Best Over The Edge Poems
lay down your mind
a moment for me
let's journey together
and we will see
the rise and fall
of many a cause
for reasons perplex
bring us to pause
do we learn from before?
and champion restraint?
to leave our children
with more than complaint?
science has said
there's ten years or less
reduce our footprint
or face final mess
now lift ye from sleep
and join the long line
for we can push change
I know there's still time
rally your neighbors
and vote with your feet
over the rainbow.......
there
we
will
meet!
I am sorry
that when the world stopped
for just an instant
I dropped over the edge
Earth could not keep me
Seas didn't catch me
to wash me ashore
Sit here
with me
be still
ssshhhhhh
I move for you
in shadows
if you look
at walls
gaps of doors
Here I once jumped
thumps remembered
faded through
windows, opened
I once whispered
smiles still linger
in melodies
Songs, dances reverberate
bounce
against walls
through doors
In every breath you take
some love of me
floats into you
fills your lungs
You will smile
love again
***
May 30, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
These men whose empty eyes are bright
As vacant windows set in stone;
Sift through the echoes of black night
When fog and wind speak silence alone.
On forsaken paths and in empty halls
One can see them deformed and hollow;
Like wild shapes that climb prison walls
They hold the vision they could not follow.
Open the door softly, the faceless form
Weaves strands of life into a dream;
When the sun shines through his storm
Little men journey through what had been.
An old bent man whispers to the door
With the smell of death from the grave;
To lift the silence and hear the roar
Of voices of those they could not save.
Walking across the bridge of life,
I stopped and peered over the fence.
Below was what life didn’t offer,
It was black and so immense.
Oblivion could answer the problems I face,
All the troubles of life today,
Oblivion could remove every mountainous issue,
Packed up, then sent away.
All it would take would be a climb and a jump,
A few small steps then a slip,
Then I’d be free, free as a bird,
Free from this life membership.
But then I recalled the people I knew,
They stood by me when I was depressed.
They shared their memories of happy and fun,
Even though they too were distressed.
Do they really need me? What would each of them think?
How would each of them feel?
My questions got deep, my answers- profound,
My thoughts were a mental surreal.
So I looked away from the fence, to the road of life,
Those potholes that I had devised,
I would jump them with glee, with a smile and a song,
I’d simply just compromised.
Tentherhooks
shook
over the edge.
I fell over the edge of the world,
And my soul began to unfurl,
All around me impression came and went in a blizzard like swirl,
My mind began to quiver and twirl.
I was in the midst of depression,
Caught up in a whirlwind of regression,
Wanting to lash out with hatred and aggression,
What I need is a spiritual resurrection.
I am lost, nowhere to turn,
Each face I see my soul it doth burn,
I am lost, but oh so hungry to learn,
For a true love my poor soul yearns.
Where can I turn without hitting a wall,
I guess I must rip, I must maul,
I must learn to be a spiritual giant, at least 20 feet tall,
Before this innocent trip over the edge of the world becomes an endless fall.
Where do I go from here,
Where no road is clear,
Where at every turn another monster appears,
Where do I go when I have run out of tears?
I must go now, far, far away,
Until the day...
That I may,
See happiness once again come my way.
His suicide note made it plain
That he could no longer cope with the pain
And the tears in his eyes told the tale
Of a life filled with sorrow's travail
He felt he could no longer maintain
Depression drove him over the edge
Now he stood on a narrow ledge
Ready to make the leap of death
Ready to take his last breath
Suddenly he made the leap
And landed with a thud on a jeep
But his heart still had a beat
As paramedics rushed to treat him
Then to the hospital he was rushed
His dream of dying now crushed
His family gathered round his hospital bed
So relieved that he wasn't dead
But the doctor's words were clear
He would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair
The tears in his eyes told the tale
Of a suicide attempt that failed
Though he could not walk again
A second chance at life he gained
Leaning over the edge
That’s what we were doing
Just leaning over the edge to hope to dip our toes in water that we prayed was not too deep to touch
But why would it matter if we could not touch?
Would we sink? Would it matter if we did?
We could sink because who were we anyway,
Just the town drunk, and his mistress of a house maid?
