Best At The End Of My Rope Poems
After the end of a long hot day
At the end of my rope with nerves all frayed
I sat on the porch to rest a spell
As the sun slipped slowly behind the hill
Calmed by the lingering after glow
I watched the summer night unfold
Crimson streaks...on a sky of blue
Melted in a thousand different hues
Got lost in the dark without the light
Leaving just their shadows in the night
And in fields of clover across the way
The crickets began their serenade
As fireflies danced with sheer delight
Glowing…in love with this summer night
And there ahead...at the end of the road
Above the bridge where the river flows
It rose like magic before my eyes
An orange moon so big it filled the sky
there once was a time of simple pleasures
like hop-scotch, marbles and electric trains
hop-scotch turnd into scotch on the rocks
when i got drunk enough to realize what adulthood ordains
childhood led to my becoming a hood
i held a lot of adoration for adolescence
my youth was an era of hopes and dreams
and faith formed of fact was at its essence
stealing kisses in the kitchen became blatant thievery
i played spin the bottle until i spun out of control
jumping rope landed me at the end of my rope
and sin seeped deep into my soul
I recall when nursery rhymes first became rhetoric
And when reality dashed the dreams to which I once clung
Now, at sixty four, I have only one regret
And that is the fact that I didn’t die young
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All alone deep inside
Feeling like I wanna cry
No one ever understands
Cuz they're always making plans
My worlds quickly falling apart
Vastly destroying my fragile heart
Vainly trying to hold it together
Teetering on the edge forever
Losing everything so close
Feeling like an unwelcomed ghost
No matter what I try
Everything either leaves or dies
Wishing I can get rid of my stress
Thinking this is all a test
Feeling I'm at the end of my rope
Extremely close to losing all hope
Wishing someone saves me someday
These words to god I pray
The truth of reality haunts my soul,
lamenting the innocence childhood stole.
A heart that's never experienced love;
always feels empty, never wholly whole.
I found no love on the wings of a dove;
push inevitably turned into shove.
And yet, normality included hope,
and my willingness to partake thereof.
Faced with the fact that I can barely cope,
I'm left dangling at the end of my rope.
And, frustrated with an absentee God,
faith starts sliding down a slippery slope.
The fact my father never spared the rod;
meant unconditional love was a fraud.
And an incompleteness shadows my dreams,
retracing the steps I've already trod.
My upbringing was harsher than it seems,
confronting my demons with silent screams.
And a fractured future born of the past;
forms a collage of life's lows and extremes.
Hope's magic has become too weak to cast,
Exhausted, its power has degraded fast.
Lonely and unloved, I await life's end,
Praying that in death, I'll find love at last.
Stuck in this place
Full of empty space
Where the deafening silence
Awaits a verbal embrace
Just one utterance of hope
To be given the strength to cope
And I will unwind the noose
From the end of my rope
Just one ray of light
To regain my sight
To be able to be set free
From all of the anger and fright
Unable to bear
This mask of shame I now wear
To keep living this lie
That anyone will even care
But now it’s too late
My feet now fully off the crate
And my body is now free
From my minds loathing and self hate
aimless and blind
I wasted my youth
left friendship behind
in search of the truth
no wiser but sadder
ah,but that never mattered
'cause then I met you
I did my hitch
sowed my wild oats
I burned all my bridges
and sunk all my boats
while the rats had all scattered
ah,but none of that mattered
'cause then I met you
yeah when I met you
you pulled me through
you gave me a clue
when I so didn't know what to do
blitzed on the booze
fresh out of hope
I had nothing to lose
at the end of my rope
I was mad as a hatter
the fact of the matter-
but then I met you
yeah then I met you
and then I met you!
Guilty of life once lived in sections,
drastically making changes.
Concessions to new obsessions,
suffering identity exchanges.
Revision life's only pattern,
inborn self considered a sin.
Wherever did the facade end,
and my actual truth begin?
Mercurial soul.
Gale force wind on fire.
Searching recklessly.
Banishing true desire.
Stunted by fear.
Cut low by local society.
Angrily relating ashamed.
Depression continually haunting me.
Loving heart protected by rage.
Angel morphed to succubus.
Ignorant of a different way.
Residual burden of distrust.
No compass showing the way.
Pilgrim of self identity.
Fractured mind's weathervane,
self destruction my proclivity.
I failed in my search.
Experienced life vainly, physically.
Blind to evolutionary growth.
Recently found enrichment, mentally.
Mistakes made youthfully, forgiven.
I look forward filled with hope.
Fortune smiled upon me.
Enlightened at the end of my rope.
If you believe in second chances,
first gift yourself one.
Explore your own depth, just once,
and you'll find life has just begun.
