Best Depressiontime Poems
It's cold over here
Where hearts pump icicles,
Decelerated from normal time wrinkles.
I sit here
Trying to unthaw my mind.
In order to wonder if I exist in time
I never succeed.
I am suspended.
A pig flew over,
And the fat lady sang.
I managed to press "Unpause"
On this game.
The superball sprang
And animated bounce
An energetic ocean
From a simply lifeless ounce.
But time must continue.
The speed must decrease.
And all the lil' sparks here have ceased.
The sloths here get tickets
And man are they slow.
I'd gladly leave
If I had somewhere to go.
When all else has ended,
I remain,
Suspended.
Being lost seems to be my only option these days
Confusion appears to outweigh common sense in my life
My ability to reveal truth from lies has wreck havoc on my brain
I now strive to train my thoughts to linger in limbo
Never truly desiring to leave
This is now my fortress my solitude
Fear/Despair/Lies/Failure
As I clutch my razor and feel the etching of the sharp metal
I’m forced to think back to a time when
I had a dream, had a plan, had a voice
Now all I have is just a corner
Not even my corner
As my peripheral view is constantly reminded of
Your pathetic attempt to hold on to the past
To a woman that I’m sure was drowning as am I
In the room of torture, clutter and stale air
She has now become my hero
Because she mustered enough strength
To run and start anew
New this sounds foreign to me
My tongue has difficulty allowing
The syllables to dance off my lips, mouth
I have to stop and regain my composure
Hope is something of the past
Hope is no longer associated with me
I now live in a corner stationed between
Past & Despair
Robotic movements mimic life
But as you approach you stand to smell
The vile carcass of my flesh slowly dying
Despair is my friend
Past is my new position in life
I had peace, love and happiness once
I felt it flee each and every time I
Entered your suffocating presence
Mister Kill Joy you have successfully
Accomplished your task of
Killing Me!!!!
For months in a pointless wallow,
many moments I found it hard to swallow.
The only thing I could down was whiskey
my actions were nothing but risky.
Keeping myself insane to ease the pain of self destruction,
going through the motions I could not even function.
Spawning hate towards the one I at one time truly loved,
anger, sadness and despair in the pit of my soul shoved.
It's been a wild ride of highs and low's,
giving myself emotional blow's.
To the point of no return I've been there twice,
my existence there was no price.
But now for some reason time has stopped,
time to pick up my life where it was dropped.
An about face that I don't want to do again,
leaving me not knowing where to begin.
she had enough curiosity to kill a thousand cats but not about sex
she awoke to him on top of her AGAIN then a quick blow to the head
she had been stricken temporarily dumb
suddenly she had a sharp penetrating eruption of rage and hatred and alien that belonged in
as science fiction movie
on a deep instincual level he knew what was coming next
his conscious mind could not-or would not-put a name on it but his subconscious knew what
it was
he fled out the door in a blind-panic as wide-eyed and spooked as a dumb animal reacting to
headlights
she had a moment of vulnerability as the door swung shut behind him
her exquistely shaped and hormoniously related features bespoke sensitivity and refinement
opposite of a parody of seduction
she felt like she was attacked by a pack of rats
was she able to go after her attacker this time the fifth time the last time she knew who he
was and where he lived
she quietly moved around his bed as he drooled and dreamed and put the knife to his throat
then slapped him in the face
he began pleading and apologyzing squrrying and ceaselessly crying in what almost sounded
like a guttural foreign language
finally she made her point and left him to drown in his guilt but as soon as she closed the
door she heard a "BANG"
he took his own life he ended their pain all she could do was scream"NO DAD!"
TO MANY CHILDREN ARE ABUSED BY RELATIVES AND WE IGNORE THE SIGNS
THESE ARE THE ONES WE LOVE WE MUST OPEN OUR EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I need to be set free from myself from time to time,
Or else, my manic mind will never find peace
Among cognitive processes—the craziness will never cease!
It would seem that someone is trying to undermine
And distort my coherent thoughts at nighttime;
Sleep keeps me up, never offering solace and release.
I need to be set free from myself from time to time
Or else my manic mind will never find peace.
This evil keeper keeps me imprisoned and confined
Behind huge metal bars black as grease.
I see sanity roam rampant in the yard and graze with geese.
I am a convicted criminal though this illness is not a crime;
I need to be set free from myself—from time to time.
Submitted for Jared's "Rondel" contest
I'm writing this poem to
say my final goodbye,
the time has come for
me to lay down and die.
People who supported me
are being taken away,
others don't take me serious,but
this time I am not going to play.
When I get where I'm going
there will be only happy tears,
I will shed my sins and struggles
I have carried all these years.
So much pain and so much darkness
in this world we stumble through,
questions I can't answer and
so much work to do.
Please don't let yourself be
overcome with sorrow,
just keep looking ahead
for a brighter tomorrow.
Simple things in life I
just let slip away,
but you never know
I might be back some day.
Colleen Marie Bono
Six is to early a number
Yet even seven is not appropriate
A memory of
Tiny toes
Creeps
Through my sorrowed mind
Your laughter
Once enlightening me
Now depresses me
Your picture frames
Turned down
A face hidden
Forever
Life is too short
But what is there that’s longer?
