Given Up Poems - Poems about Given Up

given up on luv

Glisten like the moonlight in my eyes
Listen to the words of my mouth now
I crumble, I stumble upon my speech
I assume, I resume on like you’re out of my reach 

I listened to your lies…
I am not through your goodbyes…
I’ve given up on love…
You’re still looking above

Where do I rove?
Where do I rove?
Where do I,

She Had Given Up Completely When I Found Her

She was on the ground
Draped over a mushroom house
Almost hidden under poison ivy
I almost stepped on her with my hiking boots

My singing stopped immediately
I was concerned, but not surprised 
For I had run across them before
In glimpses and glances

This one had given up
Her essence was draining quickly
If a wolf had gotten her, she would have

At the End of My Rope

I study my scowl in the back of a spoon
As the Rumbletide ripples in a cup of Joe*
The lap desk that holds it is vibrating, too…
The window is shattered, my boots bumbletied
The knife pricks my neck, right there in the ‘V’
And the fellow who holds the knife is me.
__________________

* coffee

(Just a note – this is

Given Up

Do this  Do that
Take this  Take that
Avoid this  Try that
Come here  Go there
Don’t do this  Don’t do that

Giving up
Throwing my hands in the air
Drained
Tired of it all
Exhausted
Partially burnt out
All out of energy and drive
Reduced to following directions
So different from barking them
Now just trying to keep up
Barely keeping it together



AP: 3rd

Chasing Hopes

And who am I?
Am just another man with another name
With dreams bigger than his height
Hopping for the best
Trying harder to keep the faith
But fire rains on him
The man who prays for refuge
Come tomorrow, lions still have craws

Earth, doomed
Humanity, cursed
Sin, forbidden
Peace, compromised
Order, reversed
Wealth, defiant
Should I do the right thing?
The world doesn’t favor the good

I will still

Given Up All Hope

Given Up All Hope

Of things, Trump never understood the scope,
While women, he would gather up and grope;
Always mumbling;
An idiot bumbling,
And on him we definitely did give up all hope.

Jim Horn

She Has Given Up On Life

Lying around in the middle of the city
Urine all over her skirt
Flies enjoying the aromatic smell of it
Shame no more bothering her
She has given up on life.

A woman whose beauty was once every man's dream
Life has tossed her apart and left her to rot
In the scorching sun
Paralysed by the unpleasant situations of life
Poverty prevailing.

Tears melt

I Have Not Given Up On You

All I thought I had I have lost
Just like the puff of powder, they’re gone

At the top of my voice I cry out loud
From my eyes are two fountains forming ocean

City after city I have moved hoping
Yet I am still in my wonderland waiting

I am pulling out strength to make it 
It all melted like

Given Up, and Found

Looking through the glass--
Should be better for us both;
Years later I choke
On tears of a faulty choice;
“I have a mom, it's not you”


February 25, 2016

Lost and Given Up

I've finally lost 
my self-control. 
No longer hiding 
All of my anger. 
Or all of my emotions. 
Given up on everything .
No longer going to 
Fake my happiness. 
No longer going to 
Act like I'm fine. 
Nowhere else for 
My demons to hide. 
After everything, my 
True self has died. 
So many scars mark 
My

Given Up

I’ve given up the prospects of brick walls
And smoke crawling out of chimneys
Of white snowmen and Christmas trees
I’ve given up hope of these

I’ve given up on Oxford and New York times
Places where people do things with their lives
I’ve given up on seeing the Eiffel Tower
Or travelling on planes to wherever I want to

I’ve given up

Given Up

I am giving up 
I am giving up slowly 
This may be the death of me 
Just have to get out of here
I need to escape 
I been housing all these scars and insecurities 
The walls are closing in on me 
All the pictures and the windows and walls are closing in on me
I don’t

Given Up

Look at my face, battered, BRUISED 
U say I mean a lot to YOU? 

How can that BE? 
It’s hard to SEE
Thru these black eyes of mine……

I cain’t COPE
I need some DOPE
I’m better now since I’ve given up HOPE
I just don’t KNOW
How I PROVOKE
What you do to me……

I crave a PORT
My time is SHORT

Know what

When Someone Just Has Given Up

The spirit that cares no longer,
Has yielded for change.
Without mind nor soul
It seizes to remain the same.
To rectify the times of the precedent:
Would amend its existence.
It’s a parrot’s broken limb,
Useless in till cured.
While the Parrot adapts to the break
For it will eventually heal:
The spirit,
Is left alone once more.
The misty figure,
Wanders lonesomely
Whilst longing for closure.
Constantly hiding

When Someone Just Has Given Up

When someone just has given up

The spirit that cares no longer,
Has yielded for change.
Without mind nor soul
It seizes to remain the same.
To rectify the times of the precedent:
Would amend its existence.
It’s a parrot’s broken limb,
Useless in till cured.
While the Parrot adapts to the break
For it will eventually heal:
The spirit,
Is left alone once more.
The misty figure,
Wanders

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