Poems About Despair Seeking Honest Critique
#despair
Poems about despair seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Sage_6_paths_light
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:34pm
Yesterday 9:34pm
Unprecieved In the ominous woods
A collaboration of two old souls. Co author "Crimson"
the darkness beckons
and I come forth willingly, into the unknown
sensing something forbodeing, I draw back to the shadows
the trees are silent it's eerie
forsake the angels
it's a spell their under
I've always been friend to the trees
today they loom large
the forest smells of copper pennies
an unmistakable tang
withdrawing further, a tree warns
a madman is afoot
with wild eyes and smile that chills
my blood runs cold, as I catch...
the darkness beckons
and I come forth willingly, into the unknown
sensing something forbodeing, I draw back to the shadows
the trees are silent it's eerie
forsake the angels
it's a spell their under
I've always been friend to the trees
today they loom large
the forest smells of copper pennies
an unmistakable tang
withdrawing further, a tree warns
a madman is afoot
with wild eyes and smile that chills
my blood runs cold, as I catch...
#despair
#fear
#horror
24 reads
3 Comments
doriann_barrere
Dorian
Dorian
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:35pm
Yesterday 1:35pm
Gwynplaine's Sentiment
Amidst the fog-wrapped coasts of England’s sullen shore,
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester forged in...
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester forged in...
#denial
#despair
#frustration
#sadness
#shame
13 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:22am
Yesterday 10:22am
In Shadow Adorned
Beneath the silk, so black, so fine
A hollow husk doth lay in rest
No pulse, no breath, no sacred sign
But rot within its lifeless breast
The fabric clings, a mourner's veil
It whispers grief in shadowed seam
Yet hides the truth, so stark, so frail
A corpse that mocks the mourner's dream
Its folds like night, they shroud the stain
Of flesh decayed, of hope long fled
And yet the lie, through silk, doth reign
To mask the ruin of the dead
O mournful weave, thy beauty feigned
Thou canst not halt what death hath...
A hollow husk doth lay in rest
No pulse, no breath, no sacred sign
But rot within its lifeless breast
The fabric clings, a mourner's veil
It whispers grief in shadowed seam
Yet hides the truth, so stark, so frail
A corpse that mocks the mourner's dream
Its folds like night, they shroud the stain
Of flesh decayed, of hope long fled
And yet the lie, through silk, doth reign
To mask the ruin of the dead
O mournful weave, thy beauty feigned
Thou canst not halt what death hath...
#dark
#death
#despair
#graveyard
#shadows
26 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 10:50am
19th Nov 2024 10:50am
A Bright Future Lies Ahead
Mother & father
raising their son & daughter
growing them up just like you
their future floats dead in the water
raising their son & daughter
growing them up just like you
their future floats dead in the water
#children
#despair
#family #sadness
#family #sadness
29 reads
4 Comments
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 4:26am
19th Nov 2024 4:26am
The Struggle Within
Staring at the reflective mirror
My life is at an impasse
Decisions have never been clearer
My fists pounding on the glass
In pieces the mirror shatters
Broken like my thoughts unknown
Wondering if anything matters
Travelling in this world alone
Life is no longer worth living
I'm tired of the constant pain
My sins can never be forgiven
Lifes vicious cycle is insane
Contemplating the unimaginable
I grab a broken glass shard
Making deaths experience tangible
By escaping my memories...
My life is at an impasse
Decisions have never been clearer
My fists pounding on the glass
In pieces the mirror shatters
Broken like my thoughts unknown
Wondering if anything matters
Travelling in this world alone
Life is no longer worth living
I'm tired of the constant pain
My sins can never be forgiven
Lifes vicious cycle is insane
Contemplating the unimaginable
I grab a broken glass shard
Making deaths experience tangible
By escaping my memories...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
48 reads
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Helopolis
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 5:00am
18th Nov 2024 5:00am
You will be great
It's what you want
I'm disappearing
but you can't see that,
not at your distance
They're saying it was too quick
ribs showing
stomach inverted
skin hanging
but my collar bone is looking perfectly 90's
it's hard to not enjoy the discomfort
stress kills
loneliness kills
my hand is more deft
I'm glad my light is fading
I can drop the pretense of permissible par
I can surpass the darkness into disregard
I will be forgotten
and I am grateful
you will recover
and you will be great ...
I'm disappearing
but you can't see that,
not at your distance
They're saying it was too quick
ribs showing
stomach inverted
skin hanging
but my collar bone is looking perfectly 90's
it's hard to not enjoy the discomfort
stress kills
loneliness kills
my hand is more deft
I'm glad my light is fading
I can drop the pretense of permissible par
I can surpass the darkness into disregard
I will be forgotten
and I am grateful
you will recover
and you will be great ...
