Rose Depression Poems

Within Me

Trapped within, a tempest roars,
Where demons dance and anguish pours,
In the haunted halls of my soul's estate,
Dwells a darkness deep, where love and hate...

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It’s winter in the year twenty-eighty-four
Hell has landed on every shore
Devilish eyes aglow as they rose to dominate
People now captive to a totalitarian state

Society is...

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Depression made me so blue
Ocean blue I'm free falling in the depth of despair
Royal paint inherited from the King of Kings but I always forget...

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I say that I'm clean, I say that I'm Okay, I say that I'm fine,
I'm clean but I never don't miss it, not one moment...

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Bad news, bad news
Over and again
They say beggars can’t choose
But the rich can
So they choose to produce
Now and then
Bad news and reviews
Of the bad men
I...

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Have I really been working on myself or did I just change from my work clothes to something more comfortable
Is this depression or is it...

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I hear the watch.. Tick tock.. Tick tock in my ear
Trying to figure out why time makes me fear
Maybe its cause im scared of the...

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It was the hurt that made him good, from beginning to end as all things should.

It was his loss that made him great, and from...

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INTERCEPTION

Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black

Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed...

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She was the flower of my life,
The rose that bloomed in spring,
The lily that shone in the night,
The song that made me sing.
She was the...

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you can enjoy the delicacy of a rose without touching it
enjoy it without embracing it
knowing it is perceived as gentle, kind, forgiving
but it’s thorns are...

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she spoke to no one after he died,
words no longer had any meaning,
friends and relatives she had world wide,
her intense love needed weaning,
she smiled at...

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I said to my therapist, 
“Permission to Exhale,”
I made a wrong turn long ago.
Where angels fled
and my body bled
a crimson colored rose.
And as the clock...

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My heart is a plume renditioning over a lyre, my soul. 
You are but the fume of frozen fire, on parole.
I am a scintillating bud...

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You were but a worm and then there was I, a beautiful pink rose growing wildly where there had once been no life
Long ago someone...

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