Despondency Poems

Despondency

Sometimes during my day the sun ceases to shine,
and i feel downcast with a tendency to whine.

But God isnt filling my heart with this sadness,
He gives me a choice of either that, or gladness.

Sometimes i'm caught delving on current things gone wrong,
instead of counting blessings and singing a song.

But through it all i remain in His love and care,
for i know I'm not facing more than i can bear.

The Classic Look of Despondency

On Super Bowl Night, there was no joy in Kansas City.
Nearly all Chiefs fans were overwhelmed with despondency.
The tight end for the team was Travis Kelce.
His face prominently displayed utter melancholy.
As the Eagles powered their way and ran up the score,
Travis looked like a little boy lost in a department store.
His teammates all appeared to be feeling the same way,
as the Eagles held up the Lombardi trophy for display.
The game played in New Orleans was over and done.
Their plane flight home could not have been a cheerful one.

Despondency

  
   Every achievement
   stored with so care throughout life
   will be left in dust.
   Life is destined to end in
   inevitable demise.

Despondency

A lady in a Victorian dress,
Next to an old printing press.
Within a gloomy writing lair,
Falling down the abyss of despair.

I can see the tempest in her heart,
It’s like a wild museum of art.
She is a tornado trapped in a jar,
On a raft drifting way too far.

In a mighty yet desolate dwelling,
Where silence is loudly yelling.
There in a chamber, she is found,
Lying in tears on the ground.

Surrounded by quivering souls,
All disguised, lurking in the halls.
Longing for her inviting plea,
To help her flee, to set her free.

Isolation

“Blindness separates people from things;
deafness separates people from people.”
– Helen Keller

She sat amongst the gathering crowd.
It was her birthday, you see.
The men were bespoke so proud
and the ladies were dressed to a T.

The table was layered in muted hues
and laid with sundry hors d'oeuvres
on a linen cloth of pinks and blues.
She was a bundle of nerves.

They bussed her cheek and spoke
a greeting she didn’t understand.
She smiled and let her words choke
since hearing was not in her command. 

They gave her a kiss and a hug 
and whispered secrets in her ear.
She’d reply with a smile and a shrug,
masking that she couldn’t hear.

She lost her hearing months ago
and only a few close friends knew.
She hid it the best she could 
for her affliction was too new.

She felt isolated, useless, and weak,	
not able to hear or converse.
Looks of irritation or pity were bleak 
and only made her feel worse.

Jar

A
jar now
mutely holds
washers and clamps,
nuts, bolts, screws, buttons, and the oddity.
It once held the dreams I dreamt and jangled
with hopes, desires
I’d saved, lost
in one
life.

Mom's Pain

She's trying to hide her pain
little did she know behind that fake smile
I notice each and every suffering

The headache and tears I have
are nothing compared to her despondency
she wanted to cry out of not knowing what to do
oh my god this pain is overwhelming me

This pain is crushing and breaking me
when my own pillow is full of tears
I wonder how is her pillow
it must be leaking

When my own head aches
her head must be burning
when my eyes are full of tears
her eyes must be swollen by now

I can't wait to develop power
to gain strength
to be old and matured
and grant my mom happiness
and offer her the respect and love she deserves

Heaven, He Could Reach

He had known despair before,
The depths to which it plunged his faith.
Still, His grace lived within his core,
Heaven, he could reach.

Driven, he had borne the fight,
His honor drove him on.
He raised his eyes with Him in sight,
Heaven, he could reach.

Grace showed him so much more
Than hate and fear and dread.
It bore him toward that shining door.
Heaven, he could reach.

This Distance Between Us

This Distance Between Us
by Michael R. Burch

This distance between us,
this vast gulf of remembrance
void of understanding,
sets us apart.

You are so far,
lost child,
weeping for consolation,
so dear to my heart.

Once near to my heart,
though seldom to touch,
now you are foreign,
now you grow faint . . .

like the wayward light of a vagabond star—
obscure, enigmatic.
Is the reveling gypsy
becoming a saint?

Now loneliness,
a broad expanse
—barren, forbidding—
whispers my name.

I, too, am a traveler
down this dark path,
unsure of the footing,
cursing the rain.

I, too, have felt pain,
pain and the ache of passion unfulfilled,
remorse, grief, and all the terrors
of the night.

And how very black
and how bleak my despair . . .
O, where are you, where are you
shining tonight?

Despondency

DESPONDENCY
     Grief of losing my only daughter,
so much courage and strength I taught her-
               When the sorrow prevails I fall in deep,
as her favorite bunny toy I shall keep.
   A reverie of sadness runs through my veins,
now only spiritual apathy remains-
      In times of woe I can’t let go,
feeling the weeping willow tree’s tears, 
                         holding onto memories of the past three years.

Despondency

You may withdraw yourself from others
Become quiescent or lackadaisical
Disrupt sleep or appetite alter
Feel sluggish or delirious

When the echoes of your parents'altercations
Rack up your eggshell mind
When you avoid people whose company 
You've typically rejoiced relishing

Yet you remain part of the quotidian process
That regaling you would your emotions trivialize
The world should revere your right
To confront a loss thouroughly 

Convalesce from their turgid prosperity
Immerse your weighty dejections
Schedule some constructive episodes
I can but accolade your approach

To coin a new gist of aliveness
Absorb and merriment apprize
Amend lamenting into cleansing
Strike a joke or be sarcastic

Amass and boast your high-pitched impetus
And above all your insights vitalize 
Extoll your bewitching sorcery 
And perceive a world better to be.

Whispers of Despondency

"Britches" vitality
Has been like a long but confining
One way street,
Owning periods of both serenity and distress;

Grieving over former capital, changes naught,
For even his imagination on steroids
Cannot restore, though he reminisces;

Dudgeon set in
Upon recognizing that sundry things
Had been devoured by time;

Enjoyable thoughts invariably scatter
Into blackness
Forcing him back into reality,

Where his heart divulges,
That he is, and will remain,
Not as others see him, but as he thinks;
and being old has not been fun!

Adulation Born For Despondency Part V

With an agitated glance behind...
Your mind began revealing...
Quite and exaggerated illusions...
Mercilessly stressing the horrible inability of acceptance...
Far beyond the hushed ever-green forest...
I long, I yearn for the hour...
The I will be able to stand at your side yet again...
Because Music has no Melody nor Harmony....
If you do not desire it to be...
Please just look at me...
And tell me... 
What do you see..?

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Para el nino que tiene mi coarzon y es mi mejor amigo..... Te Amo

Adulation Born From Despondency Part Iii

Watch as the stars embers fade into streaks of color,,,
From the lightest to the darkest shade...
The skies face splits open into a wide-eyes smile..
As it cries joyously down on you...
The crimson tone of your laughter rings loud and clearly...
You watch the water caress the Earth...
And slowly we return to our underground...
Life with you is all I ask...

Adulation Born From Despondency Part Ii

With every beat of my heart...
The rhythm of another soul matches the tempo...
As a song is born from two common people...
So shall their love withold...
I captured a star that danced by on a ribbon of light...
It's my gift to you...
So make a wish... 
And let that star shine through the Night...

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