Giving Up Poems | Examples

Hesitation my friend lets die together

Hesitation greets me like a neighbor
Boring its eyes into my skull with a friendly smile
It has no face and no skin
It doesn’t even have eyes

The morning air is hot and solid
Like water but thicker
My hands are sweaty and covered in blisters
And my legs, do not respond

The air of dirty mornings
Shifts in scent
Till the sour tang of violence
Is hanging to interrupt

My soft bones of hesitation
Listen to be called out
For a violent lie
With violent intentions
Are never good for volatile patients

So I did grasp a hope of string
Around my neck did marry me
Such intimate things
To carry me
Away with hesitation and me.

If I were a poem

If I were a poem
metaphoric words would dance in
synchronicity,
similes would waltz the frown 
from off my face.
If I were a poem
I'd wrap sonnets around you,
Like tourniquet stanzas 
healing chapters in verse.


If I were a poem
cliches would clash with
unwritten rules,
words would not rhyme and dear diary would not exist.
If I were a poem
gone would be the day
that I smudged my own ink,
threw you in the bin and said
" I'm done with all this. "

Oh
if I were a poem
my legacy would remain
As a great prophet who once was
and always is-
If I were a poem.

Giving Up Their Motherhood

If mothers didn't bear children,
laughter would turn into monotony:
can we imagine mankind's misery?
No infant would cry when they are hungry,
no noisy kids screaming and having fun!

Wouldn't God be mad at us,
calling us evil, selfish beings?
Wouldn't empty cribs not be rocked
while a sweet lullaby is not whispered?

A mother's duty is to bear healthy children,
God gave his blessing to devoted couples being
faithful to each other to bring forth their offspring:
how often does an unmarried mother sing?

The woman's role can be misunderstood,
many choose the single life, choosing freedom
from responsibility to pursue their dream:
have they regretted giving up their motherhood?

his soul giving up

Feelings of worthlessness consumed Derek
Of course it rained today, ruining his last day off work
Drips and drops of disappointment drizzled down his dendrites
He heard his sigh before he recognized it as his soul giving up
Wasted life

Some Days

Some days...
I just want to give up.
Most days...
like I'm never good enough to 
feel something real.
These days...
I feel down...
I feel down!
In need of love.
In need of love.
Someone to hold.
Someone to hold.
In need of passion.
In need of hope.
I feel I need your love...
your love...
Some days...

Quitter

Every day I try something new
And hope my plans don't go askew;
Because of this horrible quitting through and through

Thought I'd start knitting
But never thought of committing;
The name 'quitter' seems fitting.

I'll play Badminton for a day
But when it gets hard I'd rather not stay;
In this arena of players who paved their way.

They weren't like me,
Who has a procrastination guarantee;
When the game got tough, they didn't flee.

Thousands of things I said I'd do
That I tried to eschew;
And that's why, they're way overdue.

Giving up on Love

Giving up on Love
In the depths of love's betrayal, I found myself adrift upon a sea of tears. Each wave brought me closer to my knees and surrendering, as if fate itself conspiring against me." Yet even as the tempest raged, I clung desperately to hope. But when faith turned to dust, and trust become a distant memory, I knew that love had left my soul possibly forever. Thus, with a heavy heart,  I cast aside my dreams of everlasting love. For what is affection but a fleeting mirage, shimmering enticingly on the horizon, only to fade away with the setting sun? I stand here at the precipice of love's end. The echoes of laughter and joy still resonate within our memories, yet the silence of solitude whispers gently in the wind. What is love but a flickering flame that dances wildly in the darkness, cosuming everything in its path before vanishing into the ether? Love betrays all when giving into the blindness of hope..!

