Best Desperation Poems
The Power of One
Slowly shadows devour the day’s light,
The silhouette of fear draws breath
From the soul left gasping,
A firestorm of fury gathering,
Like mists of plagues escaping
From an ancient land of sand and tombs
With locusts warning of hope’s starvation
To escort the darkness rising
Turning pleas into ashes – weeping into stone -
Pounding on the mountainsides where sweetest spice
Withers beneath lullabies
Robbed of serenity’s grace -
Flowing furious on fevered winds
Pushing reveries and faith out on a ledge -
Not knowing right from left
Or up from down -
No words of clarity in
In the whirlwind’s barren chrysalis,
To hem in - to constrain -
With invisible shrilling waves of crisis
Whipped up by anguish
That binds the wildly beating, frantic heart,
Like a captured sparrow;
To scoff, to jeer, to overlook,
The single bloom standing up,
Trembling like new leaves on thinnest branches,
Scanning galaxies of prophetic possibility,
Then lean on visionary stars
That shatter with the speed of light
The hovering shadow of inertia’s darkest enchantment,
Sending out the solitary song of meadowlarks,
Still caroling through deafness, not silenced,
Not bending to the ill winds moaning
And the chaos screaming,
To scatter seeds of spring not born
Like unseen winged flyers;
To see beyond and past descending doom,
Into that far and sheltered arbor
With dreams of wisdom and young visions -
Outside the grasp of calamity,
Beyond the dark horizon -
Enticing with an alluring fragrance gather back
Into the benediction of the ever circling eternal seasons
Promising….
Desperation
Crawled across my skin
Gouging out new scars
With it's claws of regret
And leaving fresh gaping wounds
Where the sharp teeth of despair
Sought to gnaw their way down
Into the very marrow of my bones
The guards said I couldn't make it
But, there's one not talking now.
He not talking now.
They’ll find him in the morning
When you hear that siren howl.
I've been running through the bushes,
Through the canyons and the trees.
Through the trees.
I've been running for my life baby.
I've been running to get free.
I'm riding on the night train,
The bus just takes too long.
Just too damn long.
No body there can know me
But the engine knows my song.
I’m going down Colorado.
Two days and I’ll be there.
Coming there.
I gots to find you woman,
Run my fingers through your hair.
Keep out of sight babe,
Stay low until I come.
I promised I’d come.
I’ll be knowin’ where to find you
If you keeps your porch light on.
Now they got those bright lights on me
But the lights they're turning black.
Slowly turning black.
I ain’t going’ back to Chino,
Got a bullet in my back.
Now if you see sweet Angeline,
Softly tell her that I'm done.
My freedom’s done.
But though my broken heart ain’t beatin’,
My soul keeps running on.
I was in a funk,
In a state of debunk
In a state of despair
Depressed and hollowed out
All I could do is just shout
Help me
Help me
Help me Lord God, Help me out
And
In my desperation I prayed,
And this is what God said
My son, my daughter Listen to the Lord listen
He (I) will save you
From yourselves and the wilderness
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
Hallelujah
I will listen
For on the double
I will save you from all your troubles
And the LORD listened; he saved me from all my troubles.
Results in rash or extreme behavior.
I will come down and save you
"Having lost all hope."
I will allow you to float
Just you and I, walking out on water
In times of trouble I’ll be there on the double
If you are desperate for food,
In the means you are starving,
I will provide you supper and settle all your cravings I will bless you forgive you in your misbehaving
a desperate situation
I was in a funk,
In a state of debunk
In a state of despair
Depressed and hollowed out
All I could do is just shout
Help me
Help me
Help me Lord God, Help me out
And...
In my desperation I prayed,
And this is what God said
My son, my daughter Listen to the Lord listen
He (I) will save you
From yourselves and the wilderness
I will listen For on the double
I will save you from all your troubles
and the LORD listened; he saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Psalm 34:6 NLT
My wife and I both worked at a video game store.
They closed and we're not working there anymore.
They closed their doors because of this damn Coronavirus.
We're unemployed and no other businesses are willing to hire us.
We got our twelve hundred bucks from the Government but we had to pay a hospital bill.
We're in a sinking boat and it's going down fast, I wish that the Coronavirus wasn't real.
Our families and friends can't help us and we need cash.
I'm so desperate that I'm about to do something that's rash.
I need money because I'm out of a job.
I'm in a liquor store that I intend to rob.
I just pulled my gun on the owner and he has grabbed his gun as well.
He just shot me in the chest and in a moment, I'll be sent straight to Hell.
My wife will get my life insurance money because I'm going to cease to live.
Please talk to my wife on my behalf, please beg her to forgive.
"I'll not hold onto scraps of paper
love notes folded origami
brain confetti from last year
I'll not hold on, (for long) my dear
I'll not hide secret dried up flowers
slips of some things 'till tomorrow
never sipping sweet fruition
for it seems, my intuition
proved me wrong again.
I'll not remember your cologne
or spray it on when you're not home
and while I'm at it I'll forget
just why I loved you then...
and yet...
I kind of wonder what you're thinking,
if you need me, if you're sinking,
Maybe if I called this moment
it would save you from some torment?
