Best Despondent Poems
Each walk along the cobblestone of night
reminds me how gladness becomes gloom
a despondent lesion from a heart,
while star-beam winks without a flare.
Here trembles a skyscape in the cold
as our affection in gradual leaks drains ,
and near winter too icy lingers,
that numb senses against it endure.
Although this moment denies to grip
one dedication tainted with a stoic end
as forward crawls our harrowing rift,
where a vanished dream lies , concealed.
For with this acceptance of loss, I pause,
yet, a graceful beat remains in frost that glows,
to triumph over reminisces stinging,
and stumble down like passion undone.
Contest of Silent One
11/3/2020
~ one of my last poems after my absence
from soup, 2020-24...I had to take a leave
from life , from a battered heart
that needed change...
Of all the treasures one can own,
The greatest of these is love.
You're loved by me and many more
And by your God above.
Sometimes we must turn from ourselves
To fully understand
The loveliness surrounding us
As bounty from His hand.
Take heart my friend, you are needed
On this earth God has made.
Whether as sunflower in the sun
Or violet in the shade.
Each and everything has a place
In the greater scheme of things;
The mole burrowing under ground
Or eagle with his wings.
God loves you and is well aware.
He knows how deep your pain.
No matter how long the journey,
The road will turn again.
One day lasts twenty-four hours
And not one minute more.
Your ship is sailing with the tide
And soon you'll sight the shore.
The storms of sea will be behind
Despairs and fears all done.
Take heart my friend, we're here until
You new day has begun.
By: Joyce Johnson
If you look deep into these sad hazel eyes
You'll see a man tormented mirrored in the sands of time
Clinging to the last strand of sanity in his burned out mind.
Living out each day choosing to believe the lie
Of dreams coming true while they pass him by.
You'll see him hiding always from societies stares
Locking himself away from anyone who cares
Keeping forever buried the pain he bears
Never venturing outside with a smile to share
Leaving his existence to the world unaware.
A loner from birth on a cold dark night.
Left alone and unloved no future bright
Beaten down and shamed and full of fright
No ray of hope in the distance burning bright
To save from dismal days living out his plight.
It was so many years ago he quit questioning why.
When his heart had hardened and his tears had dried
Why he ended this way, a good life denied
So he just accepts his fate with a heavy sigh
Sits back in the old rocker and waits to die.
Oh, sad moon,
you float
alone
in what used to be,
your cloud nine,
looking down
despondently
at me.
I remember
your illuminating glow,
so gleeful at twilight.
I remember
the smile
you wore yesterday
when billions
of your friends
shared the sky
with you.
But tonight
the sky is starless
and you're now so blue.
Smile, moon.
Smile again!
I'm here.
I'm a friend
Submitted for...
All Yours (Feb 5) Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written: 02/04/2021
Shaky steps prevail when I proceed down further,
Cloudy skies overcast when I want a clear weather,
Good that it rains for it hides the tears as it crawls,
Down the cheeks and then to the ground as it falls,
I smile even when I cry looking up at the sky,
For I am a vagabonded chap forbidden to fly.
I often stay awake all night to see the sun rise,
Hoping to be strong and a bit more wise,
With the same old sun brings a new day of hope,
I want life to get addicted to the happiness dope,
But hopes remains and sadness again creeps,
When I overlook the past with mere lonely peeps.
I can here prank chats and back biters tease,
For the coffin of my soul that I took on lease,
They pin me each second to check my breath,
They measure me each day to upgrade the coffin breadth,
I know the world doesn't want me around,
When there are many wise men to surround.
I know my value isn't much than that a pebble in a pot,
I know my value as I don't pretend to be what I am not,
But I am also a being with flesh and blood,
I also drown when the world suffers flood,
I am also harmed with earth facing trauma and disaster,
I know I am a slave so I never try to be anyone's master.
dungeon imprisons
crestfallen wrenched loving heart
lovelorn gentleman
4-20-2016
No proof in the way I lie
The feelings concealed I only deny
Testing my strength at seventeen
Realizing thirty-five is not a dream
Circling vultures in the sky
Waiting for the dying to die
In my head it's the same
Circling around is only pain
Waiting for this feeling to subside
Like wind swept clouds from the sky
Holding on is so deranged
Stubborn pride must be changed
if ever i grow despondent
about this, that or the other thing
i simply cast my thoughts to the millions
to whom it seems i live as a king! @
From on high, only by Him
How throned o'er, thought of?
When as prompt, through each flash
Rainbow's, ray's, re-sent
The heartening mercy!
The heart-warming love!
