Best Depressing Poems
Her face was the oasis i needed to see
the sands of time draining
when i went to drink
She was gone
mirages of love filled me till i came upon the final dune
on the horizon i found abundant seas of water
turned foul with the sins of man
yet i drank nevertheless
filling me with the illusion of fulfillment
only to be depleted
tearing away pieces of my mind
yet i drank nevertheless
visions of an Angel graced me as i slept
She was all too familiar
and yet foreign
the day brought pain
wishing to see my angel
so i drank nevertheless
stumbling about the shoreline
i drank
it never filled my thirst
always fleeting
meaningless gulps graced my throat
smoke billowing from my lungs
i drank nevertheless
the Angel returned in moments of passing
time tortured me with temptations
of Her love in the night
i drank nevertheless
sins corrupting my body
as logs bearing mites
corroding, fragile segments fell away in my trails
i could see her coming
the Angel
She fled as our eyes met
leading me from the water
i tried to follow
i tried to chase
nevertheless all for waste
i drank from the water
telling myself i didn’t need Her
Her beauty welded to my eyes
i couldn't leave the shore
as my feet were stuck in shallow sands of sinking
with no rope to reach for
no help coming
nevertheless
i extended my cupped hand to the now red sea of tempt
and drank
She stopped visiting in my dreams
the songs of Her voice abandoned my ears
alone in despair
i drank nevertheless
the water like a drug
i was now dependent
Life was not the same without this nectar of satan
it ripped out my insides
nevertheless with no stomach to bare it i drank
gulps so large the sea depleted feet at a time
out of reach the water receded
only kissing the tips of my finger with the presence of a full moon
so i suckled my fingers as a babe
nevertheless
till my days fled like the sea
abandoned by the pleasure of sin
all my mind came to was the Angel
and nevertheless She was gone.
Life is depressing.
Everything is crazy and stressing.
Things swirling in one's mind.
Trying to look forward and not behind.
Using manners the best you can.
Even when you don't understand.
Either way you see.
What it's like to be others or me.
Life is sky high firing.
Life can be depressing
I have loved like windows love the morning-
quietly, without asking to be noticed,
just hoping someone would open them.
There were nights
when the moon knew more about me
than anyone ever would-
how I curled inward,
folding grief into origami birds,
sending them across invisible winds
toward the edge of forgetting.
I have lost things I never held-
names, chances, whole lives
that might've been mine
in another version of the world.
And yet I still dream in color.
There is a longing
that does not shout
but lingers in doorways
-in the way I hesitate
before saying I'm Fine
It builds altars out of absence
and worships with quiet hands.
But healing,
it does not arrive like spring.
It comes with the slow thaw of winter-
a drip,
a pause,
another drip.
Some days, I am the storm.
Others, the shore that survives it.
I have learned to carry my name
without apology,
to wear my scars
as punctuation marks-
not endings,
but proof that the story moved forward.
And if I ever forget who I am,
let me return to the silence-
not to disappear,
but to listen
to the heartbeat beneath the noise.
Dancing With Those Depressing Blues
There are times that I do not speak
spirit low and my body weak;
times that life knocks me all about,
silence helps me figure it out.
There are times grief sends its deep hits
sorrows cast me into sad fits;
weeks when aching blues loom so large,
and darkness arrives to take charge.
There are times all color is black
shadows come to spirit attack;
times when heart cries and sinks so low,
joy dies and I just want to go.
There are times, dark days no birds sing
only way is end everything;
times that life seems lost and so dark,
life and reality's pain stark.
There are times, that hellish storm wins
feel numb and can not see my friends;
times hope appears to fly away,
no relief despite prayers I say.
There are times that I do not speak
spirit low and my body weak;
times that life knocks me all about,
silence helps me figure it out.
R.J. Lindley,
Rhyme, 1979
My house is a toxic place
hidden under a mask of a loving home
I was constantly compared to others
And would be stuck listening to my parents adult problems
But constantly told I was to young for things
I was told I should not settle for the boy
Who I love
That I need to shop around
But I was unable to date until 18
So I really had no time to shop around
This is only a little bit of what was going on
This sounds like perfection
But it deeply affected me and does today
But nobody can see behind the perfect mask
Of my toxic family
To a vast degree
I have difficult homework
Destroying good grades
Entrant into Joe Fach's "A Dilemma" contestl
you took me by the hand, you guided me through this world. this dark and sinister world.
you said you truly loved me I ate up all your filthy lies. you turned my tears to smiles of gold, even said you loved me
then to quickly you left me in the dark so tell me, why do I still love you why do I still want you after all your lies your hateful deceiving lies. you stupid idiot why do i still love you why do i still want you. you won`t
wanna be here once i`m done with you. you sick and twisted idiot i hate you i hate you with a vengeance get
away from me i`m filled with malice to the bone i`m filled hatred lust to destroy you your destroying angel the
one that you created will destroy you i`m not your marionette anymore no no, my stony cold black heart is
crumbling away too fast for me i need some love now i need some real love. i can`t seem to leave this
depressing love story. why do i still love you why do i still want you i guess i`m just a stupid girl living a
depressing love story stupid girl living a depressing love story depressing love story.
