Best No Hope Poems
Every day starts with a hand full of pills,
medicated; he has no hope of thrills,
his life is Spartan, without any frills.
My visits are his only source of joy,
he looks like a man, but he is a boy,
and gets all excited over a toy.
He loves his father, and I love my son,
but all too quickly, my visit is done
and he can hardly wait for the next one.
Seeing him smile tugs upon my heartstrings,
he's an angel, and though life clipped his wings,
he's learned to live with whatever fate brings.
(Tristich)
7/20/2018
Yesterday some things happened that were not so pleasant to talk about. My
dreams were
shattered as if I had never dreamed, my children grew up so fast and the
laughter became
silent.
My loved ones died, I cried, and cried out without hope, friends used and
deceived me
one by one. struggling to pay rent barely making ends meet.
Never looking ahead wrapped up in my past, wondering how long this madness
would last.
stuck in a time zone feeling lost and all alone, Knowing somehow if I did'nt wake
up I
would soon be gone.
Not trying to make any changes, blaming everyone in sight, not moving ahead
walking
around feeling as though I were dead.
I was holding on to yesterday with no hope for tomorrow, bringing my own self
down in
the valley drowning in my own sorrows.
So now when I glance back at yesterday I will always remember, if I continue to
hold on
to yesterday, I will have no hope for tomorrow.
Popeye blew his smoke screen;
Trying to take away a favorite girl
And the man must consider asking== Popeye;
Just what is it exactly that’s in that spinach?
Has it fermented or maybe you just lost your mind little man.
Then with his best Irish baroque Popeye becomes a leprechaun;
As if maybe the luck of the Irish might be enough to;
Get to this fine specimen of womanhood.
One thing for sure he’s going to need a hell of a lot more money;
Maybe he ought to spend his time looking for that illusive pot of gold first.
Spinach breath goes on about how lucky the man is and;
How much he wishes he could be like him.
And the woman she’s thinking when I dance with a man;
I like to put my head on a man’s shoulders not rest my chin on his head.
And so it must go coming from the shire yet searching in the clouds.
I blindly stumble on finding myself neither with direction nor familiar path in aimless pretense there is yet purpose to my life - though is evident to all I am found lost within the barren territories of my own mind, void of reasonably presented logic and run aground with no hope of home. My soul in constant outcry as one lost in the darkness of abyss searching in anxious wait there be reply more than my own echoed refrains of haunting plea.
Through dissection of the past I slow the hands of time in flailing attempt to take deep notice of my failings, tracing through every act resulting in sorted outcome with hope that new found revelation allow reversal of such transgressions which lead to result of this hell in which I now exist. I search a morning sky to find no sun upon it, containing no light no dark no color no passion - devoid of life or signs therein for I am blinded by the emptiness of a life without you, overcome in my longing to once again fall into your arms and experience your love and your grace.
Moon Stars Jupiter and Mars are removed from this lifeless life to which I am now chained.
This harsh stone of reality and my own brokenness bind me as I am cast into the sea of the vanquished separated from the ears of god that my anguished cries be not heard.
My Love, my Hope my Goddess further from thee I have never been with loss unfathomable even when presented in compare to history’s well written walls.
You have with your withdrawl withdrawn my world from me
I've spent the last 7 years trying to find a cure for whatever's wrong with me
The sickness in my head and heart that nobody else can see
The sickness that caused a craving for something i could never find
A sickness that escalated every emotion in my heart and mind
People thought I was attention seeking and completely insane
But what they didn't know is I only did those stupid things as a way to deal with pain
My heart aches for something to fill an empty feeling that won't go away
My brain aches for answers about why I turned out this way
My family gave me the strength and faith to make it through my teenage years
My mum and dad were always there to protect me from my fears
My sisters were there for me too But thought my choices were wrong
I was always to jealous to keep our relationships strong
My relationships have always hurt me and I ended up in pain
They all told me to go kill myself like my emotions were just a game
It didn't matter how many people loved me it was still never enough
So instead of loving people I started loving stuff
I started loving computers, mobiles and everything I could get
I got credit cards and loans I put myself in so much debt
Still the empty feeling was taking over every aspect of my life
Erasing my ability to feel happiness at all and putting me in strife
My family thinks I'm getting better but what they do not know
Is when I am around them I do not let my sadness show
I try not to show my boyfriend but It's too painful to keep my feelings in
So now along with misery and anger i feel guilt for the way I've treated him
How do I know if it's worth it the amount I always try
Maybe this pain will never end, maybe I deserve to die
My diagnosis says my brain was under developed so now I can't deal with pain
I also can't deal with being alone I was destined to turn out insane
I was destined for money problems and drug addiction too
My sickness controls everything in my life, everything I do
I wish My brain couldn't Think and my heart couldn't feel
Maybe feeling nothing would would allow me to heal
My diagnosis says it's not likely to recover so I know I won't be fine
My diagnosis says everything will hurt me, There is no hope for a borderline.
