 4:49pm
Mausoleums
Memories in mourning shrouds, severed ties
touching lives, feather light leaving no mark
Forever is forever sworn, sacred oaths
born in deepest night always die in day’s light
Do no harm, leave no trace of my passing
Paths cross, merge in a heartbeat, separate
Impossible to remember every bright moment
your forgotten moments with me are final proof
I don’t remember until I walk over the grave of us
touching lives, feather light leaving no mark
Forever is forever sworn, sacred oaths
born in deepest night always die in day’s light
Do no harm, leave no trace of my passing
Paths cross, merge in a heartbeat, separate
Impossible to remember every bright moment
your forgotten moments with me are final proof
I don’t remember until I walk over the grave of us
#grief
#rejection
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
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3 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 10:41am
15th Jan 2021 10:41am
Fragile -
another day came in
finding me unaware
checking my pulse
stared for awhile
blinked
stared again
then
placed its order
for a late storm
waited
then
all that day
watched the rain
and continued
to stare at me
with less
interested eyes
still watching me
through my open
and wet window
how those raindrops
kept drowning me
and the storm
continued
and now the evening
stared at me
laughing
at my
solitude looks
the night ...
finding me unaware
checking my pulse
stared for awhile
blinked
stared again
then
placed its order
for a late storm
waited
then
all that day
watched the rain
and continued
to stare at me
with less
interested eyes
still watching me
through my open
and wet window
how those raindrops
kept drowning me
and the storm
continued
and now the evening
stared at me
laughing
at my
solitude looks
the night ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
21 reads
2 Comments
GP01
Gerardo P.
Gerardo P.
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 10:01am
15th Jan 2021 10:01am
Closed (London, 26th Dec, 2020)
Fear is an aphrodisiac.
My only fortress is to appear
madder and more dangerous than
them.
There is something obscene
about the willingness with which
we embrace horror while
holding on to an arrogant hope.
If the bomb didn't go off we
attribute it to Providence and
therefore, we can't be anything else
but divine.
Ah, humans!
Daredevils par excellence.
Professional stuntmen and women
writing down future prospects on a
Poundland diary.
How daring!
How...
My only fortress is to appear
madder and more dangerous than
them.
There is something obscene
about the willingness with which
we embrace horror while
holding on to an arrogant hope.
If the bomb didn't go off we
attribute it to Providence and
therefore, we can't be anything else
but divine.
Ah, humans!
Daredevils par excellence.
Professional stuntmen and women
writing down future prospects on a
Poundland diary.
How daring!
How...
#anger
#loneliness
#satirical
#despair
#pandemic
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2 Comments
hanagara
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 1:08am
15th Jan 2021 1:08am
about corona
It seems that the beginning was part of reflection and introspection,
I write this poem in a hurry. It's important.
No,
Draw the line correctly, respect the foolishness,
I can't see anything
Look at everything and look at it.
Anyway, I want to say
Crystals, crystals repel bacteria.
Everyone, hold it until the medicine comes out.
To have it.
You wouldn't dream of "opinions" popping out of poetry, but I'm telling the most important story.
I'll write this in a hurry, but it's important. ...
I write this poem in a hurry. It's important.
No,
Draw the line correctly, respect the foolishness,
I can't see anything
Look at everything and look at it.
Anyway, I want to say
Crystals, crystals repel bacteria.
Everyone, hold it until the medicine comes out.
To have it.
You wouldn't dream of "opinions" popping out of poetry, but I'm telling the most important story.
I'll write this in a hurry, but it's important. ...
#dark
#storm
#nature
#despair
#apathy
21 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Jan 2021 3:38pm
13th Jan 2021 3:38pm
Where Has The Boogie Gone
Of belly-aches and old men with gallstones. Slipping into the bile ducts. Playing their six-string git-fiddles, strung-out in detox. Listening to their catheter whistle like Johnny Cash. With no more boogie in their woogie.
My stones have seen the pleasures of the corn and the lard. Now making me squeal with both feet on the ground. Now in need of a Mason jar full of mama's homemade gin and a plate of fried green tomatoes. "Or! would I rather have catfish?"
My stones have seen the pleasures of the corn and the lard. Now making me squeal with both feet on the ground. Now in need of a Mason jar full of mama's homemade gin and a plate of fried green tomatoes. "Or! would I rather have catfish?"
#loneliness
#despair
#emptiness
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3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 5:06pm
12th Jan 2021 5:06pm
No Common Sense
Squeezing a tube of Neosporin, to dab on the boo-boo. Common sense doesn't apply when sniffing the cork of Heaven Hill. Waiting at a stoplight, behind the fuzz with bubblegum lights. While watching porn on the cell phone. Trying to free my penis from the zipper of my trousers. Squeezing a tube of Neosporin, but hitting an old lady in the cross-walk, who is in a wheelchair.
#greed
#despair
#denial #emptiness
#denial #emptiness
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12 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 9:33am
10th Jan 2021 9:33am
NEVER BORN (ARCHETYPE23 REVISITED)
NEVER BORN (ARCHETYPE23 REVISITED)
Death, you flirtatious whore
you promised to stifle desire, to extinguish the fire
through the impending ending
that only you can inspire
and yet you leave me alive
still dying inside
alone, never known,
on the living room floor
.....just wanting more....
