Best Dispiriting Poems
You must go on!
Our present is dark and full of sorrow
And fog is blocking our view of tomorrow
But your fate and mine are intertwined
Thus, you must go on, don't look behind.
With your hand in mine, we will reach the moon
And defeat the storms and the heat of June!
Our sinister ambience we shall allude.
And paint the world with a joyful mood.
The caliber of darkness is hard to defeat
Yet, if you stay with me, we will be complete
Our unison discharges a piercing light;
obscurity shall dissolve and we will be alright!
The dispiriting whispers are like asphyxiating weeds
That smother your courage and uproot its seeds
The tumbling fortress of your soul,
Will be restored if you pursue your goal.
Yesterday, when the ships of the world
betrayed us and overboard we got hurled
Remember, how you and I, boarded our dreams
as vessels until we reached those translucent streams.
The promising portrait of the coming dawn
Across our horizons will soon be drawn
Just one more step, don't look away
Witness the birth of a new day!
Florid light from
The heavens glistened down
Illuminating tranquility as such
Shadows veil, so not to be found
Angels would escort her
Along soft moss covered way
Warm breezes of summer
Stirred gentle winds
For a radiant maiden
On a god's given day
A harsh winter’s night
Or a dank, dispiriting day
Of these I speak
The gods kept away
A lover she longed for
Selected I as her last
Surrendering to love's delirium
By her spell I was cast
A lady slipper found
In woods rest solely
A grasping hand
Creates a demise unholy
My angel's wings
Dispatched her in flight
Home to Eden
From a thralldom too tight
At sad times I ponder
Are her thoughts sent my way?
From a radiant maiden
On a god's given day
Slinking away a gaze in silent distress,
by that guarding railings, a light it descends
her mind it flounders in self made heaven
swarms around that verity clean shaven.
Sultry dusk marks again an end,
of whimpering yearns in their flawless defend
his allure ode always in aloft
through entangled vines a place they sought.
Bygones and blood relations, they forsaken
but oh not a fiddle of reluctance it given
it's not wrong to deem the slightest
barriers she breaks to the furthest.
Dispiriting clouds enshrouds her in twilight,
his scenic visage twirls around in silhouette,
ages she will dwell in that eternal solace,
immense love brim full, were they ever realised?
Hopes glimmer beyond horizons afar,
and lingers not a qualm of what destined for,
beguiled always in his limpid purity,
like trellis his arms, she buries in felicity.
It was a life risking war, for tranquility,
Looking for the light, while in obscurity.
Placing goals, where motive was dispiriting,
Seeking warmth, when hope was non existing,
Crafting the road to reach the bliss,
To enjoy some light, warmth and peace.
Mistakes were made, can't be at ease.
Lessons were learned, I won't miss!
While ignoring previous credit,
Where getting closer miles it,
When seeking a non existing fulfillment;
The Bliss can never be convenient!
However, it wasn't just about the progress,
But enjoying each moment of the journey.
Being a perfectionist assumes victory,
But without admiration, misses happiness.
Bliss
majestic, enchanted
delighting, gleaming, mystifying
dreams, thrills, shadows, sadness
nagging, dispiriting, crucifying
downcast, crestfallen
woe
Bright
radiant, luminous
glistening, beaming, scintillating,
tints, hues, ennui, bleakness,
numbing, overcasting, camouflaging,
Unlit, tenebrous
dark
Sky
magical, beryl blue
inspiring, stunning, captivating,
clouds, sun, mountains, rivers
farming, cultivating, purifying,
scenic, beauteous
earth
The water’s calm lay broken by a breeze;
a whisper, yet it shivered ‘cross the lake,
dispiriting reflected hues with ease,
perhaps without intent, within its wake.
In silence, at the water’s edge, she stood
and watched as scenes of beauty disappeared;
dark echoes of a sunset, red as blood;
distorted visions drowned then re-appeared.
Delivered with a faint yet crippling blow,
such consequences borne of careless breath.
Dark seas of salty heartache vowed to grow,
engraved with scars, adornments until death.
As words with thought once bathed a tender heart,
just one without did tear her world apart.
There is no part of life mine alone,
If regarding my whole existence.
What belongs to me is only flesh and bone,
Therefrom this life has subsistence.
Down on the farm I was buying time,
The universe I studied for reason.
Sweetest wine carried me through my prime,
It numbed my pain in every season.
There arrived torturous days galling,
Mainly dispiriting to my mentality.
