Poems About Despair Seeking Friendly Advice
#despair
Poems about despair seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 6:47pm
16th Apr 2025 6:47pm
A Day in the Life
I read the news today – oh boy
They “put the ass in astronaut”.
Bald villain’s pointless promo ploy –
fake feminism – greed is hot.
Distraction from the bad and worse
(I read the news today – oh boy)
With every article I curse
the evil forces that destroy.
With lies and trickery employed
they keep the masses meek with fear.
I read the news today – oh boy!
Keep quiet or you’ll disappear.
And still I sit with pen, in vain;
I want to write of peace and joy
But then I derail my own train – ...
They “put the ass in astronaut”.
Bald villain’s pointless promo ploy –
fake feminism – greed is hot.
Distraction from the bad and worse
(I read the news today – oh boy)
With every article I curse
the evil forces that destroy.
With lies and trickery employed
they keep the masses meek with fear.
I read the news today – oh boy!
Keep quiet or you’ll disappear.
And still I sit with pen, in vain;
I want to write of peace and joy
But then I derail my own train – ...
#consumerism
#despair
#freedom #greed
#freedom #greed
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ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 4:59am
14th Apr 2025 4:59am
BRIDGES
I can almost understand why people leap from bridges,
Why they stand there, hearts heavy with fissures.
In a world that screams and shouts,
Yet never hears the whispers of despair that drown out.
The weight of silence is a killer,
A noose that tightens, makes the soul a thriller.
On the edge, they see it all:
The shattered dreams, the pain that stands so tall.
What’s it like to feel so hollow,
To search for hope in darkness, but only find sorrow?
They look down at the water, reflecting a void,
Each ripple a...
Why they stand there, hearts heavy with fissures.
In a world that screams and shouts,
Yet never hears the whispers of despair that drown out.
The weight of silence is a killer,
A noose that tightens, makes the soul a thriller.
On the edge, they see it all:
The shattered dreams, the pain that stands so tall.
What’s it like to feel so hollow,
To search for hope in darkness, but only find sorrow?
They look down at the water, reflecting a void,
Each ripple a...
#anxiety
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
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oskar
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 12:11pm
13th Apr 2025 12:11pm
the piano tuner
The piano tuner
there used to be a greengrocer on the ground floor
except for potatoes, there was not much call for
another vegetable, the shop closed a piano tuner rented
the space and partly white-washed the windows
he didn't like to be seen by passers-by
I sat on the gate into our yard pretending to be a cowboy
when he asked me to help him in the shop, yes, I was glad
to help got boring being a cowboy
He sat me on a piano stool, opened up my fly, began
playing with my innocent penis, with his right hand he
wanked himself, I...
there used to be a greengrocer on the ground floor
except for potatoes, there was not much call for
another vegetable, the shop closed a piano tuner rented
the space and partly white-washed the windows
he didn't like to be seen by passers-by
I sat on the gate into our yard pretending to be a cowboy
when he asked me to help him in the shop, yes, I was glad
to help got boring being a cowboy
He sat me on a piano stool, opened up my fly, began
playing with my innocent penis, with his right hand he
wanked himself, I...
#anger
#anxiety
#despair
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 4:46pm
10th Apr 2025 4:46pm
apathy
i have not
been buried
but i am
suffocating
i am silent
but the shadow
that used
to hear my scream
has gone away
he was the
only thing
in my words,
but the present
is passing
without him
the one
who used to
explain things
to me when
i was upset,
now doesn't
even think
of talking to me...
been buried
but i am
suffocating
i am silent
but the shadow
that used
to hear my scream
has gone away
he was the
only thing
in my words,
but the present
is passing
without him
the one
who used to
explain things
to me when
i was upset,
now doesn't
even think
of talking to me...
#apathy
#despair
113 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 6:55pm
8th Apr 2025 6:55pm
Broken Silk
Because why, or who
Have all my writings
Gone askew
Tunneled
Unhappy
Lost
All consuming
Soon
An appointment with destiny
Lies lurking
Hovering
Waiting
An re-enactment
In words
Echoes
Of unwanted memories
The past
Re-united with the present
Re-animated
Triggers that haunt
Pirouetting anxieties
As my butterfly wings
Are caught within a whirlwind
Of despair
As i am blown
Towards a spiders web
Then wrapped
In broken silk
by Jemia
Have all my writings
Gone askew
Tunneled
Unhappy
Lost
All consuming
Soon
An appointment with destiny
Lies lurking
Hovering
Waiting
An re-enactment
In words
Echoes
Of unwanted memories
The past
Re-united with the present
Re-animated
Triggers that haunt
Pirouetting anxieties
As my butterfly wings
Are caught within a whirlwind
Of despair
As i am blown
Towards a spiders web
Then wrapped
In broken silk
by Jemia
#anxiety
#despair
#LifeAsAWriter
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TellyLace88
I_Am_Her
I_Am_Her
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 4:31am
5th Apr 2025 4:31am
Untitled
Everybody keeps telling me it will get better
yet I am startng to doubt that it ever actually will
Every time I get back on my own 2 feet and do good
the drugs and toxicity pull me back in
I can never seem to get my fill
12 years sober
12 motherfucken years sober
And here I am, full circle
back in this nightmare, perforating my skin
Syringes full of poison that consumes me in the worst ways
Despite that, here I am as if I've forgotten the heartbreak of addiction
As if I've forgotten where I've been
Sober me and in recovery has this...
