Best Depressive Poems
Dancing prancing
cry cry cry
Whirling twirling
die die die
Up on the roof top
Laughing with maniacal glee
Saddest moment ever
Keeping this to myself, as you can see
Shopping, buying everything in sight
Wishing someone would unplug me
Or turn out the light
Life of the party, collecting strangers all around
Falling fast, and hard, maybe to never again
Fully be found.
Dancing prancing
Cry cry cry
Bi-polar fun.
Why? Why? Why?
EVOL UT I ON ... NO 1 TU LOVE
(The Eden Agenda III)
I have loved most everyone, yet so few have loved me back.
So much good I have done, but suspicions aroused, they attack.
How I so long to drown my sorrows and drown in a tank of arrack.
Is it that they are taken aback, or is it ‘true love’ they truly lack?
How can one with so much love get so little love back?
As long as I have lived, I’ve lived to love so long as I’ve loved to live.
But how can I live for long in a world that does not love to give? ….nor has love enough to give?
Surely I must grieve.
…Or perhaps I shall evolve to no longer believe in all that I perceive.
Therein lies the urge for the surge of my dirge.
Rejected of love, subjected to hate - now dejected with life.
So sensitive that my soul is sliced by the blunt end of a knife.
To whom shall I turn for bandage for these emotional scars?
Even in moments of desperation I’ve looked up to the stars
For out there [I’ve been told] is that which is the Sea of Tranquility,
All I have here is a Dead Sea - in which to drown with my vulnerability.
My shadow refuses to be seen with me - it’s nowhere to be seen at high noon,
Come setting of the Sun, it runs further from me - and stretches out for the Moon.
Why do I not shine such that the Sun beams …and perhaps even squints?
Why do the vultures retch? ….and away from my carcass, the hyena sprints?
I have looked up to the raindrops from heaven - simply yearning to be kissed,
But even they, with accursed stealth - my sad lips they missed.
Who shall cut me a slice of love?
Please apportion a portion.
Who will pour me a cup of warmth?
Please don’t ration the passion.
My spirit is broken, the Spirits have spoken…
The daemons mean to take my life as a token.
Let ‘Caution’ throw me to the wind, I pray;
Havoc, please invite me out to play.
Misery, won’t you hold my hand ….everyday?
Loneliness won’t you be my friend? …Please stay.
Oh, how I feel so low, so lifeless. But then, who cares?
Just another life less….
….another life less
…just another lifeless.
The evolution of my life, I’ve looked at from back to front:
……no 1 tu love.
The creation of my life, I’ve looked, from on high to low:
…….Love from above.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
If I skip sleep and skip my med's tonight
against my doctor's warning, I'll soon hear
the strident voices trumpet loud and clear,
unnerving me,--trust me, it's no delight!
When I'm bipolar I fail to comply
and manias become fearfully near
'til I'm committed three times ev'ry year;--
it's a pain that puts my life on standby.
Life with my ups and downs can be frantic,
a crucible, a challenge, and a test;
at times this mad disease makes me panic
with madness, brilliance, and profound unrest
so frightful; (O God, help me when I'm manic!)
alas, its curse is rapture that's unblest!
Please tell me why do I feel like this?
my life is so good, safe, to most it’s bliss
then why do I sit all day, just weep and cry
thinking that things will be better if I die,
there must be some reason why I feel so blue
someone to repair my sorrow with happy glue
I see no future just sad memories of the past
good things in my life disappear, die never last,
I never dream day or night, they turn to nightmares,
knowing I have loved ones, thinking no one cares
these are just thoughts, a figment of my imagination
emotions of a human being, a cry for love and affection,
I know places of beauty, places that I want to visit
yet my mood and thoughts, my ability they prohibit
my need to write, my need to express how I’m feeling
impossible laying on my bed staring at the ceiling,
knowing that some people have atrocities to contend
people fighting for their lives, can’t just comprehend
here I am drenched in self pity, out of control, selfish
I know for sure one day I will recover, life I will relish,
make a significant difference, weep and cry for others,
pray for peace amongst fellow sisters and brothers,
my problems will be insignificant in the distant past
I will dine on forgiveness, I will find a path to follow
never again will I enter the darkness of selfish wallow,
now all I need to do is exercise my unwanted demons
expel distorted thoughts, exchange for good reasons
I will, I want to make my life better, need to repossess
then be able to help others, their problems I’ll address.
Saturday April 13, 1877
Remove the dagger from my eye;
Apply a tourniquet to my wounds;
Surcease this oozing blood from the-
Depths of my soul;
Deliver me from this pain;
Allow me to live again;
No more motivation ~
Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock...
No more inspiration ~
No one to blame...
But me;
Shall I help dig the hole?
Will you hand over the shovel?
Deeper...deeper ~
No path out...
Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock...
No solution ~
It is now time for the conclusion;
The clock will surely strike-
The Hour soon;
Shall I call it a day?
Shall I leave work early?
Shall we salute with bread and wine?
Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock...
The apples are rotting ~
I will not eat a peach ~
No resolution to this-
Bleak life;
No room for interpretation;
The blueprint allows not-
For flexibility;
Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock...
The murky river runs too deep;
Wipe the sediment from my brow;
Everything so particular...
I drive through a blizzard-
Only to slide...pendulous...
On the threshold of a slope...
Trapped ~
I will never sleep...again.