I try to explain how I feel
I have poured out my heart
I have answered all your questions
When you would ask what's wrong with me
I would explain as best I could
But when I do something that I have explained before
You told me I was overdramatic
A crybaby
Then tell me I wont get anywhere like this
It's not my fault
It is my brain chemistry
I have explained it as best as I can
But you still don't understand
I have said it over and over
I am starting to think that it's not that you don't understand
It's that you are not listening
Or that you don't believe me
Or you choose to ignore it
And treat it as just being overemotional
Like I can't do anything
Because you tell me if you have such a problem
Then stay home
And cry about it because nobody outside will care
And they may not but I would expect more understanding
From family
From people who know what I have been through
I just want you to understand but I feel that you never will
I've been cryin',
No one seems to care.
I'm slowly dyin',
Ripped out my last hair.
Someone pull the trigger,
I'll be gone.
The pain gets bigger,
But the hurt won't last long.
Here I lay, I am shattered,
Felt all kinds of pain.
I have wrecked myself, I'm battered,
What more could I possibly gain?
Their lighters
allow me to smoke
joints and cigarettes
that inspire depressing poetry
written in their pens' ink,
which I cut myself to with
their razors.
Thanks BIC!
Did the fallen stress of life
Cut you straight in with a knife
Would the words of this depression
Cause your heart to have regression
When you look inside the mirrors
Is it really you that appears?
Drip drip drip
With the salted wicked rain
Let it fall and clear the pain.
Drip drip drip
Your eyes become insane
You’re the only one to blame
The scars that whisper in your ear
Is the reason for that long term tear?
What makes you so immoral?
Brings the words to make me quarrel
What makes it so deficient for the mediocre?
This isn’t a matter for a happy little joker
Drip drip drip
With the salted wicked rain
Let it fall and clear the pain.
Drip drip drip
Your eyes become insane
You’re the only one to blame
Let the fire eat you whole
Make sure that it wins your soul
God would surely be there
This by love I can only swear
He’s the one to save you all
He will adore you when you crawl
Drip drip drip
With the salted wicked rain
Let it fall and clear the pain.
Drip drip drip
Your eyes become insane
You’re the only one to blame
Deep in my depression, I lay myself down to sleep. I close my eyes and then I start to weep. I dream I'm in the sky and see Heaven. So I take a peek. God stands before me and tells me it's ok. But through my eyes it's not and I leap. Falling through my thoughts I sort out my emotions. I undo this ruining and make myself a potion. I live for the morrow. Not for the night. My feelings now sorted out, I wake up in a fright. Who am I and what am I doing? Standing on this edge of this building. How did I get here? Was this my ruling? I know now that it was and I look down. I feel like smiling, but yet I wear a frown. So I turn around, live my life and wear it upside down.
We have all noticed that things are getting bad again,
I know things will get better, but I don't know when.
While clutching at my arm
As my blood transfused
I first pressed the alarm
Struggling to find the door
while I felt confused
I never intended to give Abby a fright,
And only on my second night.
While the ants crawl in and out of my minds maze,
I decide to wander through the night and stargaze.
I felt a calmness and peace until I went to leave,
Little did I know that my own ears would deceive.
Jack is who I heard,
he came from behind,
As those awful memories reoccurred,
With the infestation combined,
I had to physically shake them away.
But simply shaking wasn't enough,
These thoughts and feelings were big and tough.
Needed to bang them all out of my head,
If there was any hope of returning to my dreaded bed.
On the icy concrete for a while I lay,
Right before red met with gray.
I don't hesitate, until reality withdraws,
Just continued to pound my head
But then I pause…
My mind is extremely loud,
As I become isothermal,
I feel so stupid and far from proud,
Realizing the gravel is now intradermal.
Staggering to my door,
Trying to contain my insanity,
I chuck my things down to the floor,
To return to a different reality,
All I can say is I am sorry it went wrong and I am sorry Yvonne.
I didn't mean to shock you or make you upset,
I never want anyone to think I am going to hurt them or am a threat.
I hope you understand that things will be better once I settle,
And chances are, things will be even better once I descale my old kettle.
Wounded Heart.
.
Sore deep wounds left from childhood
Never healed and still cause much pain
Never felt loved or wanted
Felt like an abandoned puppy someone had discarded
Left out in the cold wind and rain
.
Walking like a leper in others shadows
Always on the outside looking in
Watching life go by through a telescope
Though the light was dim
.
Nothing more than an emotional punchbag
For everyone to punch
And I always got the blame
.
Fear was something I knew too well
Carried a heavy weight of burden
With no one to unload to
Or tell
.
All my life has been an upward struggle
Having to face a new mountain everyday
I sure know what hell is
It took my childhood away
.
Although I walk in the darkness
And now I’m falling to pieces
Growing old
Hanging on to life by my fingernails
Gasping for breathe
My story must be told
.
Peter Dome©2021.
There's nothing more depressing than a broken heart. A broken heart doesn't heal nearly as quick as a broken bone. A broken heart can come from anywhere, a loved one dies, someone you love leaves you with nothing but memories, a best friend stabs you in the back. What do all of these things have in common? Love. I do not pretend to understand how the cause of a broken heart starts with love yet the healing balm applied to a broken heart is love.
There's nothing more depressing than a broken heart. Perhaps this is why depression is so common. Our culture lives for a broken heart. There's nothing better than a sad movie, a song about someone leaving, a book about someone dying. Happiness is hard to find anymore. A happy ending for a story, for a movie is hardly ever attainable in the real world. We look for happiness. We search for what those stories have but we never find it. So we turn to what we know is real, what we know can be touched in the real world.
A broken heart.