Best Depths Of Despair Poems
Sometimes..
Life can be a silent serenade,
a sequence of
sentimental eyes
and
deep sighs..
Contemplating… Why?
I guess..
It is just another sad poem,
but with a different pen -
bleeding
sorrow,
afraid of
tomorrow.
The atmosphere is a contrast,
between black and blues.
Trying to let go of
reminiscent hues,
an artificial smile,
hiding a regretful persona.
In solitude
when you sit
and listen,
you can hear -
a crumbling heart,
and uncontrollable tears.
Lost in depths of despair,
surrounded by the smell of bitter fears
and
I don’t care,
about the songs mad birds sing
only my silent
serenade.
In the shrine of my soul,
In the cathedral of contemplation.
In the temple of tenacity,
In the mosque of mercy…
Beside the rushing riven river,
Beside the thundering towers of waterfalls,
Beside the immeasurable leagues of a lagoon…
Above the depths of despair,
Above the abyss of abject misery…
On the shores of a sea of self-doubt.
As close to me as my heartbeat,
Nearer to me than my own blood,
Concerned beyond the call of loyalty
About my welfare…
The state of my psyche…
And the health of my heart.
That is where you are,
Where you remain,
Where I will always find you:
Precious Friend.
When fate pulls at my haiku of heartstrings,
I curse the syllables of my poetic musings.
If I do not express my sorrows,
how will petals blossom in my garden?
Upon the midst of bewilderment,
lost without a bosom for a sanctuary.
Life can cause confusion;
seem somewhat an illusion;
when the mind only sees disillusion.
Upon the depths of despair;
placed upon the ledge of melancholy -
legs dangle, eyes stare into random space.
Absent thoughts have no demand,
yet the soul is insistent,
but, all that is seen is darkness;
charcoal horizons with no guiding stars,
with the moon obscured by dull smoke,
jaded eyes simply wonder why.
What has become of me?
I despise the voices controlling my head.
I'm afraid of the images they've created.
Who will save me from this ludicrous lucidity.
Can anyone prevent vicious vines from suffocating me?
Vertigo seduces the mind,
influencing it to leap - but it has no faith.
Below lies an endless void,
a collection of human delusions;
an abyss of crushed expectations.
Heaven's broken arrows rain down,
blood dripping with fragments of broken dreams.
A reminder of another false pledge -
the final episode of a heart's connection.
Flames of hell prepare to scorch me.
Sometimes growth is like a stream,
that has lost itself in an ocean.
No identity, misplaced and alienated,
so it dies a slow death.
A sigh can only become deceased,
when a heart does not beat.
So, why do so many die
when the water of existence is in your hands?
In the marketplace of life,
each merchant will give you a different price.
Some will try to sell you dreams,
others, goods on false pretences.
Be careful, not to give all your emotions
away to the first bidder;
life is an auction -
don't let the auctioneer play with your heart.
Sometimes love is an unpredictable enigma.
I'm tired of living around gambolling gambits,
who's games condemn a soul to suicide.
But, little do they know,
I am a master of self deprecating.
The greatest of all pretenders,
suffering from a poison mistake
that lives with me forever.
I am able to move one’s spirit to the pinnacle of joy or drive it to depths of despair.
Not a chore to evoke passionate emotion--convey love, hate, life, and death.
Within those four small words lies our meek human existence all told.
To omnipresent Alpha and Omega, of what core lies between?
Now I sit with pen in hand to ponder many words of wit.
Gift to paint, not I, yet may cast an image to mind.
Bright lavender fields coax the amorous duo
to mingle with its deep, heady scent.
Amidst wet sewage soaked dirt
a filthy small child lays
weeping for mother
a bloody heap
close by.
See?
My!
The glee
holding words
Make them express.
Giving wide literate detail.
Understand to hold a soft heart.
Else never will you touch one’s soul.
So this is merely the lone reason I compose.
Excitement and warm sympathy and fiery passion,
within many a sorrow and tears and friendly persuasion,
in absolute care I do write and lay my psyche upon each page,
then wonder at length the primary purpose of such artistic endeavors.
Who among the world’s populace might gain an insight from what I scribe?
Does this really matter at all; since rarely, if ever, is it what one says… but how.
To David …. The One With A Lion’s Heart
I never knew you...
At least this side of eternity…
In a way though….
