Short Depleted Poems
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I gave you my all, you left me feeling so depleted; I’m
~bankrupt
06/05/2022
Alexis Y.
Gray days
Listless
Depleted
Existence, oddly muted
Minutes drag on
Bears are smart to hibernate
Not much to chirp about
~ O2 depleted
each icy step is labored ...
summit's frozen maw ~
My boy toy
seems coy and cunning.
Sweet nothings
repeated,
some uncompleted, he leaves
my hope depleted.
Outside my window, hark! a tweet
Alarm clock opens, a whirring twitter
These words' meanings, we depleted
Their message, away we frittered
I could be sick. I could be shy.
I could be outstanding. I could be high.
I could be low. I could be depleted.
One thing though, I am not defeated.
Depleted?
Defeated?
Tired?
Uninspired?
Change it up.
Do something new.
Be someone new.
Take risks.
Your attitude
And your mood
Are up to you.
Rasputin had to order a new robe,
To increase his depleted wardrobe,
He thought pink would look nice
But he should've thought twice,
His followers left in a drove.
Damn the window sill
It's never needed
It's filled with arze
most times impeded
And rubbed for dust
in times gone fleeted
For lost time served
in sense depleted
She was depleted, drained, exhausted
But determined to live no matter what
Three days later her killer led police to her body
Except she was merely paralyzed, still alive
On the schedule
Very often unplanned;
Energy depleted but on demand;
Rarely appreciated
Taking one for the team,
I don't even fit into;
Money is the goal? Ha!
Everyone. Anyone. But me
Another needless squabble
Leaves him fatigued
Like faded fabric
With frayed fringes
Another dismal day
And he’s left disappointed
Depleted and depressed
A discard
It’s damn dangerous
Felt accused, so abused
Mistreated life, depleted
Violent line defined
Hystericaly speaking,
Can't start reliving
These observations eternal
Meaning the believing
Stops breathing heathen
Form:
Bright flame to
Fading ember
Reservoir of
Creative joy
Now depleted
Brings the
Dim
Dismaying
Emptiness of
Effete creativity
Disheartens
Disenchants
The migrant
Soul of Striving
Artistry
confidence lacking
running low
on empty
internal engine
controlling self-esteem
levels
depleted motivation
driving force
give up on goals
give in to self-doubt
lowering the bar even
lower than before
Deflated Raft 1 and 2 – Haiku
Deflated Raft 1
air depleted, sigh
rubber flat, spinning chaos
raft takes on water
Deflated Raft 2
floats on cold water
flat, under maelstroms great weight
watch the raft turn, sink
Clearing the land of valuable minerals, metals to build weapons of war
Blowing up millions in bombs, land, businesses and homes
Earth depleted yields humans sick from lack of needed minerals
What will be the end?
I wish
I knew
What you
Had needed
I gave
It all
Till I
Was depleted
My kiss
Your lips
No more
I’ve conceded
It aches
For you
My hearts
Blood red
My eyes
The tears
Like rain
Never ceded
The pain
For what
Love not
Ever completed.
Form:
reserves
depleted
entrenched
in
feebleness
strengthless
self-centred
ego
to
the fore
the
tempest
rages
all around
battered
drenched
bereft
broken
beaten-
sigh
turn
back...
the cry
Freshly fallen flakes coat the land
and everything in sight.
Suddenly, Nature seems so bland,
when whitewashed white on white.
Color change completed
Autumn has retreated:
its pallet: depleted.
A clean canvas takes
freshly fallen flakes.
Did not the Bird,
warn us, by his airs?
Fewer by day...more by
night – the owls survive
longer! Did not rodents
warn us? Depleted by
owls, they both now suffer.
Better men open their eyes
to Light – for, even swooping
shadows, will not long survive
such night….
Fed Up With Trump
Up with Trump we are finally fed;
Up wide creek is where it all led;
Brain depleted;
Have deleted;
Trump is nocturnal and wet in bed.
Can't imagine a chick in bed with
him and getting wet all over. Here
we have to go all over again.
Jim Horn
There are Debbie Dis-Gusted, Dis-Delights in this crazy world, so neatly.
And they all want to be my most utter best friend, and seek me so sweetly.
Which I now understand has depleted me absolutely and completely.
As walls I do not build; my emotions are always on Open-eatly.
I am a woman saver
I see them all depleted and torn
Smashed and squashed
Down in ditches
I try to pull them out
Not using church or books of man
I put my arms out but they do not leap into them
They think I am a killer, a maniac, someone else to hurt them
I never stop trying
Kicking up pillows of dust
in desert dry
depleted of hope
In his magnificence
he prances
stomping
bucking
unrestrained
17 hands raw
black as death
nostrils flaring
fire eyes raving
muscles taut in
anticipation
of the continuous climb
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