Yet I operated above whatever was appalling,
I just dared not easily show my fragility.
All this and more, it kept me sane,
Scarcely a day I had without sin.
There was the neglect, and profanity arcane,
Its blasphemous speech was akin.
On a dry creek bed I oft-times laid,
Looking up at the sky in a daze.
Habitually I went there and quietly played,
Literally it was a place I could laze.
Sometimes I caught fresh tadpoles,
Then cooked them in a tin pot.
These larvae's I collected from tiny water holes,
An acquired taste they were hot.
But only to the conversant hillbilly,
I rather was such in an awful rut.
It wasn't something I could flee quite freely,
So in my misery I feasted on smut.
Actually I tried to glance elsewhere,
But I felt like a slave to this stain.
They looked so pretty in their neckwear,
Several were butt naked in the rain.
Across the flat fields cattle grazed,
Completely ignoring the crows.
A vineyard nigh I watched over unfazed,
Lady of plight too would impose.
The grapes of despair I grew there,
Relying on ***** men in chains.
They worked all day till dusk without fanfare,
And none of them had notable names.
It was a harsh country for the folk,
Ye all marked fateful on a tether.
Unfortunates who had no rights to provoke,
Things there were cruel altogether.
The slave tarts I occasionally took,
Most offered no fiery resistance.
But when one did I quickly gave her the hook,
It meant she'd hang in an instance.
Until the grapes of despair expire,
I shall continue my trade of sin.
Down on the farm I expect this life to backfire,
Postulating fears to my hell therein.
Like sands
Through the hourglass
My thoughts percolate
Between instant gratification
And long-term resolution.
Like an unfaltering pool
Of sinking sand
My dissatisfaction agglutinates
With foolish gibberish
To obscure optimism.
Like a withering stalk
My shrivelling aspiration
Matches and clashes
With swelling inertia
Resulting in dispiriting
Deprivation of direction.
Like a valley of ash
My barren essence
Gasps for restitution -
For a preserving elixir
To cogently overturn
The demise of time.
my life was mere existence
inner being barren and lost
a spiritual abyss
I was unprepared to cross
I walked in a winters rain
forsaken by those I loved
my weary body protected
only from the storm above
You knew Your child had wandered,
despair, a beckoning hole
You took me from the tempest
and into your place of hope
dwelling in your home of warmth
my dispiriting chill fades
Your light calms my inner storm,
awareness dawns, I am safe
Tears Got No Pain
For Daisy Kirui
Can you hear the call far the yonder?
The still and clear mystery that afternoon? When Daisy took her heart to see you her son? And...And you still ponder?
"It's over, son, you're the sun... “I’ll keep to remind you.”
It hurts to remember the dispiriting efforts to gauge you, the absurdity, sudden bout of a liar,
and she still saw you her favorite measly "thing"
It's worth no mother's heart away from your pain she took-.
"Whirr your mind and try to shut down the sinking regrets"
The detention of guilt, folding and engulfing, "Son, turn it up, your star is rising"
Daisy made you believe in yourself,
and she turned to be the fairest person you ever met "You're bigger than your wrongs..."
And the tears flew...
And pain- pain taking a toll of staggering wonder Shy, blushed by her charming nature-.
That afternoon, dear son, should render joy.
No longer should tears motion you to run a guilt folding table its joy, rather than pain.
Healthy robust empathy of embryos,
infants,
children
recognizes instinctive curiosity,
absence of apathy.
Active distrust is learned
through parents and schools and religions
and other dispiriting unnatural influences,
as was our history of monotheistic political ownership
divorced from co-invested economic ecology.
I live more curiously,
actively looking and listening for
polyicultural political and economic integrity,
win/win strategic intentions
toward cooperatively owned
and managed healthy wealth
Yet still within anthro-supremacism's last remains
of a climatically dissembling MonoTheistic Creation Story
of human nature struggling against EarthTribe's sacred,
and democratically inclusive, global resilience
Regenerating
and educating animated and curious EarthTribe children
thriving healthy
safely wealthy
wisely co-empathic
within EarthMother's indigenous
re-ligiously synergetic Nature.
As MonoTheistic AnthroMind Patriarchs
actively re-engage
PolyTheistic EarthBody Matriarchs,
we re-connect
re-ligion
re-store
re-visit
re-generate
older RightBrain MuseWays
Reweaving MonoTheistic inter-religious Western history
with Eastern PolyTheistic Trust
in animated
curious
and profoundly co-empathic
universally salvific
and rapturous
win/win co-redemptive
democracy.
