I am a coward with open sores.
I write and wonder who it bores.
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly.
I see others carrying out my dreams;
that’s what’s defeated me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way.
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say...
I worry the world will leave me.
I cry because no one believes in me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I understand nothing comes easy.
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me.
I dream I am healed and brave.
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave.
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours.
I am a coward with open sores.
© 2011 ~JSLaM
* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011
* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011
* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
Depression, it’s not just in your head,
Enslaving your soul, “I’d be better off dead.”
Poisoning your attitude
Retarding your mood.
Solitude replaces laughter,
Sailing out into the sea of tears,
In my head, I scream, but no one cares,
On and on I scream, no one hears,
Not a soul, my pleas fall on deaf ears.
Copyright © Samual Ronthorpe | Year Posted 2011
L-iving in a world of vast
souls formed from
another voided world,
E-ntering thru portals
from their world to earth.
O-ozing spetacular smell
and wail when the chips
N-urtured from cradle to
entity with a new world
O-rganizes oneself for the
task ahead,passing thru
hurdles of life unabased
R-eaps the fruit of labor
with joy or heavy heart.
A-ge sets in,mission
accomplished or not will
dawn on the entity.
I-n retrospect,he thinks
about his childhood and
how life was to him.
L-iving in confidence or
shame,he bows his head
in victory or defeat.
O-nly the taste of time
will tell the durability of
V-oid of preference the
aim result bears the
foundation for his lineage.
E-njoyment or lack lies
with the works of the
man,for there is no food
for the slothful.
Y-oung ones,a stitch in
time saves nine,make
haste while the sun
O-iling your lamb always
like the ten virgins is the
key to success.
U-rging you to shun peer
pressure and focus on
the course marked out
for you by fate,so a
fulfilled life you shall live.
An acrostic for you
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
E_ emotinal outburst
M_ mentally decompensated
E_ emtionally driven
R_ room 21
E_ enter the white coat
N_ nurse with pills
C_ Cody already passed out asleep
Y_ youthful love gone bad
R_ restraint bed
O_ open door _guards
O_ opportunity for change
M_ mental health gone bad~tragic
(Spent the day at the emergency
room with Cody..They sent him
to a crisis center...Here we go
again with mental health visits
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?
Copyright © Ashley Ho | Year Posted 2012
The ambient glow of the fireplace becomes hypnotic.
Home alone, always, without true love to snuggle me.
Each of many pains of night makes my mind neurotic.
Pathetic it may seem for a young and beautiful girl.
Alone again after years of searching; life becomes a whirl.
Incessant longing gnaws away at self-control.
Night brings its darkness to the weariness of my soul.
Satan takes a grip upon my sanity; I am no longer whole.
Oh, that I could find true love and live a life of joy.
Forever, I live searching, only to be someone’s toy.
Night without you, my true love, is a lonely curse.
If only I could find you, whoever you are, wherever you are.
Grateful love, come; I beg you and quench my thirst.
Heaven is but a thought away…as is suicide.
Touch me with your warmth; Save me and let love abide.
Where is the dream that I dreamt as a child.
I never knew that the world could be so wild.
Today is just one step in eternity, but forever alone.
How can I face another day; I know not!
Over and over the thoughts circulate in my mind.
Utter self-destructions seeming the only solution.
Then, I fear the great and dreadful consequence.
To live eternity alone would be unbearable.
Reality visits at the break of dawn, briefly.
Underneath these fancy clothes lies a broken heart.
Each day takes me to a new horizon…until night.
Loneliness tortures me; at dark I am immobile.
Oh, the pains of night without true love destroy.
Vitality sinks into Satan’s sullen ship; sips sorrows.
Everything seems lost, but I pray for true love, tomorrow.
Copyright March 8, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Pain of Night
Sponsored by Tammy Reams
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015
Emotional scars that never heal
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2010
All too soon the colorful spectacular disappears.
Under the soggy leaves, lies the dormant grass.
Too soon the blue skies have turned to grey.
United is the wind with cold.
Memories of summer slowly fade away.
Now we will wait for the snow.
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
Pretty pink pansies soothe searing souls; seek them; take walks.
Offerings of friendship to another can distract depressive thoughts; open your heart.
Evoking visions of amusing moments, absorb melancholy; envision funny times.
Talk about something else, like tantalizing taste buds, instead of tumbling into misery.
Depression debilitates, destroys, discourages, and devours; design a pleasure plan.
Escape the misery; elevate merriment with music; sing and dance.
Serenity takes practice; so get started; find a serene spot in a garden; watch for sparkles.
Take time to pamper yourself; go to the spa or read a good book; relish positives.
Relax at home or sit in a mall and watch the world go by; DO NOT SHOP!