Death, you fucking whore
...I WANT MORE...
Now discarded like a stillborn
thrown into a manger
tossed into unwanted arms
of an unwelcoming stranger
conceived and disbelieved
by an unlikely marriage
with an...
Death, you flirtatious whore
you promised to stifle desire, to extinguish the fire
through the impending ending
that only you can inspire
and yet you leave me alive
still dying inside
alone, never known,
on the living room floor
.....just wanting more....
Death, you fucking whore
...I WANT MORE...
Now discarded like a stillborn
thrown into a manger
tossed into unwanted arms
of an unwelcoming stranger
conceived and disbelieved
by an unlikely marriage
with an...
#regret
#loneliness
#shame #despair
#shame #despair
26 reads
3 Comments
Flowolf
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 3:35pm
9th Jan 2021 3:35pm
Wallowing In The Mire
Naive ventures bear loss and impede relevancy
As they bewilder true legitimacy with ineptitude
Lurking among the shadows of a weeping abyss
Consumed by an overrun state that won't mend
Unfit is this frailty to tackle many shallow ruins
Misplaced and delusive are these asinine ways
Unhinged nescience resorts to drastic measures
Overlooking the blindness of its own ineptitude
Compelled by an astigmatic, insolent callowness
A vagrant stupor of defamed candors lies numb
Lethargic to the comatose...
As they bewilder true legitimacy with ineptitude
Lurking among the shadows of a weeping abyss
Consumed by an overrun state that won't mend
Unfit is this frailty to tackle many shallow ruins
Misplaced and delusive are these asinine ways
Unhinged nescience resorts to drastic measures
Overlooking the blindness of its own ineptitude
Compelled by an astigmatic, insolent callowness
A vagrant stupor of defamed candors lies numb
Lethargic to the comatose...
#despair
#denial
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Crazontheinside
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 8:19pm
8th Jan 2021 8:19pm
Bittersweet
I am lost inside; a thought,
Aimlessly it wanders nowhere,
My life is one of suffering
Body and mind breaking apart.
Waiting, wishing; for different,
Standing at the edge of the cliff.
Waves come crashing on broken bones.
Is my reasoning enough?
Will I fall beneath the waves?
Or save me from my recklessness ...
Or will you turn the other way?”
People never die,
In the name of suicide.
They die from loneliness and sadness
Everyone should know that’s why.
No one knows my heartache,
It...
Aimlessly it wanders nowhere,
My life is one of suffering
Body and mind breaking apart.
Waiting, wishing; for different,
Standing at the edge of the cliff.
Waves come crashing on broken bones.
Is my reasoning enough?
Will I fall beneath the waves?
Or save me from my recklessness ...
Or will you turn the other way?”
People never die,
In the name of suicide.
They die from loneliness and sadness
Everyone should know that’s why.
No one knows my heartache,
It...
#anxiety
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#despair
45 reads
1 Comment
Ahrima
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 7:46pm
8th Jan 2021 7:46pm
Sleep and Death
It is the morning and I am up.
It has been weeks,
It has been months.
I feel tired and exhausted but my calmness is fading.
I don't think you quite understand,
What exactly I am debating.
Between violence or death oh which do I chose?
Between now and the spring,
I can not promise you which to do.
I have been searching and looking for rest, for sleep.
Everything coming to a halt
Maybe I am overreacting.
But I do not think I am and am rather quite pleased,
With both of the options,
Oh...
It has been weeks,
It has been months.
I feel tired and exhausted but my calmness is fading.
I don't think you quite understand,
What exactly I am debating.
Between violence or death oh which do I chose?
Between now and the spring,
I can not promise you which to do.
I have been searching and looking for rest, for sleep.
Everything coming to a halt
Maybe I am overreacting.
But I do not think I am and am rather quite pleased,
With both of the options,
Oh...
#death
#sleep
#despair
30 reads
4 Comments
Jadedembers
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 4:52pm
8th Jan 2021 4:52pm
Hollow Points
His auras held monsters. " - Richard Montanari
Hollow points litter the path as if they were breadcrumbs leading the way through the nightmares
The woods silent in suspense
Pregnant anticipation of terror
Hollowed out empathy a sanctuary
Rotting paradise hidden underneath a farse
A charming dellusion of grandiosity
Hollow points scattered like rose pedals on black satin sheets
It's deathly vows whispered cold against my skin
Unfocused gaze as pain racks my existence
He cherished the violence
It was the only...
Hollow points litter the path as if they were breadcrumbs leading the way through the nightmares
The woods silent in suspense
Pregnant anticipation of terror
Hollowed out empathy a sanctuary
Rotting paradise hidden underneath a farse
A charming dellusion of grandiosity
Hollow points scattered like rose pedals on black satin sheets
It's deathly vows whispered cold against my skin
Unfocused gaze as pain racks my existence
He cherished the violence
It was the only...
#anger
#heartbroken
#shame
#despair
#DomesticViolence
43 reads
4 Comments
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