If my behaviors,
for ill or good,
are embedded in my belief system,
recognized by internally articulating our apparently shared faith
in social sanctuary structures,
habitats,
safe co-operative homes,
Then my actions feed all my psychological
and economic
and political
and educational
and ecologically imagined co-relationships,
Whether I believe good ecosystemic compassion
is more vital
efficacious
powerful
transparent
vulnerable
than smaller
isolated
autonomous
hidden egocentric narcissism,
or not.
Whether we are logic nurtured children
of positive natural outside faith,
or egospirit neglected negative faithless anti-compassion narcissistic subjects
of our own internal jealous angry GodVoices
speaking Negative SuperEgo words
of denatured depression and dispiriting doom.
Even toxic Creators of forbidding deforesting climates
preferentially prefer behaviors
of and for a more robust personal and social health Vocation.
If behaviors,
for health or pathology,
are embedded in natural exterior experience histories,
then actions feed all polypathic paradigms
for learning compassionately spirited, animated beliefs
in non-sectarian health vocations
swimming in effluent temporal streams of divine nutrition
nurturing humane natural beliefs
widely teaching
deep learning resilient behavioral missions
for sustaining EarthTribe climate life,
healthy beliefs inside as wealthy behaviors outside.
In the swaying middle of a dangerous voyage
To climes of far sunnier look and ripening age,
I often fight the doubts of a death-daring wreck;
Questioning the exact wisdom of my lonely trek.
Not that I midway could my courses amend,
Nor make room for ruings and ebbing hopes;
Or dreading harsher shores first wishes trim,
To cry in sync with sad martyrs' effete tropes.
Verily there’s a shadow where clear roads stood,
And tripping blocks where defter legs easily trod;
There slashing ogres their charging scrolls shout,
To put to rout the wearied walker's untiring mode.
Yes dispiriting detriment picked routes obscures,
With every unthinkable wall and slowing mounds;
Forcing fatigued legs into impromptuous detours,
Which bite with blighting pain and chilling sounds.
The labouring voyager shall move on in truth,
To the dream-born Idylls of his unshorn youth.
In the midst of modern day's fray—
The leaders with dispiriting sway,
—make the youth feel small and humbled,
Their potentials wilted, withered, crumbled.
Education, once a glittering star—
Now merely a launchpad.
The city's fruitless search for jobs
Entices graduates to farm-filled blocks,
Certificates, once signs of our worth,
Now bind us to soil's sun-kissed earth.
We struggle on the land with pride,
—though the dreams are swallowed, denied,
Forcing us to compete with those—
Who never drank of learning's hose.
Oh! Great Spirit,
What nation have we become inside?
Where education's light no more shines.
The bitter fruit of jobless hours,
Turns bright minds into danger's flowers,
—fraud, the fickle fortune-teller's chariot,
Lures many into ritual's dark lair,
Prostitution's shadowed bower.
In this land where hope is strained,
—where life's bleakness is ingrained,
Our nation's youth must fight to survive,
Their future's not a given, but a strive.
In this land where wealth's a shield,
—integrity's a toy to yield,
The lower class is pushed aside,
—their worth rejected, seen with pride.
Offices, once merit's seat,
Now dance to wealth's deceit,
While empty heads with cash in hand—
Lead the masses in a merry band.
Connections, the thread of power,
Weave the fabric of corruption's tower
Memories of those nights at Ekpoma
Cling on to my dreams like bees to raffia palm
Seeking for food to be produced
The Muse said we left many issues unresolved
While we sat around the well at my abode
Pondering what the Age demanded
Uwem was there as were Taye,
Alexis, Broderick and Stephen
We all voiced our consternation over
The non-reforming crusader
And the dispiriting creed of the times
However, we bore no armour to confront the statutes
So, we suppressed our artistic urge
And swallowed their decrees
Like tasteless morsels of cassava
But the Muse insists we were armed with the word
To combat those unfit men who like lice to hairs
Cling to the throne of the masses
Because that was what the Age demanded
Many seasons later, greys upon our receding hair lines
The Age still demands that we speak against
The putridness in the community orchard
Because that which emerged without sourness and carnage
Now festers like a worm-infested sore
In answer to the Muse’s prompting
Troubadours, Brothers and Friends of my youth
When shall we then converge again
Like we did around vessels of sweltering morsels
On the floor of my abode in the little town of Ekpoma
To restore the beauty that the Fathers dreamed of?