Best Despondence Poems
I am a little blade of grass
In the desert of life
Trying to fathom what the world, for me, has
Other than misery and strife
I try to survive everyday
Trying not to wilt
Will I live to see another day
Or towards death, will I tilt
Don't have a friendly pat or a lover's caress
In this desert, barren and vast
Not even with a smile does anybody bless
Nor a kind look does anyone cast
As I try to hide my little tears
Beneath tiny drops of dew
I yearn for just a day sans my fears
Just a day with a happy hue
But the scorching sun burns relentless
To it, my life is nothing but a farce
I draw in my last breath, in this world merciless
What was I after all? Just a blade of grass
Categories:
despondence, depression, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
The Christmas Story
The Christmas story we were taught so well
And it’s a story that we love to tell
Tales of sweet angels who excitedly
Permeate sky with song beautifully.
On the unforgettable holy night
The star of Bethlehem was shining bright
Gleaming o’er the place of Jesus Christ’s birth
Born to save the souls of people on earth.
Will the light shine for us this Christmas Day
Will the darkness finally fade away
Earth’s in unrest that’s gone beyond control
Lord we implore you to save all lost souls.
The world is in need of peace for healing
From the anguish it's people are feeling
May this Christmas abolish all hatred
With hearts filled with love we will achieve it.
We must find the will inside to survive
It's love and trust that will light up our lives
Born for us, Jesus died for our sakes too
A gift from God above to me and you.
Life’s become harder for some of us all
Gone are joyous days when life was a ball
Despondence just keeps on coming our way
Pray that changes because of Christmas Day.
+*+*+
25th December 2022
Categories:
despondence, christmas, day,
Form:
Rhyme
Cleaning for a yard sale, it was that old envelope she found
The envelope worn and frail, but the ribbon around it still bound
A tear coming to her eye as she knew what was inside
And the memories she couldn't deny, as she sat there and cried
She began opening it, but then she stopped and just thought
In being unable to admit, there is no peace in what she had sought
She laid it on the bed, then went outside and began to pray
All those thoughts in her head, all those things she couldn't say
Her anguish and her pain, all cleansed from her heart,
What could she explain? It was no fault on her part,
It was he who had broken up, his very last letter,
She wished he had spoken up, she would have felt better,
Three years had gone by now, since his last correspondence
To God alone did she bow in her deepest darkest despondence
His words she knew by heart, but wished for a second chance
To forgive him and have a fresh start at God-given romance
Unraveling that bow, and one last time reading the card
It was time to let go, even though letting go would be so hard
Keeping her forgiveness as prime, her painful bitterness was gone
No more frozen in time, with God's gracious help, she moved on.
Categories:
despondence, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
DESPONDENCE
promised to return
by tomorrow and left, but
that tomorrow fled. .
09/02/17
Second place
Senryu On Sadness Contest by Laura Loo
Second Place
2 or 3-line poem contest by Brian Strand
'Bite size Poem No. 3
by Line Gauthier
Categories:
despondence, grief, lost love, sad,
Form:
Senryu
I left him
I left him on journey
of life, since then peace and love have
fled wiping all colors, only to
rue in tears. My dream screams
on his quest in despondence.
05/18/19
'your Favorite poem from May, 2019' contest by Julia Ward
Categories:
despondence, dream, lost love, love
Form:
Verse
Cleaning for a yard sale, it was that old envelope she found,
The envelope worn and frail, but the ribbon around it still bound,
A tear coming to her eye as she knew what was inside,
And the memories she couldn't deny, as she sat there and cried,
She began opening it, but then she stopped and just thought,
In being unable to admit, there is no peace in what she had sought,
She laid it on the bed, then went outside and began to pray,
All those thoughts in her head, all those things she couldn't say,
Her anguish and her pain, all cleansed from her heart,
What could she explain? It was no fault on her part,
It was he who had broken up, his very last letter,
She wished he had spoken up, she would have felt better,
Three years had gone by now, since his last correspondence,
To God alone did she bow in her deepest darkest despondence,
His words she knew by heart, but wished for a second chance,
To forgive him and have a fresh start at God-given romance,
Unraveling that bow, and one last time reading the card,
It was time to let go, even though letting go would be so hard,
Keeping her forgiveness as prime, her painful bitterness was gone,
No more frozen in time, with God's gracious help, she moved on.
