Hope Depression Poems

Written December 19, 2024


Constantly find myself looking for a thrill
Another day another week another year but still
I might as well be right back where it...

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The black depths
of a coffee beckon the mind 
into a bottomless gaze - you stir 
and feel yourself swirl
in a dizzying haze and hope 
you...

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A paper man
Under paper clouds
The sky is falling
and he doesn’t know why

His edges are folded
He feels he’s undone
There isn’t any warmth
from a paper sun

Cellophane grass
Cardboard...

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Empty work resists an empty home
Too much to bear without clinking bottles 
Swaying in a plastic bag like seasick genies
Empty life finding harbor in emptiness
Even...

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I still wake to crisp morning air,
but hope dissolves right then and there.
As I open my eyes, I realize and sigh—
another day begins, and I...

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Your name leaves a bruise on my lips,
like a ghost that lingers, life to strip,
with eyes that threaten as they smile
and a voice that cuts,...

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I do not know if I fear you, thank you, 
or hate you for hanging round. 
I fear I'd been somebody else
who stands on solid...

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I awoke to foggy windows,
there were raindrops tapping softly.
The trees were swaying to the rhythm,
I fell ill from melancholy.

The sky was so dark,
it had made...

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I hope that the sun melts away
And the air gets quietens down 
Soon
I’ll be waiting here
For the light to leave my shoulders
And the winds to...

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When all around sharp scattered fragments
of broken dreams bloodied my soul 
and pierced every thought that dared
to take a step  YOU  lifted me.

When...

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Eyes glassy to the medication
messy are the red on wrists
I hate those grey heavy doors
They carry only misery lore
of the souls lost to hospitals
And the...

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I miss you im sorry
Life is weird without your here 
I want you so bad
Please dont go away
How can i do it without you 
Ill...

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Yes ,yes I was a precious soul
Turned to a flower that's slowly decaying
My roots are dead and gone
Can only draw waters when I'm praying 

The...

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Depression is a canyon—deep, wide, and rugged.
It has a top; it has a bottom.
But there is a rocket that plummets to its depths,
With only a...

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my potential, an entity I've put on a pedestal

I spend my days climbing her ridiculously high ladder with gift-wrapped handmade blades; only leaving when her...

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