Giving up

Tonight red will hit floor, the soul will become one with the wind, The silent screams will halt and become the thank god of everyone around.
Tonight your wish will be granted and the ashes will soon turn to the hour glass, fading away will be the memory of all this figment of imagination has been 
Stuck for eternity in the fire outweighing the everlasting hurricane called thought. The voice has already disappeared. Soon of her existence the world will be cured

I'm not giving up

Falling on hard times 
the world caves in around me 
I brush the tears away

Giving up the sauce

The whiskey on your breath 
could make a small boy dizzy 
I taste a liquor never brewed”
Emily Dickinson's - The May Wine 

I am asking my hands to stand their ground,
vintage wine leaves my soul spellbound.
I don't know where my lips are bound,
my ears hear the glass clicking sound,
I desire to run fast like a greyhound.

Everyone is whispering loudly, I will come round,
some of them don't know my liver disease background,
since I started the sauce I’ve been living in a fantasy fairground,
I can't seem to write anything poetic or profound,
my pens are abandoned in my pity playground.

In pursuit of clarity, I dream of the grapes underground.
I still want them to swirl my tongue around,
I loathe my sympathy party frown,
once I fit in as the resident clown.

Giving In

The rainbow comes after the storm they say
But my storms are ever lasting 
And my rainbows short-lived.
I don't want to know how much I mean to the world,
When the world means nothing to me.
This constant stagnation of life is tiring
And I have waited long enough
To finally give in to the depths 
Of the shadows that call me in.
To surrender to the temptation
Of being set free from this chaos that torments me
Is all I yearn for.

If Giving Up Was An Option

down into the valley of doubt, my demons haunt 
hauling in all mannerisms with glaring despair 
My nights just day without light 
in the glee, hopes and dreams
In my human spirit is the mystery of life 
with a racing mind; this cruel world
where hard work never pay 
with frustrations; a daily dose

Then I sit up into the empty night
checking my clock it's three AM
twisting and turning to ponder over my well known  frustrations 
my youthful dreams shadow all the contributory 
sparking memories of a once promising future 
flourishing businesses at 22
a happy family at 23
a car at 24
a happy serving christian in the sanctuary 
a generational inspiration; 
touching lives as I am touched.
all swept under

To misery-filled life where 
The thought of hope is bare 
struggles and despair
sparking this thought of dare
quiting this so called school of life

Analysis Paralysis

When you look at your reflection in a mirror, what do you see?
I see a failure, and that failure is me.

I feel like I’m stuck yet I pace up and down.
My face is etched with a worrying frown.

The problem is I tend to fester and then over-think.
At times It’s so bad I feel like I need a drink.

My stomach’s in knots and my mind in a different place.
There’s just so much that I simply can’t face.

But this analysis paralysis will not be the end of me.
First steps needed – deep breaths and a cup of tea.

Music helps me to relax and to calm.
I know that I have support so I’m safe from any harm.

I’m loved by others which makes me warm inside.
I will keep on going – one day I’ll hold my head up with pride.

When Tomorrow Has Nothing To Offer

Like art, hope is the cradle of life
with zeal, this cruel world
from frustration, our haunting zones
ours' are tormenting chapters untold
when tomorrow has nothing to offer
while soothing music shadow all the misery

And alarmingly ours to perish
mother nature's angry fumes
her rage great and highly infectious
without hope, fading of tomorrow's blossom
despair in rise....clued
into tomorrow's uncertainty 

such haunting, I reluctantly quit
In finality, my pen bleeds
I shall feign the smile...you perport   
as I ponder of a blank future, I dare quit

Birthed

Fail not, Time and season
Secretly, my ward faded
With unflinching fire attack

Want to speak
Don't want to confess
As Diamond and Gold tripe
Cloud the sky of my heart
I'm lost and scared to be found

Ouch, my heart got pirated
I began to trod in incur clat
The evening of me become blurry
I'm the Lion with the snail mind
My confidence weathered

Time and season waited in my closet
But I kept them wasted
I took the tick of time for illusion
As I journey with failure as companion
To get burnt on the way

Nothing more to fear
My heart has embraced it sore
The world seems lonely
Only for me to stand boldly
To see the new dawn, flowing
Through a new lucid


©? Laurethe

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