Maybe if I saw you daily
sang our song on mix tapes, maybe...
you would then remember love notes
you would think on all you then wrote
How you loved me 'till tomorrow,
How we shared our joys and sorrow
So, perhaps, it's all worth saving
even when you're misbehaving
Maybe we should just get married!
Get a house, a bouncing baby
Mortgage life, dear - call me crazy...
as long as you just call me."
Well...um... did I get the part?
Today, he is sledding iced streets. A city's rain yet freezes on roads here; every lad's pastime
DESPERATION V\S PASSION
Desperation gives you coup de grace
Passion leads you to reincarnation
again and again.
Desperation goes in vain,
Passion makes you reign.
Desperation takes you nowhere,
Passion is boulevard with future
to lead you everywhere.
Desperation is Satan ,to kill.
Passion is Jehovah,
makes you to live.
Desperation makes you to cry in pain,to loose.
Passion makes you to smile in glory,to win.
Desperation is cortege to life,
Passion is bar mitzvah of bairn to live.
Desperation doesn't take care of its preacher.
Passion take care of its preacher,
of its own.
Desperation in-signify you with lackadisical,
Passion signify you with alacrity.
Desperation is path of cowards,
Passion is path of warriors.
Desperation take you to addiction,
Passion takes you to sanity
to reach the soul.
There once was a sponsor named Brian
Whose goal was to fierce toe the line.
But then he met Nancy
who's whims caught his fancy.
Now declaring her win is just fine.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
:)
And just in case there's any doubt, this is submitted with the UTMOST of respect.
Namaste.
As the circle starts,
Storm clouds appear,
Ahead of the road,
A plenty of a tear.
Muscles scream out as the stars charm the unbroken eyelids of the fit.
Fybro has hit!
Find it hard to sleep, the pain gets deep,
Find it hard to sit, for even a little bit,
Find it hard to hold, painful to the touch,
Find it hard to communicate, this hurts so much,
Just want a normal life is the cry,
Anything I will try!
The Drs look to the sky, not knowing why,
The drugs get eaten like pie,
Nothings working as the nights keep me tossing and turning,
Finally, I find what I am yearning,
The release of the pain,
Its been driving me insane,
A week later, fingers crossed I am in the clear,
O no! Storm clouds appear,
As the circle starts.
Only five minutes can seem
like eons to a man trapped
in an elevator with
his mother-in-law.
April 19, 2017
My Endless Crying
By Hakeem Omer
My endless crying—
I don’t know where to start.
From a present full of pain and fleeting joy,
From a past darkened by too much sorrow.
A few spots of light,
Moments of happiness—
They disappeared in the ocean of my sadness.
Remembering them makes me smile.
Back when I still knew how to smile,
Before I sank into the hardship of life.
Many times, I want to cry.
Sometimes, I want to scream aloud.
But then I remember the voices from the past:
They used to say it’s shameful for a man to cry.
They used to say men do not cry.
But I say that’s a lie—
No one cries as hard as men cry.
No one cries as much as men cry.
We cannot cry publicly.
We must hide our tears.
Men are good at hiding their pain and tears.
They are told to remain strong.
But they cry when they are alone.
Their tears are too precious to be seen.
If only the walls could talk.
If only the eyes of men could speak.
If only their tears could tell their story.
If only the pillows on their beds could whisper—
They would say how much men cry in the dark.
Is it my fate to cry forever?
Is it my destiny that every path I take ends in pain?
Or is it my mischief on earth, and this is my punishment?
I care no more.
Whatever is meant to be—let it be.
Let the angel of death land in my world.
Let them take my soul.
Let them end this endless sadness.
Let my eyes rest and shed no more tears.
Let my heart grieve no more.
Let my sorrow come to an end.
Let people in this world care for their loved ones.
They should know—men cry when they are alone.
They need someone to wipe their tears.
They need love…
Not to die alone.
Die alone…
Desperation,
overwhelming
the only sound is
weeping, weeping, weeping
Dark shadows
o’er taking, suffocating
feel it
looming, looming, looming
Tired and broken
losing the battle
tire, tired eyes
seeping, seeping, seeping
Tears, soft and hot
down saddened cheeks slide
onto heaving breasts, heart
booming, booming, booming
Remembering warmth
security a myth
for now there is only
sleeping, sleeping, sleeping and
weeping, weeping, weeping.
The greed of money, has created so much pollution
and overconsumption, of the earth’s material resources
as money has blurred their vision, for the right solution
to solve all our problems, with the right logical thinking
All of this has given us, a lot of health problems
because it has caused, so much inequality of life
to which is why, we have so many society problems
as money is the problem, for us to be in strife
There are many humans, around all our grime
who always struggle, with the stress of life
so out of desperation, they turn to crime
to relieve their stress, to have a decent life
Caged
Ill-fated dreams caged in the sphere of
doom drowns in tears
Reawaked by the horde of indescribably
old unforgiving monsters
Facing fierce demons taunting the heart
battle to resist then go forth
Still forsaken and purposely condemned
by his rapidly corroding self-worth
Penned: 12/26/2021
9:00 p.m.
Lake Worth, Florida
USA