I did know you….
I recognize your heart…
I know the pain of the struggle…
To keep one’s head above water…
Trying not to drown amidst the pain…
Tired of going under…again and again…
Weary of struggling to stay in this life…
Wanting with all one’s heart to be free from the pain and struggle…
To be with Jesus…the Lover of Your Soul….
Running free in the fields of heaven…
Free from the torments of this life...
I know the pain of being confined to the “healing hospital”…
Where one’s dignity is taken away…
Where one’s voice is not heard...
Where no one asks “why?”…
Where you feel alone and scared and misunderstood….
I know the pain of no one understanding the depths of despair…
That life is too much…too hard to continue the journey...
You were a sensitive soul…
You felt deeply and passionately about life…
Your heart ached for those whose voice was silenced…
You roared like the mighty Lion of Judah…
For those who could not roar….
You felt the pain and suffering of the weak and broken…
David…you …a protector and warrior for the down trodden…
You …a man after God’s heart…
You knew His Heartbeat…
You.. so loved by your family and friends...
You were broken…
You are healed and whole now….
Your heart is free from pain and ache and longing…..
I long for the day when I can meet you …
Face to face…spirit to spirit….
And give you a hug….and say…
Words that I wished I could have said face to face to you on earth:
I know…it is ok…I understand…
You could not hold on one more minute…one more hour…one more day…
There is no condemnation….no blame..no shame...
Rest now…in the loving embrace of your Heavenly Father…
You are so loved…..
You are home now….
by Elise Hendry
December 9, 2018
In Poetry I Find Salvation
It has saved me
from the
depths of despair
that emanate
from living
in this world
It has taken me
to a higher level
where I live
in freedom, happiness
enjoying each day
as it slowly passes.
It has
opened my mind
taught me wisdom,
enlightened me.
I need it
like I require
food and air,
am grateful
that I found her.
Without faith, we can sink into great depths of despair
unable to rise above our delicate fragile mortal frame
When the waves of life come crashing in we falter
and give in to immeasurable weakness;
Drowning in our sorrows we meet up with our doubts
and give pain more power then we could afford...
Through faith, we can shatter those false illusions and drop
to our knees in prayer asking for forgivness and restoration
Written by : Liam & Mystic
God's warriors of old...
September 6, 2017
The twists of fate drive deep
on a sleepless winter's night
drowning in the depths of despair
wondering if you were ever really there
Free floating away in your fantasy
as the hint of whiskey hits the brain
surrendering to a soothing smile
and succumbing to the cherry grain
I'm the ice melt evoking all your flavors
that you would never dare to throw away
drink in all of me this finest hour
and into the night I'll wash away your grey
Confusion is something that's hard to explain,
It's the depths of despair the heart of a pain,
It's the burning sun and the freezing rain,
The darkness, the light that has shone in vain.
A throbbing desire that just can't be denied,
Like listening for loved one’s voices who've died.
Thinking of ways to escape when we've lied,
The muddle of schemes in the mind not yet tried.
The worrying about love, life, death and war,
The wanting, the grasping, the aiming for more,
Trying to make out we're rich when we're poor,
Unsure if our values are worth fighting for.
Doubts come to taunt us when we've aimed too high,
And clouds of confusion mist over the sky,
And we sink down so low that we refuse to try
To get up again and ask ourselves why?
Ive danced with the devil a thousand times,
disowned my family and commited crimes,
lost relationships and lived on the street,
and still i would not accept defeat.
Ive created so many different personalitys,
adapted my life to so many reality's,
Ive fort,lied,stole and blagged,
picked butts off the floor when ive had no fags,
and still i would not accept defeat.
Ive trusted and lost,lost and trusted,
been in a house when its been busted,
begged money in the street from total strangers,
put myself in life into all sorts of dangers,
and still i would not accept defeat.
pretended to be someone im not,
taken drugs and lost the plot,
anything in life, just to fit in,
lived a life of every day sin,
and still i would not accept defeat.
ive pushed anyone who cared away,
women who loved me i would play,
selfish,malipuative,unpreadictable and devious,
self pitying,scared,depressed and mischevious,
and still i would not accept defeat.
A driven desire in search of happiness,
self sabotaged,lazy,scandalous, and shabbyness,
drank every drink there is to drink,
depths of despair i had to sink
and still i would not accept defeat.
