Best Despondency Poems
“Blindness separates people from things;
deafness separates people from people.”
– Helen Keller
She sat amongst the gathering crowd.
It was her birthday, you see.
The men were bespoke so proud
and the ladies were dressed to a T.
The table was layered in muted hues
and laid with sundry hors d'oeuvres
on a linen cloth of pinks and blues.
She was a bundle of nerves.
They bussed her cheek and spoke
a greeting she didn’t understand.
She smiled and let her words choke
since hearing was not in her command.
They gave her a kiss and a hug
and whispered secrets in her ear.
She’d reply with a smile and a shrug,
masking that she couldn’t hear.
She lost her hearing months ago
and only a few close friends knew.
She hid it the best she could
for her affliction was too new.
She felt isolated, useless, and weak,
not able to hear or converse.
Looks of irritation or pity were bleak
and only made her feel worse.
Categories:
despondency, age, birthday, depression, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
He had known despair before,
The depths to which it plunged his faith.
Still, His grace lived within his core,
Heaven, he could reach.
Driven, he had borne the fight,
His honor drove him on.
He raised his eyes with Him in sight,
Heaven, he could reach.
Grace showed him so much more
Than hate and fear and dread.
It bore him toward that shining door.
Heaven, he could reach.
Categories:
despondency, christian, faith, heaven, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
"Britches" vitality
Has been like a long but confining
One way street,
Owning periods of both serenity and distress;
Grieving over former capital, changes naught,
For even his imagination on steroids
Cannot restore, though he reminisces;
Dudgeon set in
Upon recognizing that sundry things
Had been devoured by time;
Enjoyable thoughts invariably scatter
Into blackness
Forcing him back into reality,
Where his heart divulges,
That he is, and will remain,
Not as others see him, but as he thinks;
and being old has not been fun!
Categories:
despondency, depression, life,
Form:
Blank verse
With an agitated glance behind...
Your mind began revealing...
Quite and exaggerated illusions...
Mercilessly stressing the horrible inability of acceptance...
Far beyond the hushed ever-green forest...
I long, I yearn for the hour...
The I will be able to stand at your side yet again...
Because Music has no Melody nor Harmony....
If you do not desire it to be...
Please just look at me...
And tell me...
What do you see..?
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Para el nino que tiene mi coarzon y es mi mejor amigo..... Te Amo
Categories:
despondency, love
Form:
You may withdraw yourself from others
Become quiescent or lackadaisical
Disrupt sleep or appetite alter
Feel sluggish or delirious
When the echoes of your parents'altercations
Rack up your eggshell mind
When you avoid people whose company
You've typically rejoiced relishing
Yet you remain part of the quotidian process
That regaling you would your emotions trivialize
The world should revere your right
To confront a loss thouroughly
Convalesce from their turgid prosperity
Immerse your weighty dejections
Schedule some constructive episodes
I can but accolade your approach
To coin a new gist of aliveness
Absorb and merriment apprize
Amend lamenting into cleansing
Strike a joke or be sarcastic
Amass and boast your high-pitched impetus
And above all your insights vitalize
Extoll your bewitching sorcery
And perceive a world better to be.
Categories:
despondency, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Watch as the stars embers fade into streaks of color,,,
From the lightest to the darkest shade...
The skies face splits open into a wide-eyes smile..
As it cries joyously down on you...
The crimson tone of your laughter rings loud and clearly...
You watch the water caress the Earth...
And slowly we return to our underground...
Life with you is all I ask...
Categories:
despondency, love
Form:
A
jar now
mutely holds
washers and clamps,
nuts, bolts, screws, buttons, and the oddity.
It once held the dreams I dreamt and jangled
with hopes, desires
I’d saved, lost
in one
life.
Categories:
despondency, betrayal, desire, dream, feelings,
Form:
Tetractys
I opened my arms and embraced the Moon...
I became intoxicated with the dream of the Arts...
Will anyone else share this life with me?
Tears of doubt trickle down from diamond eyes...
And the smile of an angel captures the last of my breath...
That beauty...
Is beyond mortal capabillity...
Categories:
despondency, love
Form:
With every beat of my heart...
The rhythm of another soul matches the tempo...
As a song is born from two common people...
So shall their love withold...
I captured a star that danced by on a ribbon of light...
It's my gift to you...
So make a wish...
And let that star shine through the Night...
Categories:
despondency, lovestar, star,
Form:
Rain pounding my soul in torrents
Feelings of despair overwhelming
A band around my heart restricting flow
Non-existent love in a world deplete of compassion
Harried existence to a futile end of unacknowledged achievements
A specter in the streets of humanity
Can you see me, hear me, touch me?
I cry alone but I cry for all.
Despair pounding my soul in torrents
Categories:
despondency, depression, sad, socialcry,
Form:
Free verse
I am flung against the drab ashen phonon sky, weighted with ghostly iron clad jaws of bitter winter's grip, biting the feather-flared Doves gravid with fatigue from the ill-laden onerous air. The rough-coated dog with ice-tipped ears had surrendered to the corridor of gutters in the toilsome cold, a fugitive of neglect of his own demise. In this empiric city, a shrine of humankind, vespers of frozen conflict rose up from its bowels, like sweat from otherworldly gargoyle watchmen of stone and mortar atop the surrounding spires of fortune. Beneath the steeples of holy crosses and frozen muted lights, faceless, heavily cloaked phantom transients trudged through half stacked drifts of dirty snow moving farther away from hazard, blinded in their apathy. The grimy yellow cab bedraggled on its mucky, viscous boulevard strained and bellowed as a labored oxen. Desperate, surreal sirens blaring from a distant byway echoed and purged from the back alley resort of homeless, despondent souls, laying like pale-blue corpses in garbage bins that sheltered their weakness - interred in their obscure tombs chasing their fate in a bottle of booze. And I stood frozen in the moment, displaced with the cold reality in my icebound, paralytic soul, shuddering with hurt.