Presently, daily, I show for practice
on life's uncertain field.
I want the ball, as a champion should.
Sprinting forward, I'll prove what life can yield.
When mortality knocks on my crypt,
I plan on being prepared.
Living life by my own script.
Lessons learned by decisions erred.
I'll take my place amongst the stars,
having shirked mortal coil.
Ready for what is next.
To my nature, proven loyal.
Come with me on this journey.
Banish need for acceptance.
Live your life entirely.
You'll only get one chance.
-Angel Fatale-
I was going through the year feeling just fine, while writing my rhymes. Not a worry not a care, nothing to bear. Then here comes spring such a wonderful thing, didn't have an idea of what it would bring. I believed, it would be outstanding. I didn't know it would be so demanding.
I though, through this year I would cruse but instead I was singing the blues because I couldn't see what was ahead of me. One thing happened then another, I had to look for cover. So I started to look for advice, in the same place, can lighting strike twice? Something's trying to put me down, I mean, down for the count.
But I keep getting a strong feeling that says, you have to get back in the mount. Grab the horse by the reins, don't let it put you to shame and it can also drive you insane. So to The Lord I prayed, or down I would have stayed, Yes I would, but GOD IS GOOD.
Now have you ever tried something with all your heart but you kept coming up short. You try and you try it wont come out right, even though you try with all your might and you don't want anyone to see that you're uptight. So you walk around with a false grin because you want to feel exalted among men.
Deeper and deeper you start to sink, you pick up a smell, it's your life and it stink.
But you hold your head up to show your're grown, you got backbone and you can't let anyone see that you feel so alone, so you walk around lost, like the rest of the clones.
Then you listen to people from every place, but everything you try slaps you hard, right in the face. Now I am writing this because it come to me and these things I have been through, it got to the point where I prayed, Lord I really need you. I was at the end of my rope in total despair, I though it couldn't get any worse and up jumped a Grizzly Bear. That should have been all she wrote, Yes it should.
GOD IS GOOD.
*MilMan*
Good-Bye God
One day I fell into a well of despair
Why God does no one care
I am finally at the end of my rope
For me there is no hope
My only sin was looking at the pretty girl
Her face more beautiful than a pearl
Want, Desire, Lust
If only I could have won her trust
I asked her to release me
She smiled and stared
But refused to set me free
Obsessive thoughts way to deep
Mind and soul heartbreak weep
But I now know I will never have her
I fear soon I will be dancing with cadavers
I long for death eternal peace
Only then will this female obsession cease
I was taught it is wrong to take a life
The priest told me to find a wife
So this is the end
The damage I will soon do will never mend
Should I die by gun, noose, bottle or pill
Or take a leap from a high hill
Maybe God will send me a sign
Maybe a Heavenly Angel will throw me a line
Soon my suicide will fill Satan with pride
My Soul in the Lake of Fire will hide
Did Jesus ever Love me I cried
I can't go on like this
This Blonde Temptress
Robbed me of all bliss
Her beauty tormenting my soul and mind
Unholy woman kind
So I slowly put the gun to my head and said
Soon I will be dead
Good-Bye God
Now I am really going to blow my wad
But wait a voice said
Putting lead in your head will turn your rug red
The only thing that can save your mind and soul
Is to write your way out of this Obsession Hell Hole
God why did you put me down here
At the bottom living in fear
I must write of these bastard evil thoughts
The Devil tried but my soul can not be bought
I will not let the demons win
I shall not kill myself it is a sin
So now I will become a writer
Keep writing mental fighter
Even if my written words make no sense
Writing makes the mind less tense
Someday my obsession will be lighter
With Heavenly Help
My future will become brighter
So
Damm the Demons
I’m through scream’n
God thank you for finally making my mental suffering go away
So I can stay here a little longer and play
And if no one ever reads my words
At least writing has made my mind
As free as a bird
Joseph Adam Elward
BLUE MONDAY
B ereft of life bequeathed wIth loss for ware
L ove cAme, then vanished, like it wasn't THERE
U nder a Mask i Hide wherE no smile IS
E ach day Reliving past Events long STILL
M y inNer strength, it sEems, has lost all HOPE
O Verall i'm at the End...of my Rope
N othing's Left for mE, but: 'do i or DON'T'
D id hamleT still have anything to GIVE
A gainst the torment lanGuished...he gave UP
Y outh now is gOne and without love...so i !
1.12.2017©deborah burch
Form: acrostic (with several messages
acrostically placed within)
Theme: suicide awareness, hope
*note: bold not working so puzzle letters/words
are in CAPITALS !!
*to fellow poet readers, please note this is for
awareness only...I am fine;)
Disappointment comes in shades of blue and gray
Delivered with a large dose of dashing hope,
My mind vacillates between sadness and dismay.
