Best Depressionlife Poems
My life gets so off course, and spins out of control, like a magical tornado.
My life, to me, is my own death race.
Don’t ask me how or why I look at this way.
I know my life is not great, but I love it as is.
My life, is wrong beyond compare, but its so right too.
My life never comes to a positive road.
My life , is addicting in so many ways.
My life is very regretful, well for many people. I do not regret one damn thing about it.
My life, is my life and I would not change anything in it.
My life is my life and I love everything about it!
I hate my life. Maybe it could spin into control.
not about me. I just thought of it.
I feel the world falling underneath me.
If I take steps I will see.
How life can really be.
Iv ran into denial.
No one knows how i feel.
Like nothing is even real.
But once I peel back the layers of sadness.
I enter a state of madness.
This corrupts my soul.
Like there is an empty hole inside my heart.
I think I’m about to fall apart.
Then I see what happiness is in life.
Once I start to really strive.
My whole life goes live.
Emotional fireworks explode.
Then I know I can never be controlled.
All my feelings disintegrate.
Now nothing can penetrate my mind.
Midst a banquet as life defined
Where careless pleasures are consumed
And at the table children dine
Midst a banquet as life defined
Where steps in muted servitude
Rush to aid a mirth refined
A famished cur desires crumbs!
And midst a banquet, as life defined
I grin, complacent, rendered dumb!
Form:
I don't want to spend the rest of my life without a soul mate. I don't want to be single
for the rest of my so-called "miserable life." There's no way that this special someone
could've been taken away by one of the random guys. When I look at every couple I see, it
makes me wish that I had a real girlfriend and a brand new social status. Being single is
like being held back a year in middle school or worse. Being single also stinks. Is there
something I should do to not just end my single life, but ease my pain, as well? I can't
stand being lonely, I can't stand being a dateless loser, and I can't bear to watch these
couples rubbing their love right in my face. It makes me sad and sick just to see it. so
if I don't save myself from a lot of misery and end my life as a single human being, I'm
going to lose it. I love my life, but my loneliness and my pain have got to stop.
My long denied dreams
Met with realism
when Your love superseded all the miseries of life
Oh ! My lover artist
Paint your love with Your divine kiss ;
the purest eternal bliss
You heel my heart
With your gentle art !
I am your sweetest muse
Our thirst for each other
Makes us go crazy !
the two extreme world
Cannot deprive us our love !
So we are born with a common fate
an unconditional love against the time
I wish to spend my life
in your great strong arms
Far from the country life
Deep into the rustic charms !
Empty head, gun full of lead, goodbye forever to my despairs
Broken heart, it’s sad to part, but it’s clear that nobody cares
Please forgive me for my life has been unkind
Now I’m sure, it’s time to leave it all behind
I've got this twitch, makes my life a ***** and it wont go away
I'm getting old, my skin feels cold and my hair is turning grey
Love is overrated, the life that we are fated, is one in which i don't desire to stay
Setting sun, this time has come; you couldn’t stop me if you tried.
I am as human as anyone
I like to be happy and have fun
But you don’t care for me, even if you can
To you, I am the invisible man
My presence goes unnoticed all the time
For you, talking to me is like a crime
Do you see my face when you look at me
Or do you just look and never see
Your priceless attention I try to grab
To brighten up my world, that’s so drab
I make silly jokes to fill your life with spice
But to you, I am someone you despise
So I live my life as best as I can
Smiling through my tears, trying to be a man
A man whose existence, to you, in your world is desirable
Not what I am now, Invisible
It seems like I'm alone in this world
that there's nobody else
nobody to love me
nobody to care about
I'm so tired of acting
trying to be somebody else
I would like to go
somewhere as far as I can get
and to forget the pain I feel
for the life I have right now
I would like to be free as a bird
without troubles to worrie about
and to fly high in the sky
but it's all just a thought
so I said :"Oh my!"
suppose I just have to dream
cause without it,have the life meaning at all?
Form:
My name is Kalie Jo-Ann Stevenson & I'm grateful to be alive. As I sit on this cold piece
of metal, they call a bed, I cry so many tears for I'm torn, hurt, betrayed & losing my
only mind I've ever had. This feeling of hurt is so strong. Overwhelming. I look behind
me & see a window only 3 inches wide. You can't see out of it. I look around me & all I
see is these 4 walls closing in on me. Suffocating. A sink with no handles, a toilet to be
shared by your cell mate. No privacy. Only Insanity. How does one survive this? How do
you keep from going insane? All you can do it think or sleep. Even then, you can't sleep
because your mind is racing a million miles an hour. I want to escape. I've been
wrongfully incarcerated. I'm the Victim. I don't belong in a cage like this..I feel like a
caged animal with no future of being free of this, free from the hurts inside, free to be
my own person, free to just be ME. I feel like I have no control over my life. As if
someone is using me as a puppet; pulling & ripping my strings left & right.. I hear
screaming & try to block it out. People have lost their minds. The screams & cries are so
piercing to your ears that it seems as though, all the screams & tears are from yourself,
but they're not. You'd like to do the same but if you do, you shall be punished for it. Life
is not Free. Life is not your own. People, government; they control your life, without
even the slightest chance to let you speak on your behalf. What happen to freedom of
speech? I miss my man & my daughter.. I'm crying uncontrollably.. Why me? My entire
life, I've struggled to stay alive & for what? To be kicked to the curb every time I finally
let someone in? To continue my Life being mistreated, used & thrown away as if I have
no feelings? Am I ever going to catch a break? I want all this to be over but it shall
continue, at least another week or so..Then I shall be sentenced..
