Long Poems About Despair
#despair
Long poems about despair. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:10am
Yesterday 8:10am
Game Over
Well as luck would have it I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette and see someone done stole my red Bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss from this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
that final little fine line
That intertwined into a bind being confined becoming blind
Lost in my mind lost track of time
Never to find the signs...
It could be raining titties and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette and see someone done stole my red Bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss from this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
that final little fine line
That intertwined into a bind being confined becoming blind
Lost in my mind lost track of time
Never to find the signs...
#dark
#despair
#drugs
#fate
#luck
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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Nvmb
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 00:11am
21st Jan 2025 00:11am
Ashes In My Lungs
I fell to the edge, thought I’d disappear,
But I woke to the sound of my hollow fear.
The void let me stay, didn’t set me free,
Now I’m chained to the ghost of who I used to be.
The mirror’s a stranger, the scars don’t fade,
Every breath feels like a mistake I made.
I can’t find the fire, I can’t feel the pain,
Just this aching silence screaming in my veins.
Ashes in my lungs, I’m choking on the air,
A heartbeat without meaning, a body I can’t bear.
I tried to run, but the weight won’t go,
Now I’m lost in a life I don’t want...
But I woke to the sound of my hollow fear.
The void let me stay, didn’t set me free,
Now I’m chained to the ghost of who I used to be.
The mirror’s a stranger, the scars don’t fade,
Every breath feels like a mistake I made.
I can’t find the fire, I can’t feel the pain,
Just this aching silence screaming in my veins.
Ashes in my lungs, I’m choking on the air,
A heartbeat without meaning, a body I can’t bear.
I tried to run, but the weight won’t go,
Now I’m lost in a life I don’t want...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
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Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 2:49pm
13th Jan 2025 2:49pm
Echoes from Mordor
Ease my pains please Supremo..
Little girl if you read this hold a portrait on your wall of me the size jumbo..
Inside my condor making juice of an avocado..
Whoever sees me!
All they can say is;
Bravo!
I barely spent the night in Colorado
Seeking answers while been a Desperado..
When all is said and done..
I lay in bed in my condor doing El-Dorado
Lord, I beg you don't let me remain in Jail 'o.
Even though am sitting quietly playing a cello
I can hear you keep on calling and waving hello ...
Little girl if you read this hold a portrait on your wall of me the size jumbo..
Inside my condor making juice of an avocado..
Whoever sees me!
All they can say is;
Bravo!
I barely spent the night in Colorado
Seeking answers while been a Desperado..
When all is said and done..
I lay in bed in my condor doing El-Dorado
Lord, I beg you don't let me remain in Jail 'o.
Even though am sitting quietly playing a cello
I can hear you keep on calling and waving hello ...
#despair
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 10:49am
13th Jan 2025 10:49am
Ocean Blue Dreams
There is a figure I sometimes see in my dreams.
With blue eyes,ocean screens.
Sometimes, I meet him in my dreamscape.
Something like an escape.
From reality,cheapskate.
And when I am with him,it feels like fate.
If only I could transport to that realm as I please.
He would be real.
He would be by my side,and ask me how I feel.
His identity is unknown.
But to me,he's an old friend.
I don't see him often.
But we manage to make amends.
Like the time we went on a vacation far away.
Or the time we got...
With blue eyes,ocean screens.
Sometimes, I meet him in my dreamscape.
Something like an escape.
From reality,cheapskate.
And when I am with him,it feels like fate.
If only I could transport to that realm as I please.
He would be real.
He would be by my side,and ask me how I feel.
His identity is unknown.
But to me,he's an old friend.
I don't see him often.
But we manage to make amends.
Like the time we went on a vacation far away.
Or the time we got...
#despair
#FallingInLove
#hope
#love
#sadness
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 10:49am
9th Jan 2025 10:49am
I Don't Know
I don't know if it's just the way I feel.
The way I have been,or slowly heal.
I don't know if it's something I have seen.
But sometimes,I wish for something I've never been.
Yearning to feel those memories once more.
I don't know if I just fell on the floor.
Or if I had t actually walk out the door.
Maybe it's something I drank or ate.
Maybe it's destiny or fate.
I don't know if I ate something wrong.
But I feel broken like a love song.
I don't see if it's something I drank.
I want to be frank,not blank. ...
The way I have been,or slowly heal.
I don't know if it's something I have seen.
But sometimes,I wish for something I've never been.
Yearning to feel those memories once more.
I don't know if I just fell on the floor.
