Dejection Poems - Poems about Dejection

My love garden remains unweeded, Each planted flower slowly wilting. A shadow spreads across my sunlight, And a storm lingers without rainfall. Sad teardrops fall from my broken heart, No blood shed, yet my worlds fall apart. Agony, sorrow, deep dejection— Reflections in my shattered mirror. My tear burns hot enough to bake bread, Depression drapes a cloak on my head. Love tortures like a...

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Depression, dejection, distress ...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decay. " ...

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Deplorable dejection is despair. It goes beyond mere human fear or dread. It’s hopelessness, for which there’s no repair. And should it cloak you (oh so hard to bear), it's like a second skin you cannot shed. Deplorable dejection is despair. At times it visits youngsters (sad yet rare). Most young folks do not have it in their head. It’s hopelessness, for which...

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When your mood is terribly shattered When it cannot be properly bettered Only remedy is chanting God's name God will help you play wisely life-game When you are by lethargy attacked And when peace can't be tracked The best technique is to just wait And not flatly fall for fate's bad bait When we feel sorry for bad results Then we inflict on ourselves...

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"If we allow a deranged mind to control the course of human destiny, then we become executioners in the annihilation of human dignity" ...

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The feeling of emotion is the beginning of dreams The search for the meaning of emotion is their end As they overlap seamlessly at the edge of my twilight time My mind starts to sink in dusky obscurity, unexpressed. After the futile walk through the miasmic day The contours of the meandering garden path...

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From the golden lamp a genie emerged For a thousand years he had been submerged Said, 'I can give you vast wealth Or I can give you good health' But either one by itself is a scourge...

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"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart." Helen Keller — American Author born on June 27, 1880, died on June 01, 1968 I walk through in sullen silence, sadness, In tears, down the hall and forsaken rooms. Chime. A text note on my...

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Feeling Isolated and dejected like an outcast, From years of intimidation, humiliation and rotten past, Broken by dejectedness; a defined rejection, Life has become a hopeless situation. All I see around me is fear and pain, With my integrity and wishes painted with stain, I wish to live and try, But all I do this day is to cry. I’m gradually kicking the...

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anger - bridge between hate and aggression aggression - workable part of hate think before you trample on re-think before you quit feeling hating others is society's way to maintain on surface sometimes to sink is right thing to do going down does not stand necessary for abyss it could be your exodus salvation relief hating others is society's way to maintain on...

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Rejection Dejection Connection Rejection So common to creation this forced engorgement signaling neon lit liquor stores caressing the parched heart of acceptance combustible fuel rails through veins mercy begged inhumanity relived… again Dejection Diner eggs hours old coffee starch clad plumpness white as snow fills cup after cup for me for me Connection Outside my eyes peer back in a pastiche of winter night innocence sitting now where once I sat frosted windows portray the anticipation I once embraced stick...

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I guess i never will actually understand, i guess i am just antithetic The quintessence i see The quintessence i know The quintessence i feel, all beyond my control To be oblivious would be angelic, live my life identical to all the planet Just close my eye's and pretend Imagine the world as it was intentionally planned Go through life with blinders...

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Light not accepted....... physically deflected.......... spiritually poor reflected........... ...

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Cinnamon stares like wishes blown eastward and stained on your skin Well chosen words like aching from depths to your heartbeat akin Glass shattered sound like armies entrenched holding hands 'round your soul Tears, golden tears like locusts still pulling the shade on the girl Wistful embrace like haphazard thoughts under wood to ignite Shoulders sunk low like a battle completed before there was fight Shaking stick legs like matches too thin to support...

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