So it is, I am back again
Woken from the deepest sleep
That yesterday consumed me whole
Today, the fog has lifted
Twenty fours hours make a difference
To take a man out of the shadow
A thousand moments passing
Blink of an eye to the universe
Where as I lay deflated
This morning, rage on victorious
Songs now pour from my heart
Gone, the thick black tar
Sunlight felt a burden
Now I surf its rays
Bird call that was once grating
A weight has shifted
So it is, I am back again
But for how long I ask
If tomorrow I slip under
Accept, the Yo-Yo of the Depressive
Darkness surrounds me
I reside in a black cloud
That brings me closer
To death descending into
a dungeon I can't escape
Should I not awake after tonight,
may my death find me the peace I never found in life.
Me gambling that once held me up now I’m afraid to utter,
has left me really in the dumps and struggling in the gutter.
No more flamin’ pokies will I play; no horses shall I back,
I’m prepared to take what’s red and have it wrote in black.
I fought this flamin’ gambling bug for nigh on close a week,
but missed the thrill of rolling cards and ‘gee-gee’s’ so to speak.
In a last and desperate trial to beat the ‘sirens’ beckoned leer,
I walked down to the local pub and got stuck into the beer.
The barman must have noticed me in this depressive state,
‘cause he shouted me one on the house before he said “Hey mate,
you look like you’ve got troubles!” And I just shook me head,
then told him that I reckon I’d be better off if dead!
“That’s not right!” the barman spoke in his strong assertive voice,
“What about the people out there, who never get a choice.
They don’t give up and want to die; they rally to the cause,
so don’t give up when feeling down and struggling in your wars”.
“Here have another on the house; you’ll probably feel much better,
when you hear this yarn about a bloke who fits you to the letter.
He owed five hundred quid and eventually he claimed,
he couldn't gather up the cash and so felt quite ashamed”.
“In fact he felt so depressed he drove his vehicle so it’s said,
right up to a cliff edge and then he lowered down his head
upon the steering wheel and never moved for near an hour,
and from this point you can’t deny the strength of people power”.
“Folk gathered ‘round concerned and after hearing what they heard,
they held a whip around to help now knowing what occurred.
They handed him five hundred quid which to him was heaven sent,
so he thanked them and reversed, whistling to his heart’s content”.
That yarn did inspire me I admit toward the nature of some folk,
it warmed my heart to know there’s some prepared to help a bloke,
so I asked, “Who were these folk who helped with little fuss!”
The barman poured another beer - “The passengers upon his bus!”
I am manic
Is that dreadful?
Or is it amazingly creative
and freeing?
I am manic
I am me
Depressed. You bet,
Of ourselves I am.
But this side few will ever see.
I will spend my last here-I-Am-days
Building you up
Making you laugh
Helping you feel okay,
Then like Patch Adams and
My wonderful mother-in-law Helen
I will go to the hither and yon.
I will go so stealthily
And my dogs will bark me over the Rainbow Bridge.
Lucky and Blue Dot.com, Nova, and Queenie to name nut a few of the 19
Dogs I have rescued from a pound
I’ll shut myself away
And eat chicken hide
And lettuce and tomatoes
And I’ll show such pride.
Are you suicidal? They ask.
I scoff at that. Even deeply depressed Caren
Likes herself too much to do that.
When was the last time you fell?
The doctors ask me. I think about the time four
Years ago when I stepped onto what I thought was going to be a chair seat
But it ends up both legs were now balancing on the back of a chair.
4 years ago I say proudly.
It doesn’t hit 3 -year- old Caren or 7-year-old-Caren or
9-year-old Caren they ask this because they think we are OLD
We laugh overjoyed
At their idiocy.
Thrilled they do not even see us.
How would anyone deal with depressive loneliness
when even the dreariest thoughts allow great fear?
Hiding in that lonely world seems right for some,
having nothing is giving up everything even love;
choose joy or pain, dance alone or drink a beer:
see others indulge in happiness, refill your glass!
How useless is believing in miracles,
they only happen to the lucky ones;
anyone showing that hopeless mood
can't achieve any goal feeling brood!
I have often delt with loneliness overwhelmed by distress:
wasn't I smiling when all was quickly tumbling down,
keeping it to myself, laughing harder than a clown?
Don't hold anything inside, reach out and confide in others!
I envied anyone who had someone to live for, to laugh with?
Wasn't it too wrong to be denied the right to love and smile?
Was I kept from many wishes staring at stars and not wish on one?
Who believes that we are chosen by fate to be marthyrs from birth?
Manic depressive
3 cups of coffee to keep me awake, astray the train of my thoughts.... Far away, have it your way.
Blue the state of my emotions, like a blue baby please medicate me into a state of meditation.
2 packs of Marlboro to ease the pain, refrain from shame and maybe yes today l feel less insane, though the voices in my head mute, their echoes still vibrate.
1 Heineken into the twilight, l feel so alive, nostalgia as the Phill Collins record spins over and over again like the euphoric state l am in right now, the manifestation of trance music and the mellifluous touch of ecstacy, this is paradise... Nimbus please take me home.
One too many pills, moist the state of my heart, cloudy yawn as lethargy takes over my body, slowly drowsing my stamina...
Dreamland, the irksome journey begins again.
The Manic Depressive Cycle
I breathe into my lungs and soul,
The wind beneathe the bright blue sky.
My spirit stares into the sun,
And burns its passion on my mind.
Through unseen tears I watch myself,
Speak lines drawn from a comic play.
From dark warm depths I tear my heart,
And place it, bleeding, on your tray.
Trump Paranoid and Manic Depressive
By Trump everyone has been annoyed;
Highly paranoid and we want to avoid;
Disaster like Titanic;
Depressive and manic;
Absence from White House will be enjoyed.
Jim Horn
as i stand here against my back
i remind you of the times you fail
i rest my head into my hands
so i can listen to your hell
and when your finished i tip my hat
and challenge the stories you tell
i guarantee it gets worse than that
if you feel the way i feel