Best Dispair Poems
I see a weary coxswain
That steers a crooked boat
Across a sea of madness
With endless empty hope
He searches for a memory
Of what was just a dream
In clouds of misty mayhem
And winds that howl and scream
He looks among the folly
And the prayers he did not pray
His heart is filled with passion
For the star that turned away
So when then in a lifetime
Does one's soul at first appear
To soften such a jaded heart
And silence all the fear
written - 2022.08.25
Entered in Brian Strand's Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Love or Despair
By Charles Gerald Patrick Chard 2nd
Chevra Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
Feelings of Love arise again,
Is Love in the air?
The feeling if sharing and caring?
Is Love in the air?
The warmth of love, the tender passions,
Is Love in the air?
The sweetness of a kiss, the hand in mine,
Is Love in the air?
The need to be with that someone special,
Is Love in the air?
The heated passion of fire within,
Is Love in the air?
Two bodies meet as one,
Is Love in the air?
The loneliness when we’re apart,
Is Love in the air?
My thoughts on what we share on my mind always,
Is Love in the air?
Or am I setting myself up for despair.
That homeless guy
Thought I was homeless too
How grand it feels
To belong.
There is hidden in the night
a pretty madness
You can find her, you can hold her
in a dream of sullen sadness
As you sleep beneath the one remaining star.
You are bidden from some height
of petty feeling
To condemn her and to scold her
just to send your vengeance reeling
Then you wake no longer knowing who you are.
You'll be ridden of the light
You'll be stronger, you'll be bolder
You'll be leaping through the ceiling
When your mind's driven afar.
You are nothing, you are nil;
Of complaint you've had your fill
You have given up all will
To forgive, to love, to kill.
Do you struggle with burdens?
Are you drowning in despair?
Does a web of negativity permeate your air?
When you travel down life's roads, on your journey, that quest, and God
has clearly put you under deep duress.
Remember those beings that you swatted like flies,
those people out there that you demonized?
Wouldn't it be a wonderful surprise to find they might be
angels in disguise?
It might not just be people who loved you and you loved,
what if it was also those people you once snubbed?
Calling all angels. I know I've had a few.
We can't always see their wings but they hover near you..
Be some body's angel. Soften a heart that's known betray.
You might earn those angel wings before you go away..
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>A mothers son was taken away,
To live with Grand Parents not that far away.
Im sure it must have been a hard thing to do,
To know you have a son that cant live with you.
Im not to sure i could be that strong,
To go through life and not reclaiming your son.
I know the reasons must have been hard to undestand,
By this young man, trying to comprehand.
As one of his brothers, it took me twenty_four years,
To know we were related, to try and understand his fears
That he must have went through every day as a child.
Not known his parents, not hearing thier call.
But through all of this, he has grown up proud and strong,
Never once condeming, but excepted what went wrong.
To me that shows character,thats above and beyond,
I know in my moms heart, she had reclaimed her son.
For it was in tear filled eyes she told me one day,
George is your brother, but she could never say.
She told me she loved him in a very special way,
And that she was sorry it took so long for this day.
This one strong warrior you know lays down his sword. Sure there's still talent but it's all muscle memory now which is just going through the motions. Pain used to be an old friend but it's all mum's now I see things clearly but yet it's like walking through a hazy first. This existence becomes too tiring. I lay my body down and pray that when you think of me that there is one good memory of me!! The Original Johnny Rancid is Outtie 5000 Gee,!!!!!
Why cast a shadow of darkness
Why cause pain that I never did seek
Empty this cigarette carton of disease
Out into blank existence
Why shower with love only to
Douse acid in return
Why grant neutrality only to ask for a democracy
Empty this spoiled milk of misfortune
Into bleak existence
Why emotions that feed like cancer on healthy cells
Why love when death grants heartache
Empty this bile of disgust into something more
Capable
I am unwilling to hold to the bullet holes
Torn garments to tie off bleeding wounds
Soaked in sorrow the bleeding never stops
Why do I exist when misfortune finds me as its
Welcoming mat
Set blaze to this darkness, give me a tourniquet and not a
Torn garment.
Give me peace inside of my head
Save me from the grasps of negativity
Save me from...
Me
11/13/2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
Throw it into the void
Maybe someone will read it
Maybe someone will love it, be moved
Prolly not tho
Do you think if I went out back and stood,
Where the clean green lawn meets the wood
And whispered softly in the night air
I’m not afraid and I know you’re there.
If I wished hard enough, do you think
The fae would steal me away with a wink?
And take me up with them to the sky
That blue abyss where fairies fly?
I’ve had enough of the human planet,
I’m ready to eat the pomegranate.
When they ask my name, I’ll tell them straight
and accept my role as a foundling playmate.
I’ll swim in a puddle and dance on the moon
My dress is a gossamer cocoon.
At the end of the day when I’ve had my fill
I’ll go to sleep in a daffodil.
Will the fairies come? My wish was earnest,
But the waiting leads me to despair.
I’ll have to finish my mortal quest
If they leave my Earth-bound body here.
The damage is catastrophic
The wounds are just too deep
The caffeine doesn't affect me
The pain just puts me to sleep
The weight that is upon my shoulders
It is just too heavy to bare
The things I can't do because I'm older
Leave me solemn and full of despair
The cure has not been discovered
So I'm doomed to die the lonely one
The ache in my laugh is colder
And my eyes sight just like a gun
The reason why I don't care now
Really is none of your business
The words from my mouth I swear now
I just do not like your existence
bmdavey@ 12/8/2022
the homeless people
alive in cracks we avoid.
each displays no grace nor glory.
We turn our backs, are so annoyed.
Worn overcoats over scrim pajamas,
angled hair and leather-ed skin,
bags and bottles are their bangles,
we’ve become loveless manikins.
some have singing voices.
souls beautiful yet never heard.
some lay choice-less
all have only what we deserve.
there are angels among them
Sent to check on you and me.
watching, waiting for any kindness
To save us from what we deserve.
What do we know about the homeless people?
Sleeping in the cracks that we avoid?
Those who seem to have no grace or glory.
We turn our backs we’re so annoyed.
John K. O’Zemko
Revised 01-13-2023
02-19-2009
It was the last day of the beginning of the end.
There were 4 last men from the 4 corners of the earth.
None knew the tongue of the other
None knew the face of the other
None knew the life of the other
They only knew the world was at its end.
Death, Destruction, and Despair were all about them.
Blood, Bodies, and Beliefs fell at their feet
As they left up their heads to the sky in anguish;
All 4 heads bumped together.
As they raised their arms to the sky,
all entangled one another.
As they fell in humble prayer, all their knees buckled,
bumped and bounced off the other.
As their flesh fell away from their bones,
it all flew away with the wind
As it carried their last moan back to the
beginning of men.
~~~w12072019
I have hate in my eyes and shackles on my dreams,
Every day my hope repeatedly tears at the seams
I hear you whisper to put up my fists, but its these struggles that cut up my wrists.
Nobody here wants me, I'm wretched and alone
but I guess it doesn't matter, its the only life I have known.
Love and sorrow are conjoined at the hip
They are the same emotion
They have the same pulling in my chest
And the same hopeful dispair