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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Bump Lump Pump
In the land of freedom
you're free to live or,
even better, leave or let
yourself be sent away.
Better not let yourself be bold.
Better not let yourself be cold.
Better not let yourself be in the fold.
Believe in yourself in being gold.
Better not let yourself be in hold.
Better not let yourself set in as mold.
Better not let yourself be sold.
Don't...
Believe what you've always been told.
In the land of freedom
you're just an alien that will
never reach the point of...
you're free to live or,
even better, leave or let
yourself be sent away.
Better not let yourself be bold.
Better not let yourself be cold.
Better not let yourself be in the fold.
Believe in yourself in being gold.
Better not let yourself be in hold.
Better not let yourself set in as mold.
Better not let yourself be sold.
Don't...
Believe what you've always been told.
In the land of freedom
you're just an alien that will
never reach the point of...
#despair
#disability
#emptiness
#nightmares
#violence
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EVENTIDE
Sky intro the STORM not willing to hide...Incoming tide, always pulls the unwanted in...EVENTIDE hues of dusk, not to trust. ENDING day, last of ENDING light of sight. Crawling on the otherside beanth of earth's belly of another kind of hell your shoes fill & fell upon. Paint strokes a crepuscular sky...Twilight maelstrom image...Darken visual depths...Dark holds such a abyss of discovery. Succumbing is the dimension of a sunset, well knowing it's place & time the universe has given the light of warmth. Fangs that punch the piercing swallowed taste of metallic red of blood, reign...
#bittersweet
#dark
#despair
#fear
#regret
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एक ही पल में हो गयी मेरी सल्तनत बे- रंग
वक़्त ने आकर जो कहा मुझे बर्बाद ना कर !
वक़्त ने आकर जो कहा मुझे बर्बाद ना कर !
#bittersweet
#despair
#disappointment #emptiness
#disappointment #emptiness
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peace in our time
Peace in our time
What can we say our hope for peace in Ukraine was declared, we are no longer sure if this is possible, the right words were spoken until someone mentioned the value of rich soil that had costly minerals within, and the talk of suffering humanity talk a pause, greed had entered the frame
Sure, we need troops to guard our ill-gotten treasures, friendly troops do you mind if there is a thing like friendly weaponized troops guarding
Earth treasure
While our leaders try to change the narrative to
tell us it is not about right or wrong but it is about...
What can we say our hope for peace in Ukraine was declared, we are no longer sure if this is possible, the right words were spoken until someone mentioned the value of rich soil that had costly minerals within, and the talk of suffering humanity talk a pause, greed had entered the frame
Sure, we need troops to guard our ill-gotten treasures, friendly troops do you mind if there is a thing like friendly weaponized troops guarding
Earth treasure
While our leaders try to change the narrative to
tell us it is not about right or wrong but it is about...
#anger
#anxiety
#despair
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fleeting romance
after Joe Bolton
we danced once back in ‘94
before the long waste of my life
you taking pity on me (I felt)
an abstruse friendless teenage boy
we waltzed across the Hounslow road
and out into the lights
and maybe you were trying to forget
what made those bruises on your arms
or trying to stall returning home
to parents you no longer loved
but in any case it is
my one warm thought of childhood
the two of us dancing
as fleeting as it was…
I don’t believe in afterlives
and lonely still...
we danced once back in ‘94
before the long waste of my life
you taking pity on me (I felt)
an abstruse friendless teenage boy
we waltzed across the Hounslow road
and out into the lights
and maybe you were trying to forget
what made those bruises on your arms
or trying to stall returning home
to parents you no longer loved
but in any case it is
my one warm thought of childhood
the two of us dancing
as fleeting as it was…
I don’t believe in afterlives
and lonely still...
#abuse
#despair
#love #memories
#love #memories
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The Rattlesnake Parable
He called me high tension.
As though the random violent outbursts.
Off my meds.
Weren't normal for me.
They say, get off em, you don't need them.
You're not crazy.
Then when I do the depression takes over.
And the delusions.
And the paranoia.
And the rage.
I impulsively lash out at everyone.
A danger to myself and other people.
A sheafed knife.
Tight water surface.
Chaotic and impulsive.
Reading the worst into what you're saying.
Any excuse for my euphoria.
When the hate takes over.
...
As though the random violent outbursts.
Off my meds.
Weren't normal for me.
They say, get off em, you don't need them.
You're not crazy.
Then when I do the depression takes over.
And the delusions.
And the paranoia.
And the rage.
I impulsively lash out at everyone.
A danger to myself and other people.
A sheafed knife.
Tight water surface.
Chaotic and impulsive.
Reading the worst into what you're saying.
Any excuse for my euphoria.
When the hate takes over.
...
