Depression Imagism Poems | Examples
These Depression Imagism poems are examples of Imagism poems about Depression. These are the best examples of Imagism Depression poems written by international poets.
This empty pack of cigarettes
Reminds me of the time we met
We were vibrant and young
We watched the world as we spun
Around
Dancing among all these questions
The heavy glow was making fun
Mocking the future of what was to come
The sun is setting on a love once lost
Anew day is approaching
But at what cost?
Five foot even and burned at the ends
It is goodbye
It is time to mend
These broken promises never kept
You were the blade that clipped
My wings
It is over
We are infectd
And you're addicted
The attention you always craved
Comes with a price
These scars on my lungs
Are my screams as I clung
Onto you
What's the price we pay for perfecton
For affliction
So cover me in ink
And bury me, just bury me
This broken glass is a broken memory
Of the house we used to share
I'll burn it to the ground
As I smoke my last cigarette
It reminds me of the time we met
Drowning in Fear
This feeling of sudden, impending doom
corners me with strong arms.
A deep seated ache of guilt
for what wrong doing, I know not...
begins tearing at my insides
like a sharp toothed rat
with fire looming at its back
and no escape but through the walls of my stomach.
I'm weakened by constant struggle and resistance.
It is a vicious circle. Duty, responsibilities, expectations...
neglected to avoid that fear that hounds me.
Only to make the anxiety greater,
which in turn frightens me into phobia...
unreasonable fears.
These babes of my youth, then easier to command
and forced to overcome,
have grown into strong, cruel men
who laugh at my struggles...
binding me, immobile,
as dark waters flow over my head.
Firming up each knot I manage to loose
and pushing my head under
as they laugh and laugh and laugh.
Alone!
Big Cat is trapped inside a cage.
With every passing hour, up goes its rage
Deeper is its growl,
And more menacing is its scowl
The fight is strong as it yearns to be free
Far, far away from this shameful place of captivity
Out of this place
Out from gloom and disgrace
The beast scratches and claws incessantly, but to no avail
Distant ephemeral reflections of a savanna, its sullen heart longs to bail
A king of valor relegated to a diminutive, cold space
No grasslands for play and no prey to hunt; trapped in a foreign place
Soon the cacophonous growl wanes into a feeble murmur
The beastly, commanding sound has lost its ferocious fervor
Bewildered, weary, and defeated, it starts cryin'
No place to roam and far from home, in the cage lies the lion
C P
space. empty.
fill it.
fill it
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
quietness.
nothing but everything
filled with
the nothingness
need. it needs.
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Death...Body
The inevitable beast, embodied
Weapon for the evil
terminating missions, end a message
Keep all
Waiting for another messenger
Death... It always leaves a void behind
The means to escape live's torture
For the good
Every lost a vision end, blurred
Revision all
Alteration, new version
Death... The structure
Unaware instructions of isolation
Leaving soberness behind
Heart aches, yelling of pains
Difficulty
Loser's gain, try to heal
Death... Shameless Criminal
Steal your breath
Leaves you breathless
Vulnerable
Deceased love
Roaring torments
Voices and memories
Echos and vivid dreams
Relentlessly
Death... Crip disease
Cripping into the heart
blurred eyes
Dash in the lungs
Ripple breathless
Cripple the bones
Lame you
ripple effect
Crip, clined... Lying
Unconsciously
Unaware
Casket
Death... Forget
Forget by all
Too soon
Gone forever
most say
Some reminisce.
I had a love, I swear I did;
I know it must be true,
Because my soul still bears the mark,
The imprint of her hand.
In desperation, before the mirror, wide I rip my shirt,
And search, with manic eyes, the reflection bared therein.
Surely there must be a trace, a mark, a sign,
An inscription, a signature, anything at all
Upon the space above my heart.
Maddened, I scan the breast endlessly.
Nothing.
I had a love, I swear I did;
I know it must be true,
We shared our selves, our life, our love,
One body, mind and spirit.
I know that she was mine, I know;
She told me it was so.
But here I am, where she is not,
Mumbling like a crazed and sorry fool;
And sooth, I know that she is better off without me,
So tell the truth now,
That at least you owe yourself;
At least that motley sum;
Look in the mirror once again, no flinching, hold it steady;
A prize I ain’t.
So at least pretend to be a man,
You sniveling little bastard.
My happy place can be the beaches,
Or they can be the mountains...
I love flying in the air,
Though I prefer travelling by trains...
I climbed up at the top of hills with care,
Shouted my name courageously but a little scared...
I realised that an ocean can have a story to share,
I lost myself in the mesmerising sphere...
Butterfly fish, Kissing fish,
I saw Blue tang and Clown fish,
Clouds of tiny water droplets were forming,
Long pine trees were attention holding...
I also felt like a mermaid in water,
Gently caressing my brown hair,
The sky was exceptionally blue that day,
Mountains absorbed my echoes on the way...
If in depression reach the mountains,
Go to beaches if the heart has stains...
My ears could hear that waves were hugging the shore,
My favourite places of happiness for sure...
