Despondency Poems - Poems about Despondency

...Written: May 09, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A diaphanous shroud on my cranium. It's worn down to the cram It's a reprieve from my madness. & now I clench my ......Read the rest...

...(prelude) the buzzing of the evening insects presage evil ! here are black wolves ! here are ghosts and fiends and here are blackest of demons ! and black be the murk ton......Read the rest...

...A lady in a Victorian dress, Next to an old printing press. Within a gloomy writing lair, Falling down the abyss of despair. I can see the tempest in her heart, It’s like a wild museum of art.......Read the rest...

...Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery, While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea. "Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie, But AI forges kingdoms, in ephemeral memor......Read the rest...

... Series of scattered suffused sufferings sprouting from shocks, stress and strain appearing off and on in agitated brain sometimes igniting anger ......Read the rest...

...Line of inquiry: “Yes, I affirm, I have seen God But He appeared and then disappeared This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared”......Read the rest...

... FINALLY Finally my blood started to coagulate My strong will- power succeeded to regulate Sudden shock pushed me to merge in mud of sorrow. Couldn't control my pain ......Read the rest...

...Grace colors life in hues of inspiration, falls soft on the night, with music of acceptance. It sighs joy through the kindness, peace through the silence, echoes the melody of beauty as it invites......Read the rest...

... EMPTINESS Emptiness encircling and encompassing me , sinking in melancholy and despondency. ......Read the rest...

... It Started With A Blank Canvas Blank canvas of my mind was open from very childhood, since my consciousness was ready to draw and paint. I started to use that blank canvas......Read the rest...

... The desolate wasteland of destitute deprivation, traversed in tortuous trail by my jagged life, trying relentless so long, so very hard, to flatten out anguished angularities of......Read the rest...

...UNDERBELLIES What underbelly is this containing quiet grasping greed for my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ? What underbelly is this that deciphers my Heart thro......Read the rest...

...You are everything I have got You are always on my mind Your beautiful face lulls me to sleep nightly And rescues me mightily From terrible nightmares And so I can embrace the world Every......Read the rest...

...all the stuff going on that motel was heating up but the locksmith didn't speak Irish too well & besides he got drunk & robbed the wrong merry-go-round anyway... Sigh Banal as it might seem, it's ......Read the rest...

...Fertile spot on timeless sands, Life on parched lands, The existent surrounded by the non-existent, The living in the shrivelled. Jewel in the gloom, Hope in despondency room, The thirsty is ......Read the rest...