#anger
#despair
#frustration
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Back to Clay
A flower has been moved out of a pot
where it was trapped in its soil,
to be settled in a garden,
free and boundless.
The flower can finally feel the tickles of the wind,
fluttering amidst the wide field’s frame,
where it can stretch out
without the enclosing walls of terra-cotta.
But what will become of the flower,
when it is being snatched from its heaven,
back to its origin,
back to clay?
where it was trapped in its soil,
to be settled in a garden,
free and boundless.
The flower can finally feel the tickles of the wind,
fluttering amidst the wide field’s frame,
where it can stretch out
without the enclosing walls of terra-cotta.
But what will become of the flower,
when it is being snatched from its heaven,
back to its origin,
back to clay?
#despair
#freedom
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Impossibility
Impossibility
I have always felt that I were strong.
My heart would be able to dismiss
the warmth once found within your arms.
The deliciousness of your sweet kiss.
I have always felt I do not need this.
I could turn my heart to stone
and that I would always make it
living a life all alone.
But every time you somehow sneak in
and I am with you if in dreams
and being with you life is better
than the way my life now seems.
Still I want to go back where I was
and re-build my wall,
it does not stay,...
I have always felt that I were strong.
My heart would be able to dismiss
the warmth once found within your arms.
The deliciousness of your sweet kiss.
I have always felt I do not need this.
I could turn my heart to stone
and that I would always make it
living a life all alone.
But every time you somehow sneak in
and I am with you if in dreams
and being with you life is better
than the way my life now seems.
Still I want to go back where I was
and re-build my wall,
it does not stay,...
#anxiety
#despair
#fear #love
#fear #love
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I run from gentle hands. II
I run from gentle hands
They pry you open
Examine every secret locked in your bones
They claim it's love, but you feel utterly exposed
I run from gentle hands
They say you'll only feel a pinch
As they slip, and your mouth is stitched
Gentle hands grip me harder than
Hard course hands I find sharp knives in
Gentle hands bind you, claiming you're too wild
These same gentle hands crucified the perfect child
I run from gentle hands
Because gentle hands don't gently understand
They pry you open
Examine every secret locked in your bones
They claim it's love, but you feel utterly exposed
I run from gentle hands
They say you'll only feel a pinch
As they slip, and your mouth is stitched
Gentle hands grip me harder than
Hard course hands I find sharp knives in
Gentle hands bind you, claiming you're too wild
These same gentle hands crucified the perfect child
I run from gentle hands
Because gentle hands don't gently understand
#abuse
#despair
#escape
#lies
#misunderstood
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No Title.
Never been good at breathing
Always felt like you've been drowning
When your arms are the dam to keep the flood waters from breaking
You take meds
But the meds won't fill that hole in your soul
You search for solace in the wrong hands
Stuff all that mess back in your chest
You tell yourself it's for the best
But it's like pumping your body full of lead
Weighing it down
To drown in the flood waters
Always felt like you've been drowning
When your arms are the dam to keep the flood waters from breaking
You take meds
But the meds won't fill that hole in your soul
You search for solace in the wrong hands
Stuff all that mess back in your chest
You tell yourself it's for the best
But it's like pumping your body full of lead
Weighing it down
To drown in the flood waters
#denial
#despair
#drugs
#emptiness
#grief
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I feel like I'm not appreciated- I am left notably irritated
I feel like I'm emotionally drained- I am left feeling alone and ashamed
I feel like nobody gives a shit- I am left wondering if I should just quit
I feel like I'm stuck in a terrain thats rough- I am left wondering if my life will always be this tough
I feel like I've been forgotten and rejected- I am left hating how I'm constantly tested
I feel like I'm starting to decay- I am left wondering why my life is going this way
I feel like trying would be a waste- I am left to feel like I'm a total...
I feel like I'm emotionally drained- I am left feeling alone and ashamed
I feel like nobody gives a shit- I am left wondering if I should just quit
I feel like I'm stuck in a terrain thats rough- I am left wondering if my life will always be this tough
I feel like I've been forgotten and rejected- I am left hating how I'm constantly tested
I feel like I'm starting to decay- I am left wondering why my life is going this way
I feel like trying would be a waste- I am left to feel like I'm a total...
#despair
#disappointment
#FeelingLost
#loneliness
#SelfWorth
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When we cry alone
There's those things that we just can't explain what it means, to have a peaceful life. YET how and why and what we find ourselves, involved in trying in creating that kind of a mental atmosphere, of peace and tranquility. Yet we find out what it will affect in trying to attempt, to learn how can we find that someone, who wants the same things for their own life. But yet in today's society some love, is not what it's suppose to be, if they are not willing to create a vision to see the true beauty of the dreams. THAT could be with someone who believes, in the beauty of their own personal...
#anger
#confusion
#dark
#despair
#heartbroken
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