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Short At The End Of My Rope Poems

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Above
There far above
I'm at the end of my rope
Still I haven't lost my hope
I don't deal drugs and surely not the dope
Kept my brain smart
And one with my heart
And felt one with god
Now the time has come
For all my troubles are gone
Now I'm a ease
To live at piece
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Categories: at the end of my rope, black african american, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness,
Form: Free verse



I'm at the end of my rope
(This is a fictional poem)

I'm in jail because my son stopped going to school.
My cellmate is smelly and I'm fed nothing but gruel.
I'm very depressed and I'm at the end of my rope.
I've been begging my cellmate to take a bath and use some soap.
My son is proud of himself and he brags because he's never cried.
But that will change when I get out of here and tan his hide....

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Categories: at the end of my rope, father, funny, son, son, son,
Form: I do not know?
where
     Where is my hope?
     I'm at the end of my rope
     How can I cope ?
     Problem not removed by soap
     Need some dope
     My lover chose to elope

     Stronger than I think, there is hope
     At the bottom of a pit, see a rope !
     Climbing inch by inch, I can cope
     New lover, she sells soap !
     Time to celebrate, break out the dope !
     Soul mates never elope...

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Categories: at the end of my rope, humor, love,
Form: Monorhyme
Alone In The Dark
Imperfection deep inside
shatters my bandaged soul.
Shadows descend my listless mind-
Sorrow seeps into my heart;
	My spirit trickles out.

Slowly my soul is shriveling-
powerless to ebb the flow,
useless to everyone,
ignored by the world;
	My spirit has bled out.

No where left to turn-
at the end of my rope-
strangled by hopeless dreams-
all alone in my life;
	Darkness fills the void....

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Categories: at the end of my rope, angst, depression, sad
Form: Free verse
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 fiction!)

February 15, 2019
Submitted for:  Reflect That Emotion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:  Nina Parmenter...

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Categories: at the end of my rope, conflict, depression, emotions, loneliness, lonely, lost, pain,
Form: Blank verse