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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CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 1:52am
4th Feb 2025 1:52am
I am not dreaming anymore at night
I am not dreaming anymore
At night
Because there are
Nothing left for me to dream
At the moment
And that is the truth
When I sleep at night I sleep
Like a log
I never get up in the middle of the night
I also hear myself breathing nonstop
I need to get 8 hours of sleep
I can't function without sleep
My father
When I wake up in the morning
I am always waking up tired
My dear God
I would love to go back to bed
And sleep a few hours
But if I do that I won't sleep at night
Also, I am not a morning person...
At night
Because there are
Nothing left for me to dream
At the moment
And that is the truth
When I sleep at night I sleep
Like a log
I never get up in the middle of the night
I also hear myself breathing nonstop
I need to get 8 hours of sleep
I can't function without sleep
My father
When I wake up in the morning
I am always waking up tired
My dear God
I would love to go back to bed
And sleep a few hours
But if I do that I won't sleep at night
Also, I am not a morning person...
#anxiety
#denial
#despair
#heartbroken
#jealousy
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NP_NP
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 1:20pm
3rd Feb 2025 1:20pm
Passing By
I crawl into bed with my madness, Screaming in agony, pleading to the skies, "Speak to God— Beg him to halt my trials, To ease this weight I carry in the dark."
I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."
Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for for love...
I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."
Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for for love...
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 4:47am
3rd Feb 2025 4:47am
The Doomsday Clock
Time once thought to be infinite
Now 89 seconds from midnight
Lifes design rather intricate
A story we can not rewrite
Everything's taken for granted
Approaching castrophic destruction
Reaping the seeds we planted
Feeding the greed of corruption
Global challenges like climate change
Warned by atomic scientists
Common sense is now estranged
As existential threats exist
Lies spread and government dissension
Narratives to keep us suppressed
Global...
Now 89 seconds from midnight
Lifes design rather intricate
A story we can not rewrite
Everything's taken for granted
Approaching castrophic destruction
Reaping the seeds we planted
Feeding the greed of corruption
Global challenges like climate change
Warned by atomic scientists
Common sense is now estranged
As existential threats exist
Lies spread and government dissension
Narratives to keep us suppressed
Global...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:49pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:49pm
Tithing
The day is quietly opening.
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
#despair
#God
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 3:08am
2nd Feb 2025 3:08am
M-F
Another day dawns
And I'm propped up
Like a pale corpse
To lead charge into battle
Pushed and berated on
A beast of burden
With no reprieve
From bound shackles
Sent home a shell
To my loves
A broken boned
Fading soul
And I'm propped up
Like a pale corpse
To lead charge into battle
Pushed and berated on
A beast of burden
With no reprieve
From bound shackles
Sent home a shell
To my loves
A broken boned
Fading soul
#apathy
#despair
#frustration
#hate
#regret
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
1st Feb 2025 8:13pm
Mementoes
Already, the day is slow. Tired.
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
The plastic tarp
yawning on the fence.
My eyes are dry
from crying, from seeing
too much and too little.
Even the wind is sobbing, somewhere.
Softly. Branches hang suspended
like a doll's limbs
from the railing.
My daughter bends towards me
in the doorway. Kisses me
on the head, smelling of sadness,
of perfume and vodka.
I am scared
and tiny and broken,
and completely unworthy.
But my love for her, like a cup,
threatens to spill...
#despair
#love
#mother #motherhood
#mother #motherhood
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 4:03pm
1st Feb 2025 4:03pm
The Divorce
When it happened, I was very angry and I was also stunned.
My wife filed for a divorce just because Donald Trump won.
My wife is smart, sophisticated and she's also very pretty.
But I learned that she's also superficial, shallow and petty.
My mother always told me to appreciate what I've got.
But if you're wondering if I still appreciate my wife, I sure as hell do not.
When she broke my heart, she didn't even feel remorse.
After seventeen years of marriage, she filed for a divorce.
I begged her not to leave but she packed her bags and walked out the...
My wife filed for a divorce just because Donald Trump won.
My wife is smart, sophisticated and she's also very pretty.
But I learned that she's also superficial, shallow and petty.
My mother always told me to appreciate what I've got.
