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Depression Grook Poems | Grook Poems About Depression

These Depression Grook poems are examples of Grook poems about Depression. These are the best examples of Depression Grook poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Potholes

Potholes

The joy of riding
where the small ones
have gone away
turns into nothing
at the big one
minutes  away.

* This is about the joy of riding on the  highway which has been recently repaired and re-laid, ridding it of its pits and potholes and the mortification of subsequently getting stopped by the traffic police  or by the less-than-civil  contract labor manning toll gates.

05 mar 13
Form: Grook ( A short aphoristic poem characterised by irony, paradox, brevity, sophisticated rhyme and often satiric in nature)

Contest: A Grook for all occasions


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WORDS





     The WORDS, the WORDS, are known to be,
     
     So important a gift given...
 
     Why can't they come from me?


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Debt

It was collected with deal
It backfired with glee
Refunding with pain
Casting away the gain
Sweats burrowed the furrows
To move,we borrowed the barrows
The barons gave the limit
The fire cackled in the pit
I am hot from pursue
I'm told I''ll be sued
Who will stand for me?
It is debt!
And I am incepted
And I am shamed
That's what debt does to all.


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Low Battery

My job's a bore, 
it pays some bills
and helps me buy 
my sleeping pills.
It pays for female
 hormones, too
and Prozac so 
I won't get blue.
It pays for pills 
I split in half
(the uppers I must
 make to last)
He only prescribed
me thirty-two  
when they are gone, 
what will I do?
Some more Excedrin
 with caffeine
to try and fuel 
this old machine.
They pay me just 
to sit and stare
at rhythms in 
the monitor's glare.
Most of the time, 
I'm doing nil.
I look forward to 
my sleeping pill.


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unfortunate hell

Depression has taken over my life,
and I'm so tired I can't even put up a 
fight.
So here I sit in the darkness of my 
mind,
alone, lost, somewhere in time.
I can smell the stench seeping 
through your pores,
It seems like a trip I've been on before.
I have nothing left to be happy about,
even if I did the happiness wouldn't 
come out.
I'm so sad I just wish I could smile,
then maybe I can pretend for a while.
I can't explain this sadness that's 
become a part of me,
even when I close my eyes that's all I 
see.
I have the material things but where 
are my friends?
It's like a nightmare that won't end.
I have nothing left inside my heart,
and even though I try I still fall apart.
I feel like I'm all alone in a big empty 
cell,
waiting patiently to escape this 
unfortunate hell.