Written by~
Rashmi Kaushik
#MyDynamicEmotions????
If depression was a garden and hope was a flower,
It wouldn't bloom here.
It would decay and rot from the inside.
Petals fragile crumbling
Never soft, never vibrant
Grey.
The garden isn't all things life
It's past tense
The storm that followed the rain but never stopped
Puddles turning into sinkholes.
All consuming.
Rage is here in the gaps of the soil
Sadness burried within decrepit roots
Depression is wishing something would bloom.
Anything.
Just once...
Fist to the ground screaming "Please"
This substrate isn't built to sustain life.
Strife.
This garden is full of sustaining doubts and droughts all the same.
Wasting away in my head.
I'm wasting away inside it.
Do you see it?
Can you tell that this very moment I'm swaying,
Nearly intoxicated by the lump in my throat.
But here I am in lawn and garden.
Watering flowers.
Wishing I had something inside me that would be vibrant like these roses and not the dead petals beneath my feet.
Trying to will my wasting into wildflowers.
WHERE IS HE THAT WILL FEED ME
An invisible thief,
Beyond the dark horizons,
Our hearts will once more sing,
For those who leave us for awhile,
We believe their journey just begun.
Life holds many facet but this Earth is only one.
The destiny of every living being.
An unquenchable flame.
A strong wind without a wind breaker.
No man shy away from you irrespective of his powers.
We can’t stop you, but you stopped us.
You do husband and wife apart,
Kill the rich and the poor,
And they abandon all the struggles and wealth of the earth.
You fear no giant neither do you pity children.
You sneak into home and make it empty.
Oh death! A respecter of no home.
You separate people from the joy of life,
A place of no day and years,
Wrap them in comfortless embrace,
Enshrouded with sorrow and tears.
Oh death, An uninvited guest!
You serve people breakfast with grieve,
Without them seeing you for appreciation,
Leaving them with everlasting lamentation
where will our help come from?
Who will treat us like him?
Where is he that will feed us.
To think of a place, I tried
as I left for the station
but I still couldn't decide
where do I spent my vacation?
A place, where I could hide
from my grief, my depression
Thinking hard, I looked to my side
as people left for their destination
what's wrong with my brain! I sighed
Hearing that, my brain felt offensive
An idea sparked in my mind
I went to the Transport Pensive
I selected the Saturn Slide
it was quite expensive
I could feel myself liquefied
I swirled around, it was extensive
I took the Saturn's Ring Ride
as I was landin', there came a rally
They welcomed me with arms wide
They were greetin' me open Heartedly
the native food was being cooked
they were fryin' meal, spicy and oily
I stayed in the hotel, all rooms booked
after restin' I visited the lush valley
everything I wished was granted
I ate pizza, I licked ice cream
but It was not where I belonged
and it belonged in my dream
My head, now a boiling cauldron
From my pen, thoughts bleed red,
in a broken stream muddled up
They do not have a neat flow
They come out in squirts,
leaving scarlet stains,
a monochrome of blotches of hurt and sadness
Still I feel such instant relief,
as the latch of a cage being unfastened
to let out the birds of pain fly far
March.9. 2022
New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
If love do exist
Why are there so many hatred?
Why are there so many heart broken
Why are there so many devices
Why are there too much gender based violence
If love do exist
Why nowadays youth doesn't respect elderly
Why are they drowning in alcohol
Why are they busy with drugs
Is that the sign that we doesn't love ourselves
If love do exist
Why there is preachers who are preachernue
They stand at the pulpit and said JESUS IS LOVE after that they're expecting a huge pay check
Oh no they are the Pastorprenue
My people's does love exist?
with such tenderness
she plays the moonlight
soothing the warm raindrops languishing fall
THE CAGED BIRDS
When the twilight falls
with light of clumsy fish
in a shallow stream
rain flows with raging winds
*YOUNG POET*
Living oppressed like an aged cloth
hang under the spicy sun
singing song of lamentation to cool down
their burning nerves
*YOUNG POETESS*
They hiss
like a wounded ororo snake
chokes with vengeance
in orhere-land, curly and springy
it glistens in the dark
*YOUNG POET*
The world was discoloured
as their heart rending
*YOUNG POETESS*
Electoral mortification
The ego of one man
chaotically divided a nation.
Hypnotically humiliated
and brought its people into dissolute hatred,
plucking each other limits.
Dehumanized the intelligence of great minds.
This team of trumpers!
imperious loud mouths,
puissant leaches stumping on others,
with ominous filthy words.
Despicable regard for biblical equal.
Do not unto others what you would not do unto yourself.
Leave the hate,
it’s like a malignant tumor,
it consumes time to no avail.
Color is just a shade,
Blood in man is indeed unique,
whether it was brown skin Jesus, dark skin Moses you or me.
as it retains a unified bond beyond us.
Someday,
I may need you and you may need me
for something grater than -
this evil influence crawling into our lives.
Your cry and my cry the same, seeking comfort.
©Al Juman -The "said" Poet, 11/25/2019