11.10.19
Categories:
despondence, emotions, forgiveness, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
Why should one linger on futile desires
That simply manifests to despondence
Prospects markedly dire by fate's decree
Sans prudence, this foolhardy submission
Afflictions from this overwhelming pain
Of something simply unobtainable
In vain, we seek materialization
Of a fruitful, sustainable, closure
Morbidly, we muse on these reveries
Our inclination for the elusive
Compelling us to never cease belief
Subjecting ourselves to punitive woes
But, our persistence grants us description
For without ambition, we may languish
Categories:
despondence, loneliness,
Form:
Sonnet
Sounds of silence
I lay flat on the smooth lawn in reverence,
Gazing at the sparkling assembly of stars in silence,
The wind blew peacefully leaving flowers in a gyrating dance,
The ducks floating on the water in the river so tense,
The usually tranquil doves quivering cold on the parks’ fence,
Naughty monkeys making love in an ecstatic trance,
As if in protest, the gods send heavy rains,
The monkeys froze on the fence as if fettered by chains,
I lay there as the rains broke the sounds of silence,
Soaked with little streams meandering in grotesque despondence,
I lay there in virgin admiration and adoration of Mother Nature,
Mother Nature and sounds of silence worthy of standing ovation,
My conscience wonders, my soul ponders, my mind shudders,
Always when l lay on this smooth lawn in reverence,
Gazing at the sparkling assembly of stars in silence,
Listening to the serenity of the sounds of silence.
Categories:
despondence, appreciation, humor, summer, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
Not I, Then Who
Another blood bath. A bubbling bunch of innocence
Shot down by an ogre, in brutal arrogance;
A busy mutter ‘The system is in pits',and done,
All sighed, time and again, lost in deep reverence …
By lesser mortals a girl was quelled bestially, a mere decadence.
Lost her life on board a bus, a public conveyance ;
said the folks again,’The system just feeds political hunger.’
Once more all sighed, time and again, in wrenching grievance.
Thus, (we are) reclined in the cradle of excuses in ample luxuriance
Till one day a hurricane pounces, triggers petulance,
holds in whirls of life’s misfortunes. No trace of poised elegance.
No sophisticated statements. No thick and proud prudence.
No fondling of excuses in hands; Only pangs of helpless despondence.
No claiming of those laid back excuses over forfeited chances;
From all angles, volumes of consequences pry in variance
No systems, no excuses; only victimized throes teem in abundance.
Categories:
despondence, angst, people, time,
Form:
Quatrain
Death of a Dream
by Amy Swanson
Time
existence
goes by
*long drawn out sigh*
gray transforming
overbearing
the happy
once joyful
exuberant bright cheerful eclectic
becoming shadows
misty vapor
rising to the sky
fleeting...
gone.
Days gone by
weeks
and
months
and
years
motions of life
crowd out
emotions of life
This unrecognized yet all too familiar place...
This is where dreams are born.
This is where dreams die.
Spark of light
soft golden
struggles against
darkened mire
hope's ashes
faith's grief
love's despondence
Marigold hue
charred
sphere of night envelopes
Streaks and smudges
of pride
vanity
selfishness
cruelty
deface life's canvas
once glowing brilliant
-- now torn and tainted.
This unrecognized yet all too familiar place...
This is where dreams are born.
This is where dreams die.
Silence...
utter chaos...
sheer madness
consuming life -
they don't know.
They don't care.
They go about
*busily*
trading dreams
spiritual riches
for material fantasies
built with air.
Colorless
consumes the bright
one small spark
daring dream
chasing burgeoning shadows
until exhausted
extinguished...
no more.
This unrecognized yet all too familiar place...
This is where dreams are born.
This is where dreams die.
Categories:
despondence, angst, depression, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
BIPOLAR
Buoyant joyful spirits
but a garb, tormented
binary mind, prey to
betraying, grave mood swings.
Brazeness doth give way
brusquely to despondence;
blues to sadly, hold sway.
Date Aug 16 2016
Name of contest
PleiadesB
Categories:
despondence, betrayal, blue, cinco de
Form:
Verse
Melancholy
Glum despondence
Drifting, dreaming, mourning
Cycle of unending demotivation
Dejection
Categories:
despondence, life,
Form:
Cinquain
Wondrously divine in its transcendence
God’s love* affirms kindness of providence
Radiating tender mercy’s resplendence
Defying any counter evidence….