Overspending can lead to deeper depression; develop internal joys one thought at a time.
Yesterday is gone. So, forget about it. Today is a new day; make a fresh start.
Everything has a time and a season; trusting in God can help with anticipation anxiety.
Remember to grow and learn from every life experience both positive and negative.
After all, we are privileged to be on Earth where we can learn and grow, each day.
Never give up on yourself, no matter what; forgive yourself for mistakes; stay strong.
Determine to succeed at gladness; replace sad thoughts with happy ones…intentionally.
Demons can creep into one’s life; be sure to replace them with Heavenly hosts;
Enrich your soul with scripture study and silent prayers; find fellowship.
“Pretty is as pretty does,” was a common saying back in the day; see your prettiness.
Remember that raindrops refresh all living things; let some fall on your face.
Exuberantly laugh as the wetness drips onto your tongue; breathe deeply, slowly.
Sunshine follows the rain both in nature and in life. Remember, depression will pass.
Seek your own path; one that holds your happiness, stay on that path, strongly.
Individual self-worth is a way of thinking; pick positive worthy people for friends.
Overcome depression one day at a time, one thought at a time, effervescently.
Now is the time to embark on your happy future, feel better soon…lovingly.
December 9, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Fighting Depression (poems for PD)
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014
M oment by moment the hours tick by,
I n each one I wonder and ask myself why,
S ince you have left me I feel so alone,
S o utterly empty when I should have known,
I nviting you into my heart wasn#t wise,
N ot when I knew you had other ties,
G one now the laughter of warm Summer days,
Y ou took them all with you, not wanting to stay.
O nly you coulld get under my skin like you did.
U ntil you came along I was just a big kid.
T hen I met you and everything changed,
E xcept for the fact that you were estranged,
R ecently leaving a home and a wife,
R evealing to me you still wanted that life.
I n all that you said and all that you did,
B ut I wanted you so I put in my bid,
L ike a fool I gambled my all and I lost,
Y ou were honest with me and well worth the cost.
Don't ever let yourself get caught up in an affair.
When it's over it's just not worth the pain and embarrassment.
If someone is married they are off limits and if you are married you are not free to sample the other stuff out there.
You could lose everything for a cheap, very temporary thrill.
Let cooler heads prevail and don't let your loins think for you.
This poem was written to convey this message.
It is , however pure fiction so don't feel sorry for me. ;)
For Aye, Aye And A Mistress Contest by Debbie Guzzi
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
Aggravated because I was a vulnerable target to your ever-teasing jokes, quirks and games...a victim to taking things too serious and getting my mind hyped up about the things you say and do! I took things to the next level it seemed...take hold of this oath of odiumless pathways of peace, prosperity and chaotic commotion all packed-up in one box, so use your 7 senses outside of the box - I am changing by the hour and I was sweet as a tangerine, but now I'm as sour as a lemon-lime...breathe into me, sea sky of lullabies and harmonies in unison...embrace the truth of handsome hideous me...sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor by your ripened words of rigorous radiance (illumination that gives someone an epiphany)...enlighten me by your thunderous lightning in the dead of night and caress me with hugs and kisses of dusk dawns , for I will adore you unconditionally and for eternity and beyond...I love you infinity, so don't blurt me around in the audience as if you're the notorious nitwit (comedian), laughing hard enough by his too-desperate jokes to the pony when his sides hurt in front of the crowd of what's-happening and confusion exchanged momentarily ...temporarily... Hardly...
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
If you don't eat, you're anorexic if you do eat, you're a fat ass.
If you don't wear makeup, you're ugly. If you wear makeup, you're a fake.
If you're loud, you're annoying; if you're quiet, you're weird.
If you're good in school, you're smart; if you say something wrong, you're stupid.
If you take pictures, you're an attention-whore; if you don't stalk your friends you're not cool.
If you wear sweats, you're underdressed; if you wear a dress, you're overdressed.
If you don't have boobs, no guys like you; if you have boobs, they're fake.
If you don't have a boyfriend, you're a loser; if you have one, he's cheating on you.
You tell us to be who we are but then you go and judge us about it. So now, do you see how hard it is for us to just be ourselves?
Copyright © craig schaber | Year Posted 2012
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
E arth quivers, shakes and quakes violently
A ll around turns dark,the roof and walls begin to crumble
R ight before our very eyes
T o the right and to the left, all around us...
H umans are running for their lives...screaming...
Q uake!!!Quake!!!Get out! Get out now!!!
U nable to get out in time, Men, women
A nd children...are...
K illed instantly, or within seconds
E veryone left, inside, simply dies slowly...as rescue is impossible!
Sad but true 650 dead in Ecuador earthquake so far...will keep rising.