‘Tis time to put on a happy face for a better day
Fighting the strong urge to sit around and mope,
Disappointment comes in shades of blue and gray.
For me, disappointment is a perfect way to decay,
It is always important to find a solution, to cope
My mind vacillates between sadness and dismay.
It helps finding something amusing to enjoy, to play
Or, engaging in an activity that enlarges my scope,
Disappointment comes in shades of blue and gray.
Even then, on the edges of my mind, I cannot allay
Feelings that, somehow, I’m at the end of my rope,
My mind vacillates between sadness and dismay.
When disappointment strikes, I wish I could be gay
I suppose the censors will allow me this apt trope,
Disappointment comes in shades of blue and gray
My mind vacillates between sadness and dismay.
Written April 7, 2022
I'll let you near me
When I'm at my weakest
I'll let you near mew
When life's at its most bleakest
Because if you are to love me
You need to see me at my lowest
See if you can handle it
If the realities sour the dream
I'll let you closer than anyone before
When I have everything and more
When I am at the end of my rope
Theres more than 100 ft left below
Will you reach out to pull me to safety
Or are you going to release me so sweetly
At my weakest
Thats what you need to see
Down on my knees
Will you handle the pleas?
I can bruise and hurt
Just like anyone
If you want me complelty
Then you have to see more deeper
Everything my pride
Nothing to hide
I'll confess all my mistakes
The one's I'll be most judged for
Judgement day will see my fate declared
But in the life I'll let you decide
At my weakest, when life is bleakest
You will see everything that I fear the most
I cannot place someone in my heart
If they cant accept what tears me apart
I can feel so weak at times
Even the light sometimes dies
You will see all that I am
You will find no other man
That I pretend to be
Nothing hidden from what you see
At my weakest, at my most bleakest
On my knees asking for forgiveness
Because you sin when you dont feel your weak
Feel the strength of admitting your weak
There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a cross roads. The choice we make in those moments can define the rest of our days.
Struggle all my life with the demons I held inside.
Taking pills to numb the pain in hopes it would all fade away.
Walk around with a fake smile on my face.
Just to hide the pain no one else could see.
My emotions running wild and free through my mind.
Like a roller coaster out of control at times.
I could not take another semester of bad grades.
Or walking around the world in a daze.
So I took the plunge and quit the meds.
Scared to death of the anxiety attacks that awaited me.
Not sure how I was going to handle the bipolar disease.
The ADHD was a whole other story.
Having to sit still and focus was a joke.
I was out of options and at the end of my rope.
When I listened to a friend who said give this a try.
He took my hand and guided my way
Telling me stories of the love god has to give.
Little by little my faith began to grow.
The emptiness in my soul was no longer a hole.
Day by day my mind is renewed.
I no longer fight my demons at night.
God has sent an angle to protect me from the fight.
Holding my hand I am never alone.
God has my back until I come home.
Cory Long
Gail Doyle's contest Standing at a cross road
October 3, 2012
Suffering with a toothache
Started on the weekend
Appointment on Monday
See the Dentist at ten
This was no wimpy ache
A “King Kong” of a hurt
I kept on popping pills
Still pain would not avert
By that Monday morning
Pain spreading through my chin
At the end of my rope
Somehow this pain must end
We were at the building
A little before nine
We arrived there early
Hoping to save some time
Office on the third floor
I said, “Let’s take the stairs”
“No”, said my lovely wife,
“Elevator’s right there”
Push button number three
We started going up
Got between two and three
When it stopped abrupt
I pushed the HELP button
Then we heard someone say
“Maintenance has been called
So help is on its way”
“I’m in pain, need relief
Just how long might it be?”
“Takes them an hour or two
At worst it could be three”
“Should’ve gone up the stairs
But I listened to you”
"WELL",
“Here’s another fine mess
You’ve gotten me into”
This is it
I give up
I throw in the towel
I draw the curtains
I pull down the shades
I close the doors shut
Finito
The end;
No more haggling
No more beseeching
No more whining
No more whimpering
I'll call it a day,
Saddle sore
I am heading home
I am out of the race -
Get me off the grid.
World-weary,
Timeworn,
I am done.
Flat-lined
I am pulling the plugs;
I ran the gauntlet
Kaput
Stop the earth
I am getting off -
Sayonara!
I am just circling the drain -
Get me off this hamster wheel,
I am at the end of my tether,
I have just about seen
the last of the sunsets,
No more sunrises for me,
I am sitting fallow,
I am at the end of my rope
I am teetering on the precipice
I am hanging by the skin of my teeth
I am dying on the vine
I am ready to kick the bucket -
Uh...can someone
bring me a bucket please!