Best Given Up Poems

All I thought I had I have lost
Just like the puff of powder, they’re gone

At the top of my voice I cry out loud
From my eyes are two fountains forming ocean

City after city I have moved hoping
Yet I am still in my wonderland waiting

I am pulling out strength to make it 
It all melted like...

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I’ve given up the prospects of brick walls
And smoke crawling out of chimneys
Of white snowmen and Christmas trees
I’ve given up hope of these

I’ve given up on Oxford and New York times
Places where people do things with their lives
I’ve given up on seeing the Eiffel Tower
Or travelling on planes to wherever I want to

I’ve given up...

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Look at my face, battered, BRUISED 
U say I mean a lot to YOU? 

How can that BE? 
It’s hard to SEE
Thru these black eyes of mine……

I cain’t COPE
I need some DOPE
I’m better now since I’ve given up HOPE
I just don’t KNOW
How I PROVOKE
What you do to me……

I crave a PORT
My time is SHORT

Know what...

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Lying around in the middle of the city
Urine all over her skirt
Flies enjoying the aromatic smell of it
Shame no more bothering her
She has given up on life.

A woman whose beauty was once every man's dream
Life has tossed her apart and left her to rot
In the scorching sun
Paralysed by the unpleasant situations of life
Poverty prevailing.

Tears melt...

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I have given up for lent
Pate de fois gras
Lobster thermadore
And Beluga caviar
Well in a way 
I’ve never had them ever
But I won’t have them
Between now and Easter...

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I am giving up 
I am giving up slowly 
This may be the death of me 
Just have to get out of here
I need to escape 
I been housing all these scars and insecurities 
The walls are closing in on me 
All the pictures and the windows and walls are closing in on me
I don’t...

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Looking through the glass--
Should be better for us both;
Years later I choke
On tears of a faulty choice;
“I have a mom, it's not you”


February 25, 2016...

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When someone just has given up

The spirit that cares no longer,
Has yielded for change.
Without mind nor soul
It seizes to remain the same.
To rectify the times of the precedent:
Would amend its existence.
It’s a parrot’s broken limb,
Useless in till cured.
While the Parrot adapts to the break
For it will eventually heal:
The spirit,
Is left alone once more.
The misty figure,
Wanders...

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The spirit that cares no longer,
Has yielded for change.
Without mind nor soul
It seizes to remain the same.
To rectify the times of the precedent:
Would amend its existence.
It’s a parrot’s broken limb,
Useless in till cured.
While the Parrot adapts to the break
For it will eventually heal:
The spirit,
Is left alone once more.
The misty figure,
Wanders lonesomely
Whilst longing for closure.
Constantly hiding...

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I study my scowl in the back of a spoon
As the Rumbletide ripples in a cup of Joe*
The lap desk that holds it is vibrating, too…
The window is shattered, my boots bumbletied
The knife pricks my neck, right there in the ‘V’
And the fellow who holds the knife is me.
__________________

* coffee

(Just a note – this is...

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I've finally lost 
my self-control. 
No longer hiding 
All of my anger. 
Or all of my emotions. 
Given up on everything .
No longer going to 
Fake my happiness. 
No longer going to 
Act like I'm fine. 
Nowhere else for 
My demons to hide. 
After everything, my 
True self has died. 
So many scars mark 
My...

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And who am I?
Am just another man with another name
With dreams bigger than his height
Hopping for the best
Trying harder to keep the faith
But fire rains on him
The man who prays for refuge
Come tomorrow, lions still have craws

Earth, doomed
Humanity, cursed
Sin, forbidden
Peace, compromised
Order, reversed
Wealth, defiant
Should I do the right thing?
The world doesn’t favor the good

I will still...

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Given Up All Hope

Of things, Trump never understood the scope,
While women, he would gather up and grope;
Always mumbling;
An idiot bumbling,
And on him we definitely did give up all hope.

Jim Horn...

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She was on the ground
Draped over a mushroom house
Almost hidden under poison ivy
I almost stepped on her with my hiking boots

My singing stopped immediately
I was concerned, but not surprised 
For I had run across them before
In glimpses and glances

This one had given up
Her essence was draining quickly
If a wolf had gotten her, she would have...

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No color
No possible brightness
Nor vivid happiness
Just a world devoid of life
A shell 
Staring blankly through a portal
A portal with life beyond
A life he had once craved
Seen as his future
Seen as his place in time
Oh how he had dreamed
Pictured freedom from his tedious existence
His monotonous movements
A crack in the shell
Letting the light spill forth
But tragedy had...

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