The heart that you relied
So gravely on
Stopped
As did time
When they said, “He’s gone…”
A cue for a lifetime of lingering
And linger I shall
On and
On and
On and
On
Time is not there to tell the point of day
But to count the time spent before death
And time will never stop
Or it would have known
That six is too early a number
I remember when
my life use to be fun,
now I just wish it was
over and done.
I remember when
I didn't have a care,
now that's all my time is
filled with and not a minute to spare.
I remember when
I didn't have to worry,
and my life didn't consist
of having to be in a hurry.
I remember when I
could ask for advice,
but in this day and age
I stop and think twice.
I remember when
I didn't have to fight,
or worry about having to
plead my case when
I knew I was right.
I remember when
I wanted to be on my own,
but I don't remember when
I ever felt so alone.
Colleen Marie Bono
I quiver with anger
My fists are clenched
My nails digging into my palms
I am filled with hatred,
Frustration and fear
I am no longer in control
I just want to hurt myself
Punish myself
I need to release my emotions
I roll up my shorts
And pick up the knife
It is time to pay
I run it over my skin
Then I add pressure
The blade grazes me
I feel nothing
My eyes void as I watch
Watch, how it pierces me
I pause for a moment
Only to cut again
This time deeper and harder
My leg starts to burn
Blood trickles from the cut
But, it doesn’t faze me
My anger is overwhelming
The hatred drives me
Drives me to plunge the knife in deeper
It hurts like hell
The blade is covered with blood
Satisfaction
I have taught myself a lesson
I am content
Until I have to cut again
I look upon the scars
The scars, I have created
The silent tears wash down my cheeks
My physical pain is nothing
Nothing, compared to how I’m hurting inside
And no one, no one knows
my mood swung like an uncontrollable pendulum.
most of my time was spent lashing out at everyone.
the weight of my achingly sad body felt like bricks mortared my back.
the constant wonder of what went wrong filled my everyday thoughts.
it was supposed to be the happiest time of my life,
yet i felt like i was being punished for something.
my life had turned into this whirlwind of a conundrum;
i didnt know how to put the pieces in place so that the puzzle made sense.
i was so infuriated because no one else seemed to share this pain.
i wanted to hear i was beautiful,
even if i didnt believe it half the time.
i longed to be happy once again.
it didnt come with stretch marks, morning sickness, or weird cravings-
this trimest, the longest one of them all, came with the baby blues.
Three in number are the so valued events in modern life,
Yet each are harbors of different types of strife,
Each having a separate sharpness although all are part of the same knife,
Opening with the deceitful crown known as a birthday,
In youth it is all you await to say,
With treasured time constantly passing your age turns it into just another loathed day,
Weddings so vile and juvenile,
The average conjoining of two families for love of two who must find a way cause they be
with child,
When divorce happens perhaps next time you'll know in the beginning it's not worth while,
The truth-teller and savior of this winding game called life is only our tomb,
Funerals are our cradle and our release to death the truest womb,
Pray it comes swifter than any lightning and twice as powerful as any thunder's boom,
Each are simple and basic facts,
Each in their way cause enough for an all out war but absent are those who are actually
prepared to attack,
Until that long awaited rebellious revolution to the darkest embraces I shall slip back.
Good-bye
In the moon it's easy to see everything you're not and everything I need.
You broke my heart and tried to come back, after I found out it was all an act
so now I see there's just not enough room for u and me, you lie and you think your sly
but every single time it's you who cries. So for the last time good-bye
Jasmine S. Turner
The time we waste is a discrace,
we sit and sulk,
we think we have no hope,
someone has put you down,
you have let them get you down,
they said something that gets under your skin,
you just let them in,
the depression is going to make you sink,
stop it now, get off the couch,
because the time you waste is a discrace
And there I am trying to figure out
If it is worth all the trouble!
When every morning
You wake up to a new fight
To pick pieces from a broken relationship
And glue each piece and hold them tight
Only to see them break away
To fragments when they go out of sight
By the time you get to sleep
It’s a long dark lonely night
I dream of beautiful times
You, me and everything all right
I remain awake to keep sleep
From forcing into my dreams, my plight
As time creeps along, snatching my moments
Beyond the horizon I see the new day light
I know not why but I have a faint feeling
A feeling of another lost fight
And there I am trying to figure out
If it is worth all the trouble!
It Is Time To Make Our Stand!
We are left here to to take a look at we need to redefine,
Take a step back, and look through the sands of time.
Look deep within yourself and you will see, that the worst of your fears have yet to be set free.
You used to scream and wish for your dreams, but when you think about it, is it really was it
what it was cracked up to be?
" Slavery " is not a term against minorities, for when we are born, we are all slaves to the
system,
Allowing ourselves to bowled over, like the world was built upon masochism.
Now, here me out before you think I am calling for a rebellion of a sadist nation,
I do not tolerate discrimination, it doesn't matter what your color or creed.
You will always have friends by your side, that will guide you through all of your needs.
Time to take the pain that civilization has endured and use it to put these trivial issues to rest.
I know that if we at least try and use our heart, everything will turn out for the best.
The end of our time will be the worst we will see,
That is why I ask you all to take a minute, stop, and listen to me.
It is time for my defeat to lead everyone else away from this animosity.
If you do not understand anything else, I pray that you will understand this,
Whatever hardships come your way, do not turn and run away, for doing so will play right into
your tormentors hand.
Stick together, unite as one, and no matter what shall come of it, I promise you that doing this
you can fight it all, and then you will truly make your stand.