Or if I had t actually walk out the door.
Maybe it's something I drank or ate.
Maybe it's destiny or fate.
I don't know if I ate something wrong.
But I feel broken like a love song.
I don't see if it's something I drank.
I want to be frank,not blank. ...
#despair
#hope
#motivational #sadness
#motivational #sadness
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SommersWill
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 11:18am
2nd Jan 2025 11:18am
Ever Year Is A Piece Of Shit
The faded yellow light of the room bears relentlessly down on me in the last minutes of the year. The soft greys and blacks of my desktop's dark mode seem like a good - but not perfect - metaphor for the colors with which I've painted my life for years now. And just as I'm cooling off from another frustrating and utterly pointless game in which I can barely achieve anything above average, I realize once again just how much I hate everything.
I would blame it all on the year before, or on the year before that. I'm trying to pinpoint a moment when the crisis began - when the boulder...
I would blame it all on the year before, or on the year before that. I'm trying to pinpoint a moment when the crisis began - when the boulder...
#depression
#despair
#humankind
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Academic
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 8:56pm
18th Dec 2024 8:56pm
Loonies still complaining about the colour of obviously fictional cartoon characters!
By Stanley Collymore
It's a shame the same consideration
isn't give to the history nonsense
taught in a rather widespread
fashion within white Western organized and
obviously run schools, all of them depicting
all Black people as essentially slaves, while
pushing European features as the standard
of beauty. How do these clearly, discernibly
ingrained morons, suppose little Black kids
feel, being systematically told, that nothing beautiful or even vaguely so, does or really, ...
It's a shame the same consideration
isn't give to the history nonsense
taught in a rather widespread
fashion within white Western organized and
obviously run schools, all of them depicting
all Black people as essentially slaves, while
pushing European features as the standard
of beauty. How do these clearly, discernibly
ingrained morons, suppose little Black kids
feel, being systematically told, that nothing beautiful or even vaguely so, does or really, ...
#denial
#despair
#emptiness
#frustration
#hate
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:06pm
12th Dec 2024 3:06pm
Why not be honest
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️. For sure I would like to tell a real life story of the deepness, that does happen sometimes in life. 🙏 For sure what I have to say will really blow your mind. 🧠 FOR sure let the story teller begin, now sit back and try to understand 🤨wholeheartedly what I'm about to say to you 🤔 There will come a time in each of our lives, something will have a profound affect upon you in ways, that you will never truly understand or imagine. 🤨 Now let's begin from the beginning...
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingLost
#sadness
#secrets
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Betty
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 2:05am
9th Dec 2024 2:05am
Dying of thirst in my empty Kool-Aid pitcher
Men have begged
for my love
women too,
and I gave it
to him
as easily
as blowing the
fuzz off
a dandelion
and I asked him to
keep me safe
from the head games
I play with myself
Long story short:
He said no.
So I’m drinking a lot.
He said no.
And I want to know what
the actual fuck is
socially wrong
in having
an
inbox
just
for
one
It's like being surrounded
by desperation-fueled
soul-desiccation,
where the...
for my love
women too,
and I gave it
to him
as easily
as blowing the
fuzz off
a dandelion
and I asked him to
keep me safe
from the head games
I play with myself
Long story short:
He said no.
So I’m drinking a lot.
He said no.
And I want to know what
the actual fuck is
socially wrong
in having
an
inbox
just
for
one
It's like being surrounded
by desperation-fueled
soul-desiccation,
where the...
#breakup
#despair
#emptiness #heartbroken
#emptiness #heartbroken
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:31pm
29th Nov 2024 1:31pm
Pound Of Flesh
Off to a tropical paradise
For a long overdue vacation
When a malfunctioning device
Affected the planes aviation
The pilot losing all control
The plane started going down
Passengers searching for their soul
Exploding fire, burning the ground
The only survivors of the flight
A young mother and her teenage son
Rummaging wreckage, the midst of night
Their tribulations have just begun
...
For a long overdue vacation
When a malfunctioning device
Affected the planes aviation
The pilot losing all control
The plane started going down
Passengers searching for their soul
Exploding fire, burning the ground
The only survivors of the flight
A young mother and her teenage son
Rummaging wreckage, the midst of night
Their tribulations have just begun
...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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doriann_barrere
Dorian
Dorian
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 1:35pm
20th Nov 2024 1:35pm
Gwynplaine's Sentiment
Amidst the fog-wrapped coasts of France'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...
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...
#denial
#despair
#frustration
#sadness
#shame
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