yet I am startng to doubt that it ever actually will
Every time I get back on my own 2 feet and do good
the drugs and toxicity pull me back in
I can never seem to get my fill
12 years sober
12 motherfucken years sober
And here I am, full circle
back in this nightmare, perforating my skin
Syringes full of poison that consumes me in the worst ways
Despite that, here I am as if I've forgotten the heartbreak of addiction
As if I've forgotten where I've been
Sober me and in recovery has this...
#acceptance
#addiction
#confessional #despair
#confessional #despair
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1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:37am
3rd Apr 2025 00:37am
no, Google, I'm not suicidal
I googled
"what to do
when you've given up
on life"
and it gave me a list
of suicide hotlines
and articles on positive
mental health practices
I didn't know how
to explain to a search engine
that I'm not suicidal
I'm not looking for that kind of exit
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I'm aimless
Everything feels pointless
I've hit the edge of depression
and kept going into the abyss
instead of pulling back
like I was supposed to
I scroll through the...
"what to do
when you've given up
on life"
and it gave me a list
of suicide hotlines
and articles on positive
mental health practices
I didn't know how
to explain to a search engine
that I'm not suicidal
I'm not looking for that kind of exit
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I'm aimless
Everything feels pointless
I've hit the edge of depression
and kept going into the abyss
instead of pulling back
like I was supposed to
I scroll through the...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness #MentalHealth
#emptiness #MentalHealth
108 reads
14 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:51am
1st Apr 2025 8:51am
we should have seen
we had it coming
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other. ...
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other. ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#denial
#despair
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0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 9:06pm
31st Mar 2025 9:06pm
The Town Decryer...
Picked up new specs No Speculation
Popped into a bar, or two
final destination plentiful
a platitude of postcards a'plenty
No signs of stalker Dark moon walker
I left postcards, poste haste
Aware of dangers i may face
But not watching, where i place my feet
Tripping over a curb, which did disturb
My lost equilibrium,now complete
As i fell upon my face, in disgrace
My new specs, literally then
Making an impression
By bruising, not cruising, my bridge
Pavement shrapnel
Imbedded into my hands
I felt...
Popped into a bar, or two
final destination plentiful
a platitude of postcards a'plenty
No signs of stalker Dark moon walker
I left postcards, poste haste
Aware of dangers i may face
But not watching, where i place my feet
Tripping over a curb, which did disturb
My lost equilibrium,now complete
As i fell upon my face, in disgrace
My new specs, literally then
Making an impression
By bruising, not cruising, my bridge
Pavement shrapnel
Imbedded into my hands
I felt...
#despair
#LifeAsAWriter
#transgender #TruthOfLife
#transgender #TruthOfLife
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elsiesan
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 1:13am
17th Mar 2025 1:13am
Tantalizing
Softly moving
Summer's breeze
Blowing through my crown
Skipping lightly over my skin
My body shudders
As the hairs on my body
Are electrified by a chill
That sneaked up on me.
I look around
I cannot see anyone
So I continue sauntering
Down the lane.
My lover comes to mind
For a moment...
I become lost in the thoughts
Of our affair
Of our non-affair, affair
Of how close we were
Of losing myself within
Of the pain and suffering
When a love affair becomes extinct.
I...
Summer's breeze
Blowing through my crown
Skipping lightly over my skin
My body shudders
As the hairs on my body
Are electrified by a chill
That sneaked up on me.
I look around
I cannot see anyone
So I continue sauntering
Down the lane.
My lover comes to mind
For a moment...
I become lost in the thoughts
Of our affair
Of our non-affair, affair
Of how close we were
Of losing myself within
Of the pain and suffering
When a love affair becomes extinct.
I...
#despair
#heartbroken
#relationships
#romantic
#sex
247 reads
3 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
The First Fragments...
I. The First Prayer
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 4:59am
7th Mar 2025 4:59am
A Hymn From the Hollow
I dreamed I was whole once—
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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