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Grook Depression Poems | Grook Poems About Depression
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The joy of riding
where the small ones
have gone away
turns into nothing
at the big one
* 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
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2013
A tender kiss upon the brow
has precious little meaning now.
When fornication simply states
a need for pleasure without delay.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2014
don't you hear?
But they are silent,
They hold only my must
I'm just getting started,
Now dying by a sickness,
They can no long
My heart becomes cold,
And I no longer want
Another day of heart ache and
Days seem to pass,
Yet still stuck in da,
Moments that never last.
I blame it on the devil's past,
An evil plans to kill me dis fast.
Hidden secrets Beneath pure darkness
If I could correct it i would....
Yet you can't take back the
Things you've done... only fix who
You can become.
It's up too you...
Copyright © Chelsey D Moore | Year Posted 2014
The WORDS, the WORDS, are known to be,
So important a gift given...
Why can't they come from me?
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
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.
Copyright © NWANDO OBIANYOR | Year Posted 2007
Depression has taken over my life,
and I'm so tired I can't even put up a
So here I sit in the darkness of my
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
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
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
waiting patiently to escape this
Copyright © Joan McCue | Year Posted 2014
My job's a bore,
it pays some bills
and helps me buy
my sleeping pills.
It pays for female
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
when they are gone,
what will I do?
Some more Excedrin
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.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008