Best Misery Poems

On the eastern shore, she knocked on our door
Then drifted away to the west
She then turned north, and steadily forth
With rage upon her crest

As she gathered force, On a steady course
To a land below the sea
Too Unaware, or unprepared
For such a tragedy

Toppling of homes, the...

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I was a man, a cold blooded drunk, as they come.
I lived my whole life in a little house on my dad’s farm.
A broke hustler with a defunct bank account,
My career's future was always in doubt.
I married late, at the start of my forties.
It was...

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When Betty hit the menopause
her symptoms all came on at once,
with her brain fog; she feels a dunce!

At night in bed, the hot sweat pours
and her nightie is soaked right through
she changes; then runs to the loo!

Bill tries to speak and Betty ROARS
as her mood...

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Why do you show me
such treasure,
only to deprive me.

When you are gone,
smoke fills the air,
I'm misplaced in 
the mist of misery,
w a n d e r i n g 
helplessly lost,
masking melancholic 
emotions.

Parasite winds 
bring little respite.
If only they would 
whisper my
mute messages,
blowing tepidly 
into...

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Your name is misery
here to haunt me in my dreams
In my waking hours and in my sleep
Nightmares and worst fears 
of course you can make them come true
For

Your Name Is Misery

You are the demon 
That called himself a dad
You are my illness, my shame, guilt...

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Oh what misery!

The heart- 
an indigent and feral beast
kept in lock down
in an inner cage
for my own good

What treachery dwells
within that creature!

It's wiles, 
it's devious nature
eludes my control

and entices me
to act on
base instincts...

that leave me
in want of spirit,
disillusioned...

My awakening to
sensual pleasures
enraptures me...

I am left smitten
and...

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Note:  Sundowning – Most commonly in Alzheimer and Dementia patients, Sundowning, is changes in behavior that get worse in late afternoon, evening and can even last all night.  Patients may be agitated, confused, unable to sleep; it may appear in other forms of...

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My arms are outstretched
Searching
Finding nothing in this lonely,
Black pit of nothingness

My eyes are tightly shut
I am unable to see
I open my mouth to scream,
Somebody,
Please save me from this misery

I’ve found no way out
I have given up
Please don’t come looking for me
I am lost and forever...

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Look into my eyes
what do you see?
The happiness, the joy,
what about the misery?
Can't you see I'm hurting?
The feeling is plain as day.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say.
Day by day
I hide the pain
behind Blue-Green eyes,
wishing someone somday
will unravel my cheesy disguise.
But...

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This journey of disclosure
The first to this world,
A forsaken exposure
A planet unfurled.

A constant gaze at twilight
To spy just a glimpse,
A distant glance of starlight
The eye seldom skimps.

The mornings have not spoken
All life remains still,
Dawn’s chorus has not woken
Bleak this ice age chill.

A barren place the...

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Tears streamed down her face as she swiftly ran in the woods, saving herself 
from “ Herself “. She continuously wept as she looked around, not finding what 
she was looking for. As she ran faster her heart ached with sorrow, for every 
beautiful image...

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In the shrine of my soul,
In the cathedral of contemplation.
In the temple of tenacity,
In the mosque of mercy…

Beside the rushing riven river,
Beside the thundering towers of waterfalls,
Beside the immeasurable leagues of a lagoon…

Above the depths of despair,
Above the abyss of abject misery…

On the shores of...

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Migrants on the move from violence
their only possession
breath-space on a smuggler’s boat
secured with back-bent harvests 
in pretzel-bent systems
weight of crates of strawberries 
hoisted on hell-bent backs
just trying to reach Spanish-shores’-east 
from Moroccan beach with a camel-mystique
—the seaway west of Africa 
a rags-wearing-flotsam grave

migrants on the...

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A big hole is in my shoe
My front tooth is on the loose
Poor car won’t start today

My best friend just ran away
He’d be better off as stray
3 days now we have no food

Thunder and the rain begins to fall
From the roof and down the walls
The...

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Inspired by the painting by Salvador Dali:
'The Persistence of Memory'

The endless eking out of time
Drains me of my verve
Trying to recall what once was mine
Is any sense of self conserved?
If I could summon just an ounce
Of the energy I need
This state of melancholy I would...

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