Two cities where I did social missionary work over 20 years ago
are unrecognizable, this week has been devastating for all.
The country has no real means to do rescue work, as heavy machinery
is not readily available, thank God! Mexico and Colombia are helping, as the Ecuadorian people are of humble means and are desperate!
John Derek Hamilton
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
Though I have fallen to the end,
Hell on earth can not break, nor kill,
Even the weak part of my will,
Since my will will not break nor bend.
Others tried to act like my friends,
Until asked to pick up the bill,
Not willing, nor able, to fill
Desired roles that help and mend.
Giving everything I gave,
Allowed you to take what I own.
Roads to the underworld were paved,
Destroying the hope that was shown.
Eternity will not have slaves;
Not until the outside is blown.
Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2012
J anuary's cold makes December feel like spring!
A lways wanting it to be warm, but left yearning
C ause the ice and snow in the beginning
K eeps me excited, but depression starts winning
F or winter although beautiful, is far too long
R eminders of summer a distant memory now
O nly Jack Frost is now on patrol
S lowly, oh so slowly he releases control
T hen the frozen wasteland, yields to spring again.
For Shadow Hamilton's Jack Frost contest.
December 03, 2015
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
Down in the dumps
Except when fixated on
Pen and paper to produce a
Rhyming (or not) mental diversion
Essential to the
Soul's seasoning that
Into the ether the dark mood
Out into the light of
Nature's muse of hope.
Assignment for Constance on how
poetry can heal depression
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2010
Long arms of tender compassion
Oneness of embittered Humanity
Visceral faith was your salvation
Encompassing all vain materialism
Lenitive of the corporal punishment
Illuminating a hope encrypted in a
Necropolis of suppressed ideas
Extruding life from deep darkness
Seeping rain from saturated soil
Sedative of every entombed soul
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
Failure is a funny old thing
All of your worst fears take to wing
Lies you have told yourself more than once
Leak right into your brain, like a sponge
Intelligent though you may be
Never a light in the tunnel you'll see
Giving up or just giving in
Always seems easier when
People you meet won't be kind
Always bringing the worst to your mind
Recalling the beast you have been
Telling and retelling you of your every sin.
Copyright © Michael Campbell | Year Posted 2015
L ife without you is not the same
O ut in the dark alone
S till hear the echo of your name
T aunted by the unknown
L ost without your loving touch
O nly you can give to me
V oid now, I miss you so much
E veryone can see
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2012
That a shadow will soon dissect it
At just the right angle.
This lonesome man wonders
Did mr. Williams see it coming?
Or was it more of an illusion
As it may sometimes seem..
I think he grasped it
Because it's beacon was so eternal
And I think his recourse,
Like an artist,
Will continue to fall at
The feet of those
That will learn the distance
Between shadow and light.
RIP Robin Williams. We miss u!
Copyright © Steven Riley | Year Posted 2014
Haphazard chaos became the norm.
Attention Deficit Disorder brought the storm
Throw in a little hyperactivity and boys.
Rip roaring commotion and a disarray of toys.
Every action challenged serenity.
Drama pierced peaceful woodlands rowdily.
Never did their pain elicit such hatred.
Every shout was hurtful, unthinking, and mean.
Vulnerability increased; love lost its sheen.
Endless name-calling wrought two boy’s punches.
Respectable young brothers forgot to love.
Family split asunder by parental blunder.
Excruciating pain filled their children’s brain.
Love was offered; rejection brought hate.
The children cried; victims of the state.
Social services skillfully dismantled parental bonds.
Ordering a gambit of activities; family love absconds.
Guilty or not, it did not matter; love was marked.
Opportunity to hate had opened every door.
Ordinarily, the boys had been happy and respectful.
Dismantled; hatred never felt so good.
Copyright March 10, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Love or Hate pick a subject #2 –
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Form: Acrostic with Rhyme
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015
Menaced by a triumphant chanting of lament
Entrancing the soul of Hades’ kin
Missed eruptions of the sensory nerves
Onomatopoeic of hollow gongs
Resonating, maimed through the indescribable facets of
Your forgotten youth.
Adjudged 3rd Place in Black Eyed Susan's Acrostic Contest
Copyright © Glenn Sentes | Year Posted 2012
Whispering heartache unfolds in torture
Incisions decorate the outside of you
See the river of lost hope unfold in a pond of red
How many will know you are dead
Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2012
O ut of control
I t shouldn't have happened
L ots of destruction
S hame on BP
P lease stop this disaster
I irrate and upset
L ots is at stake
L oss of God's creations
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2010
Vanity and insanity
Is who I was and am - victory is contagious but has its pros and cons...its negative and positive effects in the long run - sometimes, you don't win 1st place, but last place or in between or whatever place you land in luckily - fortune and fame is not meant for everyone said my best friend a few weeks ago...my everything actually...
