Best Unhappiness Poems
Oh, unhappiness,
you relentless tormentor of my heart and mind,
forgive me for I have never thought to thank you for
your presence in my life
but
I have just come to realize that, without your bitter presence,
none of the sweet instances of happiness, I would have been
able to enjoy!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 June 2022
UNHAPPINESS IS
Unhappiness is,
When I fail your melodic voice each moment
To hear
And
Your ethereal caresses on my body I do
Not sense
Unhappiness is,
When the delicacies your lips are offering
Unable I’m to taste
And
The exquisite aroma of your soul’s breath
Incapable I’m to scent
Unhappiness is,
When impossible your blazing eyes and your stunning
Figure to see
But most of all, unhappiness is,
When I fear,
You, my precious dream, might forever have stopped
Loving me!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
27 February 2013
Once long ago
You made the sun shine
Now you cast
A septic sulphuric shadow
You came and stole
My heart and my happiness
And interred them
In cold grey granite stone
Days once so brief
Now linger, last too long
As we must sit
Separate in the same room
And listen to
The silence of hurtful hate
For contest * Jaded Love* by John Heck
Understand the reasons this feeling is to remain
Negativity runs rapid, skin flushed with blame
Hopes, dreams, and nightmares, are all the same
Agonizing within all of the outside of my pain
Pretending the effect has no bearing at all
Pretending that someone will catch me if I fall
Ignorance is bliss well not in unhappiness
Never did I ever want to ever feel like this
Eternal path chosen was never a choice for me
Silence...I am broken, I will never be set free
Still living in unhappiness...unhappily...
bmdavey@06/07/18
Falling as heavy raindrops
Tears of unhappiness fell
In the reddish face
Wiped away with caring tenderness
By an affectionate hand
July 31, 2017
I sink deep into the unhappiness of being the one who doesn't deceive you with sweet illusions,
I refuse to change who I am for anyone, even for the shadows that surround me.
I've detested how easily you allow yourself to be manipulated to accept everything you hear without question,
Have I not left a strong enough impression, or are you so easily deceived?
I've dug deep into the lies told, like hot tea that never cools,
I know myself, and that's what matters; it's a truth I carry within my soul.
I don't explain myself, because if you are the one meant for me, you would know me from my sigh and my gaze,
Was I wrong about you, or were you the one who was mistaken about me?
It's a dance between truth and illusions, a search for meaning in eyes that refuse to see,
I remain true to myself, navigating through the shadows of day and night, unwavering.
Oh, you Happiness,
Do not look at me with contempt
For
I am, Unhappiness, your twin sister,
Who, without my presence, your name
Would be unknown!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 February 2017
* Things become known to us because of their opposites, Heraclitus,
Greek philosopher, sixth century BC
each sleight is the haunt
of some evicted ghost.
grieving me a life of greater pain;
I see pieces of people passing,
drifting into the footsteps
of another's future.
I feel the rough sandpaper surface
of the concrete bridge
as I prepare to jump.
For a moment my heart slumps.
It takes the smallest of memories
to interrupt a courage.
I thought each flower finer
in a different way,
if there’s a word for that,
I cannot say.
Far more acute
than any thing precise,
far more astute
than scholarly advice.
Is there a right kind of poetry?
In a room far away
behind a desk in an office,
someone else decides.
I have emptyness inside my bristling bones
Filled with sorrow, away, alone
I'm in between the lines of a blank paper
separate from the others, like a skyscraper
Does anyone lend out a hand?
Does anyone understand?
Only one but he has reasons
to be gone at certain seasons
Will I ever find another friend?
Will I survive till the end?
I grow weiry of these feelings
I am tired, unexpired
Tick tock tick goes the clock
I await for him to step in the door
Then these feelings go away
But not forever,
They'll be back someday......
I wish I could plug
A flash drive in your ear.
I would wipe clean the worries
Hidden deep inside there.
I know they've been hiding
In camouflaged space.
Your very own virus
firmly in place.
Spreading infection
Every which way.
Squeezing the happy
Right out of the way.
It's time to recover,
Diminish your pain.
Pick up your tools.
Reclaim your domain.
Before long, I promise,
With daily scans,
You'll reboot and function
With plenty of ram.
Passive in aggression all melted into the wax
The fire isn't burning the flame is not a match
Depression is a reason for those who can not hate
The wind it isn't moving but the chimes reverberate
Active in this searching of this mate for your soul
The ground it is trembling opened up and swallowed whole
Submission from intention proves the guilty only lie
The world is unforgiven there's no God within our sky
bmdavey@2/7/21
Can you hear it?
Not that anybody presses so,
But still,
There they are.
Their obnoxious shouting,
With twitching countenances,
A purely inconceivable demeanor
Consisting of nothing
But insanity,
Lust,
And overall
Ravenousness.
They used to walk,
Walk inside,
And back out again
Ever so orderly.
Gloriously gallant guards
Protecting the central base
Of their livelihood.
Now,
They scramble
Writhing,
Self-penalizing,
Wriggling with utter chaos
As the lot of anxious,
Swinish abominations
That we now realize they are.
That we are.
Every moment of my life is a struggle
And I'm sorry but it gets worse everyday
Tell me when will my exile be over
And I can finally come home to stay
This place is not what I thought it would be
It brings me unhappiness on end
I can no longer smile when I open my eyes
Cause my heart has no reason to mend
I thought that the sunshine would help
But it's just masking the days of rain yet to come
I try to make life go my way
But everything inside me, wants me, to run
Every moment of my life is a struggle
It just gets worse and worse everyday
Tell me when will my exile be over
And I can finally come home to stay
Tell me when will my exile be over
And I can finally come home to stay
I'm Burning in water...
I'm Drowning in flames..
I'm Throwing my tears...
And Crying blades...
You Said you would always be there...
But Where are you now?
When Your drowning in your own sorrow...
I Wish I was there..
To Drown with you...
In our field of Unhappiness.
buildings hide sorrow
stones will never protect them
inside damage first