Stuck on an island of no hope
You're stuck on an island, what are your choices
Hopefully the seeds in your head are good voices
First look towards the rising sun for direction
That was easy. Now look for shelter and protection
Now think ... if mosquito a breeding near water
You best look for an area that's dry my little squatter
So look for a cave, or an area out of the wind
Keeping in mind that those palms are godsends
And look towards the fauna for twines, roots and leaves
To make bedding, clothing or anything else make believe
To my little squatter this won't be easy, I'm not going to lie
You might have to suck it up-on worms, parasites and fungi
That is if you want to survive and see another day of hell
To my dear squatter ... is anything I'm saying ringing a bell
The point is you need to use your ingenuity and know how
It's not that hard to use a rock to a stick to a bow an arrow
It's not that hard to use a rock to a stick to make a fire
And who knows you might catch a fish or roast a sire
Personally I would also leave a note to kin
Scribbling on wall to give them closure that you were a has been
See you need to be thinking. Don't let the elements get to you
As life's destiny screams and wanes in brew
My last bullet in the chamber would be to burn the island down
So it sends a signal that it's hey me come rescue me, I'm still around
Oh I'm so smart. Yeah right.
Above all keep your chin up, speak to the Gods or your mama
Like mama thank you for the voodoo doll spike and all this drama
Okay that was a joke, the point is you need to keep your spirits up
As you drink out of your last supper's cup
Okay that was a joke, too, my little pup
Enough of the jokes. Words to the wise, though, keep out of the sun
And have fun.
connie pachecho
1/13/17
No life can exist without hope
As hope is the candle that lights this globe
Give all those around you love and care
Let peace spread here and there
Smile to your life and never be sad
Forget about the problems you once had
Never be jealous and never hate others
Try to love your life even if it bothers
Open your heart to all those around you
Love them and help them even if they do not do
No life can exist without love, care and hope
As they are basic needs in that globe
In the world I live in, I cannot practice my religion
The god I once worshipped is gone
In my world I cannot go pass the border
I can no longer see what’s at the outside world
My family cannot make their own love
Their definition of love is what our ruler tells us
My ruler treats us as puppets;
But my people think we are his children
The way our children were taught is false
We are banned from learning about the outside world
We are taught that the whole world is our enemy
I still believe deep inside that the world is good
Our only punishment is death
We cannot ask for mercy
In my world there’s no such thing as real happiness
All I see is darkness
All I see are fake smiles
All I see are people suffering from hunger
All I see are people asking to die
In my world there’s no hope
There will never be democracy
There will never be a savior that will end all this
I wish…
I wish I can live on the other side
Where there's no violence
Where there's food to eat
Where there's a quiet place to sleep
It’s already too late….
I’m stuck in hell
That I cannot change.
witch hazel has come
the ghosts are green with envy
how blue their spirits
10/22/2017
Whatever is in your cranium can be swept away with a broom.
For a larger cerebral cortex, there is apparently no room.
Since you came into the world, you have been like a mushroom.
That is why since your birth, you have been a boomboom.
I should learn to be more
tolerant.
Before I really get hurt.
The things I could tell you.
Will only satisfy my thirst.
I'll be reducing to another level.
But that doesn't mean ****.
I'm handed a shovel.
To clean up a bit.
My time is getting near.
I've waited my turn.
My body is boiling.
And yet again, I will slowly
churn.
This light upon my face,
Is indicative of no hope.
Just you watch and see,
Me barrel down the slippery
slope.
I finally found an end,
To what I thought was always
right.
Now I know the answers.
Now I have to try.
Don't bother trying to tame me.
I know what isn't true.
There's no hope for humanity.
The only thing I knew.
A question has an answer.
The answer isn't you.
Take a step backwards.
That's what humans do.
I would like to be not a hater
And it would be great,
But I met you a week later
than it was too late.
I guess, everything did happen
how it used to be,
And Cupid's got useless weapon
as it seems for me.
Oh my god, it could be groovy,
But you did pass
without hesitation through me
and there's no us.
the dispassionate color of no hope
has only walls of empty bedim white
the statutory color of no hope
has manifestation of a smudged life
the offended color of no hope
has mud stained dimming souls
I have destroyed the rest of the poem
so that, to say
that when i am destroyed there will be
no more words, that I will be able to write...
and you can not have them as
i can not have just-us
I doubt myself,
And all my worth,
I hate this life,
And curse my birth,
No need to wait,
For my 6 feet of earth,
I’m already dead and buried,
In this hearse I call skin,
'Cause I’ve laughed for so long,
While I’ve cried from within,
So laugh with the cynics,
At all hopes that I’ll win,
'Cause victory is an illusion,
A mirage I can’t touch,
Why should I delude myself,
With visions of such?
I’d rather die a broken cynic,
Before using hope as my crutch.
The door of my heart is closed
Love don't live in these walls any more
The walls are built on betrayal and hate
There is no room for love and hope
Darkness has taken over my soul
I am drowning in self-pity and defeat
No saving grace in my dark sea
Death is calling me
I am living but no life within my soul
Death is my salvation my only open door
There will never be a light in my heart again
My heart is a seed with no root, it's a stone
I have no emotions
The angle of death speaks to my soul
Loneliness is the gate to the grave
I am standing at the gate of darkness waiting on death