To believe, must we bear
Full-faced God's descent?
Genuine Fecklessness Exemplifies Despondent Creature Because...
Lackluster life lived
as each subsequent day,
a carbon copy
of the one before,
though far from
being clinically depressed, this boar
ring guilt ridden Capitalist decries
mass consumerist paradigm
satiating the whore
rub bull Lady Liberty, where more
disinclination arises, per
crossing upcoming birthdays corridor
January 13th finds
increased repugnance being part
of materialistic culture club
as hellacious tore
char, implied societal behavior
expects blind submission
subjected to glore
re: us lee spouting
hallelujah nauseating your
every five senses to accept
point blank, Nee pay adore
ration, asper goyish gaiety bon jure
blared, foisted, and
lobbed upon every
man, woman, and child of society,
which imposition, this
outlier doth deplore
as an avowed antiestablishmentarian
to thee very core,
of my being, who
experiences continuous ab hoar
rent theoretical strings
of disappointments pour
ring down (like confetti)
from on high, viz directly
linkedin as nonconformist eyesore
from cradle to... when,
me cremated ashes get scattered,
though right now... still technically
alive, at least... I think so
(despite not yet),
being gratefully dead...
nearing three score
years, yet upon
my demise wherefore
welcoming relief against
(feeling like the oddball),
shares his glumness
weighing me down, where
every step an arduous chore
his compunction being open to explore
living off the grid, or
alternatively joining thee dacor
oven intentional community,
cuz he seems severely mismatched,
where vast material consumption,
especially accentuated with
holiday season heavily pitched
to spend every
last red cent, (and beg
borrow, max out on credit, or steal)
to splurge for
expectation to endure
the helter skelter frenetic
Black Friday and Cyber Monday
fire sales kindling
a bonanza galore!
DESPONDENT SOIL
red soil, in a
hell hole, it was
shoveled, and the
hued cones, see the
borders, i am
waist-deep, in the
sewer, and by
waste-deep, i am
troubled, in a
cesspool, of woe
3/10/2017
Rob Carmack’s Lyrics III contest
*waist and waste - spelled 2 ways for effect.
*Inspired by both the contest song and my neighbor’s calamity
despondent
these feelings invaded,
conquered the very soul.
shards of sadness line the road
where, loss can lead to madness.
words offered barely pierce stout
walls, erected to protect her, from
good intentioned hoverers,
too many to be mentioned.
she can not hear nor see the love
that family, friends proffer
all her thoughts are frozen still
upon the loss that caught her.
these words won’t mend things
broken now inside this weary breast
yet heart strings spun then woven
can truly make a nest .
I wish I could plant happiness in your heart and heal you of your despondency. I'd place affirmations of loving peace and contentment in your mind. I'd say things like this and that hoping it's not for naught. What would you say if all your sadness disappeared overnight?
You'd no longer have nightmares. Just think, peaceful slumber with compassion wandering throughout your dreams. All you need to do is reach out and grab onto the love then hold on tight. Its purpose being to protect and preserve your soul for the future. Look inside, too, I know it’s there!
I'd also be sure to include some sweet grass and mock orange blossoms to fragrance the center of your hope with confidence. So be sure to touch them and feel their softness and take a deep reassuring breath when you do. It will set you free.
I'll exchange the darkness with love and life to comfort the place in your memory where your way was lost. I'll take your hand in mine and read you psalms 'til you fall asleep. There I'd leave you in God's loving affection until morning light where you're never to broken to begin again.
Uncooked grains of rice caked our apartment.
Dug themselves into my pliable plantar aspect
I welcomed you from the bottom of my being,
Into my soul,
A friend that made me feel whole.
You dreamt of delicious dishes dancing
In the taste buds of those you loved,
An acid trip of flavors meant for those
Whose love you longed to savor,
But never did.
You died just a kid.
Twenty-one years full of
Unrealized dreams and the
Omnipresent discomfort you felt within.
All the while you smoked away your
Smile that I still picture,
No matter the number of miles
I drive deep between my ankles and
The skyline of Philadelphia.
At your funeral I wondered
Of all those years we could have plundered.
Would you have been the best man at my wedding?
Would we have had a falling out?
Would you have found the woman you loved?
There are many things we could have talked about…
As those loose grains of rice
Free themselves into my footsteps.
I pound the ground into paddies,
And flood the fertile ground
With a deluge of despondent tears.
A future with you was uncertain,
But one without you is full of fears.
I am leaving trail of scattered rice fields
So you can find me again, my dearest friend.
Top is above the bottom up is never down circle in. a square?
4/30/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©