Form:
sitting under the sycamore tree
visualizing how life in their world might be
little boys made into soldiers and rebels
forced to rape their mothers and sisters
bellies sticking out full of empty air
the smell of death neutralizes the air
bodies thrown into a pit and forgotten over ages
washing up in feces infested water and drinking urine
blood tears stained their cheeks
surviving off human remains
guards beating them merciously with chains
no where out no where to go only one road to the top
starring into the sky imagining another world they'll never find
red cross workers become hostages supplies destroyed
trading women for livestock and kids for sexual pleasures
murders more common than the flu with no cure
militia are the new mom and dad of their town
sores and disease infest and corrode their helpless bodies
the body count adds up survival grows slim
we sit and watch this on t.v then say goodnight to our family
isn't life all the same we should be ashamed
these stories are real and are not so far away
how about saving a life today
Will life inside this bottle rescue me,
From sorrow, shame, and Sin's seductive crown?
Though her river's release and relax me,
I dare to dream a day that I would drown.
Problems are puzzles, piece apart from peace,
And waterfalls of wine weaves worries wind...
Away as lust of her I love to lease,
Consuming happiness...a short-lived friend.
Shall moderation of my life concur,
Music without mourning my morbid health?
For days on days I drink thine depths of her,
And gray to grey I grow unguarded wealth.
To I my eye shall lie and I will eye,
Her rivers, never sober, never dry.
As night dwindles down to day,
Life seems to be swept farther away
Darkness breathes into my soul
To a depth I cannot control
Patience is not an asset I possess
Love is not an asset I possess
But loneliness, pure and black and wretched
Leaves me nothing but bitterness etched
Down deep in my hollowed soul
That mourns the losses of my love
Everything I do comes back to darkness,
Nothing I do leads to happiness
Fear is nothing to shame, this is a
Fearless and useless game
That my heart is playing on me
Time passes on to another age,
My life's book is on its final page
Streaks of gray run through my hair
As if any of you even care
My life was empty and lonely
But I never needed therapy
So now do not pity me
For I do not need or want any
Loneliness speckles down deep into
My empty soul.
you enter the world from darkness
and already your dieing
you live your life
on the edge
every night your crying
and always your working
and always your life is passing by
you lived in fear for yourself
and those you love
and for what?
because no matter how hard you work
and no matter what life gives you
you will return once again to the darkness
gone forever
forgotten
BIASED
THE LIFE HAS BEEN RUINED
LIKE AN OLD MANOR,
THE ALFRESCO HAD TURNED
INTO SIRROCO OF LIFE.
IT HAS GIVEN ME THE
MASOCHISH OF LIFE.
IT HAS BEEN RUINED LIKE
GHATS OF GANGES
BY PREACHERS WHO ARE
FAKE TO THE WORLD.
THE LIFE HAS ANGINA
WITH BOULEVARD OF
NO FUTURE.
THE BELL LOST ITS RING,
AMETHYST LOST ITS
COLOR,
I HAVE BAD PIEANO NOTES
ON MY FINGER.
THE COLOR OF RAINBOW
IS BIASED,
LIKE ME.
WHICH HAS NO REASON
TO CHANGE.
THE FEEL IS GIVING
ME COUP DE GRACE
EVERY MOMENT OF LIFE
AGAIN N AGAIN.
Form:
Sands of time, a world sublime
This unforgiving life
Try you may, and though you pray
The pain cuts like a knife
Easier each day, or so they say
Time will heal the saying goes
Tightening rope, losing hope
Despair that no one knows
Wish for good, misunderstood
How could things get worse
Strength diminished, patience finished
Your suffering destiny's curse
Thinking negative, no more to give
Live each day as it's your last
If you were gone, they would go on
Left with memories of the past
Gone but not forgotten, begotten
A shame things turned out this way
When in need, a friend indeed
Came to save the day
Others too busy, drama makes you dizzy
They live their life the same
Should be so glad, their life isn't this sad
And who should carry now the blame
~~~Triquatrain~~~
The Triquatrain form was created by Robert L. Huntsman. It is a quatrain poem in tri-rhyme
with a specific rhyming pattern (see below). Lines 1 and 3 have internal rhyme whereas lines
2
and 4 do not.
Rhyme Pattern:
(a,a)
b
(c,c)
b
(d,d)
e
(f,f)
e
(g,g)
h
(i,i)
h
. . . and so on.
The groupings in the parenthesis are on one line separated by a comma. This poem can be
of
any length or subject and does not require perfect meter.