ice laments silence
cloaked in bitter winter's grip
trapped in bitter spires
December 17, 2019
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Categories:
despondency, abuse, conflict, dark, fear,
Form:
Haibun
Bring me solace throughout my life…
Bring me solace after sunset
Bring me solace after madness and strife
Bring me solace when I’m upset
When I’m upset
When I’m upset
Know I’m no longer upset
Sing to me my poetry
Bring me to my knees
Swing me to set me free
Put me straight at ease
Let me be a tranquil tree
In the blessed breeze
Get me to your eternity
Gracefully at ease, at ease
Please be my serenity
Be my swaying deserts and seas
Seek solace in my plea
Heal me, save me, set my spirits free
Bring me serenity throughout this lifetime
Bring me solace upon my frame of mind
Flames of inspiration and desire, this time,
Burns within my passionate glow so kind
Glow so kind
Glow so kind
Know you’re very kind
Sing to me my poetry
Bring me to my knees
Swing me, set me free
Put me straight at ease
Let me be a tranquil tree
In the blessed breeze
Get me to your eternity
Gracefully at ease, at ease
Please be my serenity
Be my swaying deserts and seas
Seek solace in my plea
Heal me, save me, set my spirits free
Strengthen me according to Your liberty
Set my sorrowful spirits to soar triumphantly on
You no longer upset me, for I’m truly free
Like the dusk to the evening or the sun to the dawn
Sing to me my poetry
Bring me to my knees
Swing me, set me free
Put me straight at ease
Let me be a tranquil tree
In the blessed breeze
Get me to your eternity
Gracefully at ease, at ease
Please be my serenity
Be my swaying deserts and seas
Seek solace in my plea
Heal me, save me, set my spirits free
Sing to me my poetry
Bring me to my knees
Swing me, set me free
Put me straight at ease
Sing to me my poetry
Bring me to my knees
Swing me, set me free
Put me straight at ease
I accept these tears
I’ve wept these tears
Throughout my childhood
All over this neighborhood…
Heal me, free me from despondency please
Categories:
despondency, angst, grief, hope, how
Form:
Lyric
There are some,
from birth are marked by melancholy,
The silent shades of sorrow,
are their congenial haunts.
The glades of grief are the only places,
their leaf can flourish.
Others, who through some crushing misfortune,
Being brought so low,
never holding up their heads again,
but go, mourning all the way to their silent graves.
Some, again,
disappointed in their early youth,
Either in some fond object of their affections,
or else in some project of their young ambitions.
Never can dare to face the world,
Shrinking from contact with their fellows,
Curling up their tendrils like the sensitive plant.
In all flocks,
there must be lambs,
The weak and wounded sheep.
Even among the flock of God, the Elect
It is the duty, of those of us,
who are freer than others,
Who found liberation from despondency of spirit.
Be very tender to the weak ones.
Far be it,
from the man of courageous disposition,
Being hard on those.
timid and despairing!
If we have a lion-like spirit,
let's not imitate the king of beasts,
Expressing cruelty,
on those timid fallow deer that fly before them.
Let us place our strength at their service,
Reaching out to help in protection of them. .
With downy fingers,
bind up the wounded heart,
On our hands,
gloves and bandage,
Being there nourishing their fainting spirits!
In this walk of life,
let the unwounded warriors bear their injured comrades to the rear.
bathe their wounds,
cover them from the storm of war.
Being gentle to those who are desponding!
Some deal with others,
roughly handed thoughtlessness,
"Ah," they say,
"if such a one is so foolish as to be sensitive, let him be."
Being sensitive,
timid and desponding is ill enough in itself,
without us being hard,
and cruel towards those who are so afflicted!
Go forth and do to others,
As you would that others should,
in your hours of despondency,
deal with you tenderly and comfortably,
so, deal tenderly and comfortably with them.
Lambs, wounded sheep,
Christ died for each one of them.
Categories:
despondency, bible, christian,
Form:
Free verse
This Distance Between Us
by Michael R. Burch
This distance between us,
this vast gulf of remembrance
void of understanding,
sets us apart.
You are so far,
lost child,
weeping for consolation,
so dear to my heart.
Once near to my heart,
though seldom to touch,
now you are foreign,
now you grow faint . . .
like the wayward light of a vagabond star—
obscure, enigmatic.
Is the reveling gypsy
becoming a saint?
Now loneliness,
a broad expanse
—barren, forbidding—
whispers my name.
I, too, am a traveler
down this dark path,
unsure of the footing,
cursing the rain.
I, too, have felt pain,
pain and the ache of passion unfulfilled,
remorse, grief, and all the terrors
of the night.
And how very black
and how bleak my despair . . .
O, where are you, where are you
shining tonight?
Categories:
despondency, anxiety, best friend, break
Form:
Verse
Late winter
Endless winter
Trees lay bare branches across the grey sky
Their leaves dried by March wind
Brown as putrid skin
Ground squirrels scurry round
Hunting up buried nuts
Some climb trees to very top
Lookouts for predators
Birds don't know which way to fly
A pile of white feathers lay
Where a famished hawk devoured its prey
And three great black crows
Sit in the everlasting pine
With shrieking comment all morning long
This a daily ritual
While at noon one may see
O'er bent the rot and lingering snow
An old old couple
Out with rake and hoe
Trying to inveigle spring
Categories:
despondency, life, natureold, old,
Form:
Free verse