Could we really ever leave this town, and make a new
Life, reputation, future, goals.
Could we ever amount to more than the worth of the dirt on the roads that we were walking?
If we jumped we could sink,
But if we never jump-
How will we know what’s at the bottom?
I'm standing over the edge
taking my last breath...before I retreat
back to safety, back to uncertainty
Why am I hesitant, scared
I said it, believed it, punctuated it
decided to go through with it
yet...I'm still here
Why am I still alive...
at the top of my lungs I shout
"WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?!"
Everyday I'm suffering, choking on apathy
suffocating on insults and failed plans
losing parts of me never to get back
The longer I remain here, the longer pain wins
but what else can I do when no relief can become of this
what can be done when tactics prove futile
and it proves easier to implode
So teeter over the edge I must
debating to take the fall
so I spin around and slip back
just to end it all
asking for my guardian angel
to not even break my...
though it's my own hand through closed eyes
that grabs another in protest...
...why am I still alive...
The answer to my own question...
I don't want to die...
Peeked over the edge of Monday
Weary…eyes blinking, birds chirping
Spoke to the Keurig: “black, no sugar”
It growled back, slowly.
It seemed to be saying:
“Never go jogging with a 2 year old”
How can someone with legs that short
Be that quick….and curious…
Every stone a mystery
Every flower an invitation
Every moment an inspiration.
When he shouts: “PAPA!!”
The kid inside me starts dancing.
John G. Lawless
©5/8/2023
I'm infused with pain
I draw incisions on my vain
cutting deeper each time
falling deeper into my depression mad at the world pissed at god for ripping away the 3 people I loved
I watched as my mothers heart was ripped out of her chest and murdered
to young to understand that pain
i'll just slice another vain
no one cares about me so y should I care
Blood pouring out
my grandma thinks I'm crazy
So do my friends but it's just all the pain I hold in
Rip me from this life
Stab me in the heart with this knife
Tonight I commit suicide
Don't feel sorry for me
Cause now I'm finally free
Form:
Brit's spy guy from Ian Fleming
Is Bond who goes chaos stemming!
When the web of life slumps
See how quickly he jumps
Sadly to die like a lemming
Everyone has a breaking point.
Most of us never reach that place.
Some see it daily.
A trifle thing said or done,
trips a wire.
Are their brains wired differently?
Is there something missing?
What makes them want to
approach the end so quickly?
Most do it slowly,
an inch at a time,
a hit there, and ounce there.
Their souls leak, drop by drop,
ever so slowly,
until a wasted frame is all you see.
Others do it in a flash, all at once.
Their lives cut short
ended abruptly, by their own hand.
How can they see the world so differently?
A place they no longer wish to dwell?
Trades for a cold dark hole
and to be fodder for the worms.
This I'll never understand.
The difference between them and me.l
Over the Edge
So your mad at me
What can I say, except
Go away and come back again another
Day shut your mouth you just
Hide the shame and let me take all
The blame and now I see how
You play this game
I'm over the edge
Hear my pledge
You won't break me down
I don't want to hear a sound
Coming from you, unless it's
An apology and better not be
Sarcastically this is my pledge
I'm over the edge and
it's all because of you...
Look at you sucking all of my air
Let me give you a moment to pretend I care
I have no comment
But I don't have to say
Anything cause you
Put enough shame
On your own name
And I don't need you
Putting it on mine
Because you've already
Crossed the line
I'm over the edge
Hear my pledge
You won't break me down
I don't want to hear a sound
Coming from you, unless it's
An apology and better not be
Sarcastically this is my pledge
I'm over the edge and
it's all because of you...
You.. you... you
Just go away come back again
Another day, hide behind your shame
While I take all the blame
I'm tired of you sucking all my air
If you're wondering why this is happening
Just look in your own reflection
And if your still wondering why
It's because you crossed the line
I'm over the edge
Hear my pledge
You won't break me down
I don't want to hear a sound
Coming from you, unless it's
An apology and better not be
Sarcastically this is my pledge
I'm over the edge and
it's all because of you...
This is my pledge
I'm over the edge