Hope Depression Poems | Examples
These Hope Depression poems are examples of Depression poems about Hope. These are the best examples of Depression Hope poems written by international poets.
sunset tries to set in her eyes,
since the day she slid
down the cracks
of the windowpane
scrambling,
legs
unable to
flip back up.
She can't
maneuver
around,
as concrete
little shards
have
penetrated the nerves
in her back.
She waits out
for the hope
of catching light
one last time,
a dream of
greenery
a hopeful
vision
hearing
birds
whistling....
Mouth dried up,
can't tilt
her head
to the side,
where the rain's
getting in.....
the brown leafs,
rustle on in
keeps her warm
from the howling
winds....
She dies from thirst,
after the thunderstorm,
when it became
first light...
sunset dies in her eyes,
her little left foot,
gives up the struggle.
pathway to lost hope
clutching to reality
clinging to life's breath
Once, you loved and welcomed me.
Now, I'm at the gate.
Once, there was peace and love.
Now, only vitriol and hate.
Once, there was democracy.
Now, we tempt the hands of fate.
Once, there was infinity,
Now, a sideways eight.
Once, there were hopes and prayers.
Now, it is too late.
Once, there was eternity.
Now, a headstone and a date.
river of anger
blackened dreams remember rage
harvesting illness
If life were all the silly words I wrote,
in my love's long, unwinnable campaign,
a losing battle, whose odds were remote,
it would have been lived entirely in vain.
If life were all the awkward words I spoke,
those signs that I could never make you hear,
which might as well go up in fading smoke,
I can only hope it would disappear.
If life were all the foolish words I thought,
dreaming things far beyond my humble reach,
I guess it would be, just as well as not,
scattered in the cold water by the beach.
So, take my corpse and my verses, in ash,
and drop them where no one can hear them splash.
Everything seems so desperately dark.
Hope is but a mirage that's outdated.
Giving up... easy way out.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Depression I can sense,
on the facial expressions of angst-ridden souls,
so immense
Yet hope has wings,
from those who treasure benign roles,
and sweet things
Blue mood
cures one extols
wooed
Depression I can sense,
from those who treasure benign roles,
wooed
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hope
delicate, bright
whispering, fluttering, ascending
feather, prayer, burden, condemnation
discouraging, stagnating, descending
heavy, gray
despair
“Another day will dawn.”
This, I must remember now, when there’s no more fun.
Hope is gone.
Will I ever
I feel the happy, shining sun?
Never!
Today!
It has begun!
Yay!
Another day will dawn.
I feel the happy, shining sun.
Yay!
Rain clouds every moment beat,
bursting full at my bare feet
as lovesickness redefines.
Years passed like ascending vines.
Its trimmings bind, soar aloft,
then linger and gently waft.
A faint whisper sign of hope
falls beyond the narrow scope.
We are here, we are there, we are everywhere
joy, laughter, hope, enthusiasm, excitement
sent to alleviate grief, sadness and depression
attempting to lighten and brighten people
when it works, we know we are dealing with brilliance
people with high I.Q.’s know how to change a mood
Watch how the light and dark play
and place the spotlight on her,
caterwauling in pig-tails,
wetting our black paradise.
Her spidery silhouette
of tears, spanning these lost streets,
coaxes roses from potholes.
In the shadow of her tears
flowers refuse to blossom,
the world is faded to gray
without power to delight,
she is half-sick of shadows*~
then his smile like the sunrise!
*”Lady of Shalott”, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1842
Desperation, draw me not like magnets pull
But once again let saneness possess me in full
Do not ravage me like a loin upon its prey
Block not the seeds of thoughts that come to save the day
Like limbs of a tree in the presence of a gale force wind
The heavy weight of thy encumbrance makes me bend
As a cookie being crushed underneath a fisted hand
Sapping my power, I become a broken man
Hope beyond my greatest self, suddenly appears
Dashing all desperate thoughts, releasing all my fears
Focused like a camera’s lens, my eyes see a way
Attitude and mindful thought, must have their say
Ideals forming one by one, possibilities
Desperation lost this time, healed is my choice of realities
i'm at my wit's end
barely clinging to the last remaining illusion
~ hope being the rising sun
Wordku: 15-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025