#despair
#disappointment
#grief #loneliness
#grief #loneliness
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moon_bather
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 4:21am
18th Nov 2024 4:21am
Goodbye
Problem is, I forgot how to sit still. Even when the tide is low and the wind subsides, I feel the need to consume…be it content, canna, alcohol, drama. Or just take the simple solution.
Can’t rest anymore. Can’t sleep without pills. Can’t function without amphetamines. Can’t learn without guidance. Can’t be comfortable in my own skin. Not comfortable with this mind.
I trust no one. Especially not myself.
Goodbye.
Can’t rest anymore. Can’t sleep without pills. Can’t function without amphetamines. Can’t learn without guidance. Can’t be comfortable in my own skin. Not comfortable with this mind.
I trust no one. Especially not myself.
Goodbye.
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#shame
55 reads
3 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 9:19am
15th Nov 2024 9:19am
The Chains of Silence
Bound by whispers, unseen threads intertwined,
Each link a choice, a shadowed design.
Freedom feigned, yet fetters remain,
Each step forward pulls backward in vain.
We are tethered, bound to the unseen,
Trapped in a dance that we did not choose,
The chains of shadow wrapped around our bones.
In the quiet chambers where spirits weep,
The languor of souls is not death, nor sleep.
A heavy drowse falls over the mind,
Dreamless they drift, through hours unkind,
Sluggish as rivers that time left behind.
We drift too, unaware of the...
Each link a choice, a shadowed design.
Freedom feigned, yet fetters remain,
Each step forward pulls backward in vain.
We are tethered, bound to the unseen,
Trapped in a dance that we did not choose,
The chains of shadow wrapped around our bones.
In the quiet chambers where spirits weep,
The languor of souls is not death, nor sleep.
A heavy drowse falls over the mind,
Dreamless they drift, through hours unkind,
Sluggish as rivers that time left behind.
We drift too, unaware of the...
#apathy
#despair
#lust
28 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 00:05am
14th Nov 2024 00:05am
his last night down the pub ..
the old bloke was last seen
in the kings arms
imploringly held out in front of
him there was nothing
in the kings arms
imploringly held out in front of
him there was nothing
#alcohol
#despair
#emptiness
38 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 00:17am
13th Nov 2024 00:17am
Big Mac
seems the old bloke in the café
didn’t die, he simply went to McDonald’s,
I don’t know why, but he was far too
embarrassed to come back ..
didn’t die, he simply went to McDonald’s,
I don’t know why, but he was far too
embarrassed to come back ..
#America
#despair
38 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 5:14pm
12th Nov 2024 5:14pm
Why have you forsaken me?
Dawn of our journey.
We found our path,
an embrace like a first station,
hope in every breath.
Together we walked facing fears
in the sacred spring.
The weight of the cross came
as doubt whispered in the wind.
Our love staggered under its heavy burden.
With each step, the road grew steeper,
yet, we bore the weight
through shared tears and laughter.
We stumbled and fell thrice
in moments of despair.
We rose, driven by the light in our eyes.
Giving strength to carry on and believe in us.
...
We found our path,
an embrace like a first station,
hope in every breath.
Together we walked facing fears
in the sacred spring.
The weight of the cross came
as doubt whispered in the wind.
Our love staggered under its heavy burden.
With each step, the road grew steeper,
yet, we bore the weight
through shared tears and laughter.
We stumbled and fell thrice
in moments of despair.
We rose, driven by the light in our eyes.
Giving strength to carry on and believe in us.
...
#despair
#lust
#passion
#rejection
#separation
66 reads
4 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 6:56am
12th Nov 2024 6:56am
Off of the Tint
See the reflection
Off of the tint
Bloody violence is the scene
Feeling Dakota in the big apple
One who walks among angels of music
Just laid down a new track
Watching the wheels spinning
As he gets into the limousine
Sittin beside him is his lady
No she didn’t break up the Beatles
She’s his companion
Through this twisted world
Skin on skin with baby Sean
Beautiful boy waiting upstairs
Pulls the handle steps out
He’s a gentleman so ...
Off of the tint
Bloody violence is the scene
Feeling Dakota in the big apple
One who walks among angels of music
Just laid down a new track
Watching the wheels spinning
As he gets into the limousine
Sittin beside him is his lady
No she didn’t break up the Beatles
She’s his companion
Through this twisted world
Skin on skin with baby Sean
Beautiful boy waiting upstairs
Pulls the handle steps out
He’s a gentleman so ...
#anger
#despair
#emptiness
#GunControl
#murder
50 reads
2 Comments
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