Crazy cool and yet, a wise fool
Torn apart, God save me...Jesus, let me be in your bus
Odium of sodium gets my heart pumping in demented glee...
Radiant as the sun, yet disoriented as the tornado; Grey Shame as the moon, I'm a titaniumb bard that goes with his pen flow
Yet, it's dark as the dusk...when my mind is light as the dawn
Issues weaken...bones of my feelings break...don't worry so much about me, carry on...shining sun and be free and flee...
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence....shame embraced you, never leaving your presence...making your strengths weaknesses all over again...what goes around comes back around round round round ...lost and found...
Cold to the core without your desire fire
Over-hyper-excited-nervous about the rain we are getting in California haha the rain I thought was hale - what the hale is going on? Get it?
Nothing much going on in this cell I call haven...I'm speaking to my only friend, solitude, who socializes with me daily and nightly
Tired of flirting with people who end up taking it to the wrong levels...it's part of my personality, I can't change what's a part of me...unless God corrects me on the matter which would be taken more than a flatter...thanks for the downpour of water for California who lacked it forever...
A sense of neglect and acceptance holds onto me still as I look out my windowsill...look right through the pane and there, you'll run into my lane of reigning-over-me acid rain pain
Glory and grace be to God Most High...I'm so guilty for the sins I've committed; please..oh please forgive me...I beg for your forgiveness...
Isolated in iced up islands of my igloo ideas...zzzzing in my bed of ice and winter frost and snow and all that freezing fire you cursed me with with things that are not what I desire or admire
Oh...don't leave me hanging on the last rope of hope...I'm eating the soy of joy and no one ain't stopping me from being me - a wild, innocent boy...not tainted with abominations of virginity lost in caves of shied away braves
Under your spell and above your well...you wished me heaven when I was sent to hell... you gave me a vivacious voice that sends people vibrant vibes as gracious and glorious as the voice of the admirable Adele...
Saturated in tomorrow sorrows and my yesterdays are doused in dismay...but hey, I'm still alive and well and fighting with my might, away from my comfort shell...I'm surviving and arriving almost done...but still an 18 year old, a masterpiece left undone - half moon and half sun...but I'm a masterpiece in the making, I'm victoryholic, for victory...in my white and black checkered shoes...is contagious - so is my boredom disease (get a victory vaccination, baby boo...my crazy cool crew...don't gang up on me...Just leave me be with my Earnings, never emptee)
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016
Left behind without a friend.
Only to have to face the end.
So lonely here all by myself.
The dust is thick up on the shelf.
Severely damaged, alone and burned.
On a journey where nothing's learned.
Until the dusk swallow's me whole.
Living my life while I lost my soul.
For the acrostic contest.
Copyright © robert johnson | Year Posted 2012
They all look happy after school
He suddenly lose all that glow after school
He now sees reality flashing as the school time end
It’s time to back where his roots lays
She is also showing signs of sadness
For her going back is even harder
Far but it’s nothing compare to the pain
The pain of looking after her brother
His eyes tell the story hidden from his cute face
The looks many says he pick from his mother
Their parents have passed after a hard fought sickness
The same sickness that he is living with
Some say their parents were bewitched
But she knows the truth as her brother look upon her
She is ready to do anything for him like lioness fighting furiously
As her mother’s words ring to her ears;
‘Look after your brother’
The days are even longer then months
The months are years to them
Only Sundays are a blessing to them
Playing is not for them as many fear them
Consumed by fear all they do is read their books
Deprived to associate with other kids
Loneliness crept and engulfs them like a dog in the wilderness
It’s back to school
School for young brains to be nurtured
But a child so young with an old brain
He too wanted to play and live normally
She too would have enjoyed doing her hair
Living in a free country yet nothing is free for them
Having rights that will not bring food on the table
But her father contradicted this thought
As he said “always see this as an opportunity to success”
Only success can give them the life they envy to live
A life of being happy
A life of being accepted for who you are
Even now they wait and live by the hope
The hope of getting this grant money
Hoping that their granny will get back
Back to their simple and haunting house
The house so controlled by fear and shame
House that gives birth to pouring tears
This is their house and burden for life
This is the house with no breadwinner
They are the only survivors in this house
They will be the corners of this house.
Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014
Fool, you borrowed time from fate
Obeisance was wrong indeed
Objected nothing and moved on
Lotus was your favorite fruit
Irrationality was a kind of madness
Sarah warned, " Be careful, son! "
Harry, your pal, spoke like her
None seemed unreachable or vain
Enthralled by many false visions
Surges of panic and anger abounded
Sultry thoughts brought death
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014