Best Despair Poems

In warmth I lay, the hearth aglow
the winter winds do softly blow
and with the moon’s pale silver light
I sink into the arms of silent night.
the blankets soft the room so still
a peaceful hush a restful thrill.
I close my eyes to dreams I flee
embraced in calm… so blissfully.

But hark—what sound—what eerie cry—
a tremor stirs beneath my...

Continue reading...

When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.

Twilight shimmers in orange,
red clouds float above,
preparing for blood rain.

Lost to ponder,
I contemplate and wonder
why the symphonic sky
showcases shadows of ghosts

as a
susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.

As words lose
innocent connotations
I find no use for speech.

I drift into my
silent reverie - 
but release through poetry.

Wild...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

How proud they put them on display
Two thousand of the first of fortyk
There President Bukele did say
They’ll live in the jailhouse for decades
he went on boasting, in jail it’s judgement day,
as he held his glass of brandy toasting
inmates, suspected violent gang members 
moved to a new mega-prison in El Salvador
Transferred to the Center of Confinement...

Continue reading...

The heart pulsates with times I remember
So pained to my soul you have become
My eyes see cold ashes without ember
As tomorrow fades from view, I succumb
Buried lonely inside, where silent tears flow
Love seems fleeting, carried by a sad wind
While it glides beyond farthest reach I know
And claims the untraveled distance within
As nights begin to merge...

Continue reading...

I despair at writing poetry
I'm not sure I have the skill
Just can't seem to find the words
Or bend them to my will

It's hard to sum up what I mean
And make it sound succinct
So as a poet should I stop
And quietly go extinct?

Should I lay my pen to rest
And let it gather dust?
But something seems to...

Continue reading...

Dawn's rays burst through gray clouds
Though evening's bitterness lingers
She struggles to shake free of tear-stained, satin shrouds

Each morning, so much effort just to rise
But lips part to flash a much-needed smile
When she opens the door and ventures outside

A sparrow had nested in her hanging flowers
High-pitch chirps alert the world life has renewed
And gladly does she...

Continue reading...

In deepest, darkest depths of my despair
I find myself without a saving grace. 
A pendulum of pain prevents my prayer
from rising upward through the dead of space.

Within these walls a war where no one wins 
repeats itself just like a worn-out rhyme. 
No swain should e’er succumb to swinish sins, 
for he who does the...

Continue reading...

How I am torn from even thinking we could be more
What reason do I have to change what we already are?
I make an effort to stop myself from overwhelming you,
And the next moment, you are all over me,
As I, confused, welcome your playful caresses…

And when I offer my own touch, 
You quickly, shyly decline,
With a...

Continue reading...

Triangles of half-open doors
Reveal all the truth that is hidden:
Just condoms and cans on the floor,
Black papers with verses, forbidden -
Unfinished remakes of the song,
Deprived of the right to speak loud
Of wicked intentions gone wrong -
Erasers have muffled the shout.

The only illusion-proof mind -
A poet, the voice of despair,
Sincere, the one of this kind
Throws verses...

Continue reading...

No– shadows do not love
the angles of your face.
Reflection in a cage;
the mirror— enemy
in atmosphere of age,

no.. shadows do not love
the smoother skin of youth.
Your worries; furrow wears,
a trench where troops retreat,
—accumulated years.

No! shadows do not love
mascara and soft light;
distracts from sense of time
and wishes drowned in wells…
damn clock’s incessant chime—

no, shadows do not love
the...

Continue reading...

I am the mind disturbed that thinks it’s well
euphoria surfs, dysphoric swells
perfect storm before the cresting wave
felled the confidence of the brave

I am the liar that catfished hope
Stole from a random heart that couldn’t cope
Love leaps, faith jumps, joy follows
Suicide upon the maddened rocks below

I am all the tears that fell
Abide in the hidden depths...

Continue reading...

Existence

World is a drama stage,
which has a dwimmer screen,
that can trap you with a
net of desires.
Several stories, diverse roles,
pretending folks, everything is fake!
So why do you shed tears 
for these ungrateful peeps?
Love is a phantasm, 
which starts with a thirst 
and ends up in a despair!
Life turns out a desert,
if you are not alert.
Do you...

Continue reading...

From The Saddest Depths Of Bitter Despair

Within this heart love born
once beloved now scorn
fills each little crevice
life seems out of service
bitter cold turns the wind
dark sets its pains to send
Alas! Loneliness reaps
broken shards into heaps
while moonlight will not shine
on these blues I now dine
and the aches seem endless
here, I am now friendless
  dark on...

Continue reading...

Darkness And Despair
By: Neva Romaine


I surrounded myself with all manner of things
That brings in a semblance of cheer
The lights are bright, the noises are loud
No time to think or fear

But then time passed by-all distractions have gone
Nothing further to fill empty space
Dreaded darkness again...and I am alone
Am I doomed to this forlorn place?

Making every day,...

Continue reading...