Best Depressionlonging Poems
ONE-WAY TICKET
Whoever wrote the adage -
Stone walls do not a prison make nor iron bars a cage -
Obviously never spent a life-sentence in solitary - an age.
With nothing to act as time’s gauge
Save heartbeats which tick their way through the bondage;
With no family to the pain assuage;
No hope for marriage;
And less for a small cottage;
Or passing evenings with cribbage.
I turn my book’s story page-by-page
And examine each stage
With no remote feeling of courage
But a repressed longing which would enrage
A saint, a scholar, a sage
Who tries to think about, to engage,
My situation; and to manage
To find a reason for these steel-bars’ tutelage;
To explain my life’s stoppage;
To justify all the psycho-emotional shortage;
To comfort me with my hopes’ slippage
On this slow one-way voyage
Where the last dreary stage
Is death - which is for sin, the wage.
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Written for Miranda Lambert’s Contest BEHIND BARS BLUES
Suffering through a crowd of smiles when you're the only one who frowns.
Unto my diluted eyes tears are felled.
Incineration of a lacerated heart.
Corrosion of optimism because dreams were bloodied and killed.
Is longing for death.
Desperation for a listening ear.
Angry conscience emitting sorrow into a stale bloodstream.
Losing control by drowning within unnecessary fear.
My tears keep flowing
Never wanting to stop
Flowing because of a depression
Flowing, longing for an eternal sleep
Form:
in the freezing storm, I sit beneath ancient, blackened elm
upon numbing snow, ready to pass from this realm
it's been but a few days, yet my face betrays the ware of years
an expression of solemnity adorns my face, my cheeks bedewed with frozen tears
along with my frozen heart, which can never be thawed
I stare at the sky, ready to see if there is truly a God
Death embraces my broken form as I begin to tremor
with utter longing I remember the heat of our passion in this coldest December
into his care I surrender
his caress so tender
the edges of my vision begin to darken
my last sight is of rising snow and a meadow of dying roses
the petals have been poisoned
dripping with blood from my weeping wrists
I'm coming to join you my love
Form:
The sea had been blue since they were born,
But, before that, only the god could tell its color;
Now, a crimson vacuum, filled with blood,
And in it, they lay, longing for tomorrow.
Tomorrow would not come their way,
But would be buried with them under sea;
Sunrise would not be an orange gem,
But a black moon,
Staring into their closed eyes.
Form:
I'm feeling is as if I fell into my own black hole
Been Having this feeling for days now how does it stop?
Or does it, it's as if I'm cutting myself with this long sharp object over in this drawer
Mind is wandering now,I bet yours is to, what could I be thinking?
"Love" the most painful thing you could ever experience
Never have I thinking of giving the "opposite sex" my love
It's to fragile,too sensitive to just give it away so easily
One minute you may have had "love" but it can be taken away in just seconds
Thinking, Thinking, Thinking........ falling from the sky having no where to land
Pain in my heart longing for someone to be near instead I hear,and feel nothing
All alone forever no hope for anything ever,just staying in a safe secure area
Never experiencing excitement, to preserved for that too "classy"
Not taking chances scared of any disappointment that follows after "Living your Life"
Mind is wandering, wandering...........Thinking,Thinking, Thinking
Form:
Terrified
January 12th 2009
By: Arianne Bungay
Her seventeenth birthday is in a month.
Still in foster care and not having a home
Realizing and terrified
Knowing when she turns eighteen
She is all alone.
Not knowing what to do
She does what she does best
Run and run
With nowhere to go
Failing each and every test
She sets her own funeral
Soon to be dead
Digging and digging
Until she decides to
Make her grave her bed.
Her life was almost complete
With one more year to go
Now she is breathing heavily
Almost gone for good
This she sadly knows.
Leaving her family behind
She closes her eyes
Hoping they understand
She is gone for good
This is her time to say goodbye.
Her seventeenth birthday is in a month
But she wont see it because she is finally home
Not on this earth
Or with her family
But she is not longer alone.
She is in perfect bliss
Not terrified at all
Not longing for pain
Not longing for sadness
She is now standing tall.
Form:
Restless air, restless ground.
No silence or solitude to be found.
Sounds that echo, sounds that last.
Seeking refuge and longing for the past.
Lack of companionship, lack of emotions.
A need for the warm sun and soft affections.
Bright eyes, yet impaired vision.
Need confidence to make this final decision.
Focused ambition, focused relation.
Hope that my find will exceed expectations.
Random kindness, random deeds.
Giving way to first fill other’s needs.
Living alone, living secure.
No pain, but thoughts to endure.
Form:
As all the leaves fell from limbs,
baring each branch left weak and exposed.
Winter brought such cutting cold winds
and we no longer see the green that's reposed..
These leaves will stay dormant, hiding till spring
But this year will be without life's vital season,
forgoing all the renewal and new life it could bring
This relentless winter being the reason.
Weary this life so yearns for the Sun
decrepit and longing for a sign of warm light
But feeling now those bright days may be done
and there's no spring or summer in sight.
Form:
Devastated again
Scrape my pride off your shoe
We've both abused
My generosity enough for now
Every moment of blissful denial
Dashes with your glare and wink
The lies of omission
This lust for contrition
I can't fix my stance
With my back to that cracked wall
Contemptible ghost
Haunt another sucker
With your sigh
And giggle
Share your laugh at my expense
To lighten the world
I'll shoulder the burden
Of longing to grow with you
My conversation
Loses voices every day
Yet one cries out without abandon
So I stuff a sock in his mouth
To hold that weeper ransom
Chop off a toe
As proof of life
Before collecting my prize
And snuffing it out for good