Love Depression Poems | Examples
These Love Depression poems are examples of Depression poems about Love. These are the best examples of Depression Love poems written by international poets.
What is it that is wrong with me
If you would allow I'll easily explain
There's a monster named depression
That is living inside my brain
A fierce warrior you can't defeat
Against happiness it'll always win
Happiness would be better off
To leave and never return again
Eliminating it's enemy emotions
My depression the last to remain
So that it can build a great kingdom
And live peacefully inside my brain
My depression I promise is loyal
It has sworn to never go away
At last my beautiful depression
I believe has come home to stay in
Wicked smile, turned dust,
Two halves of a broken soul,
Nothing left to chase.
So we’re punished and estranged
Would it make us better?
So how sweet was the revenge
Does it really matter?
It’s like noting white on white
Maybe green on green
When you come, I dim the light
Blinded by the screen
As the evening soars my eyes
I calm down a bit
Thinking it’s the useful lies
Naked truth can’t fit
It’s like permanent repair
Of a thing unfixable
It’s unfair, but we didn’t care
Everything is mixable
So we turn out quite the same
As we were last night
Only now there is no frame
But just white on white.
This house I'm living in it's haunted
Not by ghost but by your memory
Each room holds a special moment
That was shared between you and me
Any room in the house I dare to enter
Holds me captive in sadness not fear
Each moment we shared is on display
Making me feel as though you're here
As the memories draw closer to an end
The images of us together begin to fade
The pain of you leaving becomes renewed
All because my heart has been betrayed
The happiness that's felt is short lived
Erased by this life that's gone to hell
Tormented by deceit and your memory
In this haunted house that i dwell
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.
This garden’s neglected, the grass grew too tall
The bushes and plants look half-dried
Cracked slabs lay uneven, the dog’s water bowl
Is covered with leaves and dead flies
Front door’s off the latch, windows wide open
No photos in frames on the mantelpiece
A phone on the table must’ve been broken
Unlikely it held fingerprints
Wormwood and ivy have grown way too large
Almost conceal the brick walls
Everything seems like completely discharged
Unavailable to any calls
Was it the other day I saw you there?
When was the last time we met?
Tomorrow can’t come, cause it’s busy somewhere
No time for tea can be set.
I cry silently,
My soul has wounds.
My breath pins,
In my chest.
My eyes tired,
Heavy, dry, & red.
My rest brings,
No comfort.
My face is empty,
A person not there.
Lost is my soul,
Wondering within.
Disconnection,
Punishment,
Withdrawal,
Unbearable.
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.
Fireflies flicker like falling stars
that hover in a garden thick
with memories of times we spent
beneath a smiling moon.
Oak leaves gently ride the breeze
that softly blows its tender breath
and quickly dries the tears that fall
from sad and misty eyes.
Ghostly sounds of whistles blast
from ships now far away from shore,
their clearly outlined silhouettes
dark against the moonlit sky.
Thoughts congeal, a cold, hard mass
obstructs sweet memories of the past,
replacing them with vivid visions
of our last goodbye.
Eerie calls from gulls above
now echo cries within my heart,
its shallow beating reminiscent
of the pulse of time.
All too soon our love affair
became a part of fate's discards,
forgotten vows now languishing
beneath a distant moon.
There is a pub next door to a beauty salon,
On the main street of our town.
Men go there to drink.
All day and every day.
Next door to a beauty salon
On the main street of our town.
He stands,unsteady in the doorway
Pulling on the remains of a roll up cigarrette.
Lungs,already weak,inhaling right down to the last ash
.
Unkempt,unshaven,his eyes unsteady stare at nothing.
No longer believing in life, love or that tomorrow,
next week or year will be better.
Unlike the young girls, beaming with life,
sitting inside the beauty salon,next door to the pub,
On the main street of our town.
Where is the smiling face of love
that I dream of...
the gentle touch
that means so much?
Where are the words I long to hear
that bring you near
and warm my heart
while we're apart?
I cannot help but feel the chill,
and though you still
light up my dreams,
that's all, it seems.
Do crowds make you feel unseen?
Wish someone knew your name
What would it feel like to be heard?
Maybe you need break the silence.
You’re mouth makes no sound
Footprints leave no trace
Your heart forgets it’s warmth
No one calls your name
You wander through the crowd
Wrapped within a shroud
No one seems to care
You are a nothing but air.
No pain cuts deeper
Than being unseen
Nothing more crushing
As having no voice.
When walking a busy street
Notice the shadow.
When looking at a sunset
Hear the unspoken words.
See the quiet in the crowd,
Hear words left unspoken
Love begins the moment
We choose to see the shadow ….
I remember when
you touched me
when our love was fresh and new
the way your eyes gazed
into my everlasting soul
when words came out of nowhere
put into poetry form
before the leaf scattered
and the wind tore us apart
I stand beneath a gunmetal sky
pulling words out of nowhere
forming my own poetry
kneeling before you
on top of you
whatever way the casket lays
I yearn to hear your voice once more
and long for your touch again
as rain drops begin to fall
tears from heaven
a silent kiss
another touch
Forever heart keeps its smooth beat
Forever mind thinks on
Thoughts of its never ending wit
Confining the beyond
Forever garden has to grow
Forever roses bloom
Forever evening’s afterglow
Enhance the darkened room
Forever poor have no names
Forever truth unfolds
Forever politician blames
Forever people’s faults
Forever soldier cannot die
Forever victims fall
Forever rain adorns the sky
Forever ringtones call
What do we have to do I asked
Forever love of mine
I’m feeling slightly unadvanced
With open hearts and minds
We came, but no one seems to care
Nobody looks at us
What we have lost here, unprepared
To delve into the past?
With glass of wine we take our seats
The lawn looks dark and vast
Pippa’s blue ball is at your feet
Forever found, at last.
No longer does the subtle breeze
Bring relief on searing days
Hidden below the willow trees
Wherever love-thick fades
And leaves bleed
Or with the shadows on the moon’s farside
Along the dark lagoons
Of forever abandons collide
And where no one notices extremes
Swarms of wasp stings
Sluggish are the foothills furthermore
No way into the clouds
Forgotten by them
Love’s tragedy victims
Are hers to spare
The bond of love,
Amoris giver, no longer is seen there
Numb are the empty wells
Tears no longer fall
Dry are the fields
Where she lays her lowered head
Nor do the flames of affection feel
Not even the weeds sway across the fleshy
Fruits that fall for her,
She is anonymous
After all