Life is beautiful pain
Suffering is seldom a choice one would accept,
Why change a custom in which you’re safely kept.
Personal and spiritual growth can come with a toll,
Though benefit you will in your mind and your soul.
Pain is perfection allowing you to heal then grow,
If not for the bitter the sweet cannot glow.
Imagine a life where every meal is ice cream,
Imagine being burnt but not needing to scream.
We may plunge from great heights into depths of despair,
Now look at those around you and see what you share.
There is joy in the purest most intangible of things,
Sharing a blanket or hug and the warmth that it brings.
Beauty like a rose is the more precious for the thorn,
A Rhino’s just another mammal save for its horn.
The majesty a crack of lightning brings to a storm,
Your senses on fire when spring begins to dawn.
Struggle and strain make the winning worthwhile,
Take the first step soon you’ll be running a mile.
The pride you will feel can never be replaced,
After fighting and beating the troubles you faced.
If you're lucky enough and suffering comes your way,
Heed these sage words and let follow what may.
Don’t walk with blinkers on for fear of getting lost,
Open your heart to experiences no matter the cost.
Date penned - 22/05/2018
Theme - The rapture of this life
Contest - Let Your Pen Drip
Sponsor - Broken wings
As a soul free falls into the celestial mist
A distant star will dim its light
Its luster vanishing into a black hole's grist,
Yet dawn will inhale a cosmic breath
To ease the darkness of the depth of death
As the soul takes perpetual flight
How deep the grief which brings the tears
And heavy the heart laden with sorrow
Yet the pain will surpass the years
As the depths of despair take its toll
Shattering what was once whole
And scattering the pieces into the morrow
Lookin' back now to where I've been
I've walked beside the "infamous" to the bloody end
I seen the criminal commit the crime
I did my share and did my time
I led Satan's people straight to the gates of hell
I fed off the scum at the bottom of the well
Just to be awaken in reality's grip drenched in sweat
Yet I can't honestly say that I have a single regret
I made it from the depths of despair to what some may call the top of the world
I've been everything from the "low-life" to the lost girl
Yet I had to walk the line
Decide which path to leave behind
They say there is no hope for the one smokin' dope
I beg to disagree
What about me
In life it be not about what you've done
People care not where you're from
Can't live by what you once were
Can't hide behind fear of what may occur
Release the sorrow
Live like there is no tomorrow
Stand up for your destiny
It takes more than the truth to set you free
In the depths of despair I sank fathoms down
so deep suffocation filled lungs with defeat;
in the darkest of hours no light cracked the shell,
no matter how much I would plead and entreat.
The world turned to ice and froze me right out,
snaked into the marrow and writhed in the mind;
I dreamed of a time when the final cut
allow me part company with humankind.
When all seemed so hopeless and curtains would fall
a ray pierced the blackness and shone at my soul;
and gradually, achingly found where I live,
lit up my life and eclipsed the black hole.
A meeting by chance, a random encounter
put back the sun and turned me around;
you never can tell who's a guardian angel,
or likewise the source of salvation be found.
Hope dangles on a string, ephemeral in the air;
A slow spinning of redemption, with secrets to unfold,
Winding in and winding out, its mysteries entwine,
Like tendrils of smoke from a candle divine;
In the depths of despair, where darkness reigns,
Hope emerges like flickering flames,
Guiding me through the shadows of doubt,
Whispering of a brighter tomorrow, without a shout
I cling to this fragile thread of hope,
As it winds its way through the maze of life,
Leading me towards a distant light,
A beacon of promise in the stormy night
With each passing moment, I hold on tight,
To the hope that dances on the edge of sight,
For in its delicate dance, I find solace and peace,
A fleeting glimpse of a future where worries cease
I watch as hope unfolds its wings,
And soars above the chaos and the din,
A symbol of resilience and strength,
This is a reminder that even in darkness, there's a length
I am a captive of the beauty of hope,
As it sows its magic through the fabric of my soul,
A cloth of dreams and aspirations,
A spark of light in the darkest of destinations
I embrace hope with open arms.
Letting it guide me through life's storms,
In its gentle touch, I find fulfilling grace,
Promising of better days, worthy to chase
So I'll hold on to hope's fragile thread,
As it leads onto the path ahead,
For in its whispers as well as its sigh,
I'll find the courage to rise and fly…