But if you're wondering if I still appreciate my wife, I sure as hell do not.
When she broke my heart, she didn't even feel remorse.
After seventeen years of marriage, she filed for a divorce.
I begged her not to leave but she packed her bags and walked out the...
#breakup
#despair
#marriage #sadness
#marriage #sadness
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PunkPoe
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 10:45am
1st Feb 2025 10:45am
Grant a Wish
"Grant a Wish"
This life plowed me like a mack truck
But frankly my dear I don't give a fukk
I'm no survivor I'm a goddamn warrior
To brutality & misery I'm no foreigner
Bring it on BIG brother of despair
I can take what you give in pairs
I have no fear of fire & brimstone
Look inside a soul brightly shone
You think you can plague me like Job?
Your sorry ass will swing by the rope
Think my knees have fell down to pray?
Mark it on your calendar that'll be the day
Confession...
This life plowed me like a mack truck
But frankly my dear I don't give a fukk
I'm no survivor I'm a goddamn warrior
To brutality & misery I'm no foreigner
Bring it on BIG brother of despair
I can take what you give in pairs
I have no fear of fire & brimstone
Look inside a soul brightly shone
You think you can plague me like Job?
Your sorry ass will swing by the rope
Think my knees have fell down to pray?
Mark it on your calendar that'll be the day
Confession...
#dark
#death
#despair
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zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
1st Feb 2025 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
109 reads
4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 3:17pm
31st Jan 2025 3:17pm
The NO Sign
Tired
is telling yourself no
but knowing you have to say yes
and so you carry on
Exhausted
is hearing the word NO
screaming at you
but turning down the volume
carrying on your duties
ignoring the shouting
though you hear it
every minute
of every day
Beyond exhausted
is tripping over the word NO
bruising yourself all over
getting up,
carrying on your daily routine
Running head first
into the NO sign
as it smashes you in the face
breaking your nose
and bloodying your mouth ...
is telling yourself no
but knowing you have to say yes
and so you carry on
Exhausted
is hearing the word NO
screaming at you
but turning down the volume
carrying on your duties
ignoring the shouting
though you hear it
every minute
of every day
Beyond exhausted
is tripping over the word NO
bruising yourself all over
getting up,
carrying on your daily routine
Running head first
into the NO sign
as it smashes you in the face
breaking your nose
and bloodying your mouth ...
#anxiety
#despair
#FeelingLost
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Glaxian
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 2:11am
31st Jan 2025 2:11am
Hope's fires
The fires burn on the Santa Ana
It was inevitable in the night
Like a stranger in a bandanna
Bringing nature to the fight
There is no justice in the wind
Broken glass and bloody peril
Plans can break and will can bend
Chaos singing out natures carol
Uncertainty brightly riding the wind
Can you feel the future coming down
It was inevitable in the night
Like a stranger in a bandanna
Bringing nature to the fight
There is no justice in the wind
Broken glass and bloody peril
Plans can break and will can bend
Chaos singing out natures carol
Uncertainty brightly riding the wind
Can you feel the future coming down
#anxiety
#despair
#disappointment #fear
#disappointment #fear
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chihiro_angel
geeeeel.crp
geeeeel.crp
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 4:07pm
30th Jan 2025 4:07pm
The Prison Beneath the Skin
I pity the spiders forced to fight,
torn from their webs, thrown into battles
they never chose, their fragile legs grasping at life
while other hands decide their own fate.
I was never fond of them, and I never will be,
but fear does not blind me to their suffering.
They do not seek harm, only survival,
yet they are crushed beneath thoughtless hands.
But deeper still is the sorrow I feel
for birds who have never touched the sky.
Trapped behind cold metal bars,
they sing songs of longing, not knowing why. ...
torn from their webs, thrown into battles
they never chose, their fragile legs grasping at life
while other hands decide their own fate.
I was never fond of them, and I never will be,
but fear does not blind me to their suffering.
They do not seek harm, only survival,
yet they are crushed beneath thoughtless hands.
But deeper still is the sorrow I feel
for birds who have never touched the sky.
Trapped behind cold metal bars,
they sing songs of longing, not knowing why. ...
#despair
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