My heart does claim with grateful confidence.
Marked by compassionate condescendence
Christ’s love is offered with heaven’s credence
Midst His sacrifice against impudence
Asserting biblical jurisprudence…
My faith accepts along praise-filled prudence.
Wrought with sovereign superintendence
The Lord’s love marches through grace-incidence
Redeeming those in sin-guilt despondence
Pardoning them from confessed decadence…
My soul receives midst earnest dependence.
Blest to grant everlasting residence
Saviour’s love gives hope of trust’s precedence
From hell’s eternal evil dissidence
Imputing righteousness with peace cadence…
My life owns against selfish diffidence.
*1John 4:9 In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
January 21, 2022
2nd place "This or That, Vol 9; Title Chosen: Transcendence" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/25/2022.
Categories:
despondence, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Monorhyme
EarthMother grows impatient,
despite her curiosity driven
cooperative inviting polyculture
reconnection with SunFather's Great White
monotheistic climate
of Patriarchal-Capitalist classroom activity
RightHand saluting
salutary competitions.
Your historic move,
S/He dissonantly
defiantly intones,
from sacred polytheistic peak experiences,
inherently dipolar co-arising,
not monotheistic judgments
punishing bipolar sick people
for manic/depressive original sinning
Missing win/win marks
is also a monoculturing move
away from sacred arts and scientific
metaphysical traditions
favoring polycultural communion
fueling resiliently cooperative health care
systems
networks
creolizing organizations
synergetic incorporations
Swimming
and floating
and flowing
and flowering
Indigenous Wisdom
more accessible
and engaging
and attractively organic
than a mere secularizing staid set
of Patriarchal-Capitalist
win/lose survival of the strongest dogmas
resisting sharing wealth
Outside your monotheistic
dualistic secular v sacred dividing
bipolar nature v spirit
as body v mind dissonance
Rooting in traumatic win/lose
zero-sum
closed entropic lose/lose despair
Degenerative despondence
loss
stress
trauma
predicting cosmic existential
climate dopesick anxiety
Wrote EarthMother's neurosensory
bilateral systemic theology
for multiculturing
metaphysical review
Win/win re-connecting
inter-religious panentheistic
empowering incursions
into WHoly Nature/Spirited
Enthymematically enlightening
health is positive wealth
less frightening
physical/metaphysical resonance
eco/theo-logical excursions
toward health/wealthing polycultural resilience
Noticing
when we come together
toward health care giving
and receiving fair wealth share,
One organism's health religion
is another's multicultural wealth
of co-empathic conscience.
Categories:
despondence, culture, earth, education, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Another poetry reading.
I arrive late and drop my phone in a workshop.
I capriciously retrieve it and slink to the corner,
My notebook and pen
Poised and ready
For my muse to be resurrected after
A long hibernation.
This is why I am here,
To absorb through omosis
Inspiration and guidance
By the brilliant featured poets
(clearly stated in the festival program)
Who grace us amateurs with their
Published verse and professional advice.
That is the reason I tell myself
And everyone else,
But, I also have a secret agenda
Which causes me to compulsively
Scan the faces and profiles of each
Audience member
In workshops, open mikes and the main lecture hall
For one specific person,
an ordinary man,
With dark hair and eyes
Who I once loved.
It has been three years,
But the need to see him makes my mouth dry
I want to have an awkward conversation
Peppered with stilted small talk and profound subtext
Which my posture, eye contact, tone of my voice
Clearly indicates:
I still look good, don’t I?
I don’t want a reconciliation,
Only an endless moment
(Like a scene from an old movie)
Where we wistfully stare into each others’ eyes, and
Fused with old love, regret, longing
I telepathically communicate:
I am so happy we were together once,
Even though it ended with us acting like
Two toddlers throwing tantrums and telling lies,
It took me a long time to move on, but I did.
Day passes into evening,
My heart leaps and sinks in my chest
With hope and despondence whenever I glimpse a man
Who has a similar jacket, hair color or hat
But, he isn’t here
Instead, my notebook fills with quotes, notes and poems.
My thoughts become occupied with
composiing chap book of poetry and
Taking a writing class.
I finish the day
With relief and confidence that my muse is alive
and I can write again
and that is enough.
Categories:
despondence, introspection, lost love, love,
Form:
Narrative