Short Depresses Poems
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The Ruts in Life
A stagnant routine
Stops happiness…depresses.
A heart changed enjoys.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
Once and awhile we come across a problem,
it takes control of us,
depresses us.
Some how we come through,
we solve it,
show it that it wont disturb us any more.
we are strong,
and always will be.
visions of himself
a life of broken fragments
palette toned sepia.
a sense of menace
depresses anticlimax
master of his moods.
he realizes
not all quests are quixotic
some are doomed to fail.
at one end
a finishing
crack actually
only a hair
line fracture left
of the sound
hole
of my old
mandolin
depression
era circa
1930's depresses
me even with
one string broken
soft pick
strumming her
pear
shaped body
Form:
chilled by winter
the cold air seeps through my bones
...I await the spring
winter depresses
the cold suits my very mood
...I long for the spring
winter begone now
I have had enough of you
....I crave springs warmth
Science's
And our World's
Great Minds
Thinker's
Mathematics
The purveyors
Searchers
Answer providers
Live a different consciousness
To us mere mortals
I wonder if the more the brain can comprehend
Fulfills or depresses them
Like trivial pursuits
Drown the bleating Sheep
Winter’s chill pierces my frail heart
My shallow breath could cease,
Ere spring arrives, I may depart
For the sunny islands of Greece.
Beautiful Kythira
Cenozoic era
Lovely riviera
I dream of the Aegean Sea,
Winter’s chill so depresses me.
[Quietus]
written February 4, 2022
Staring through these bloodshot eyes
Your face still comes to mind
A vast plague of infinite loss
Death settles in on the conscience
Slowly the light depresses down into overwhelming darkness
As the people cry for God’s mercy
But mankind’s endless sins prevent God from hearing their screams
All people soon lose hope
And parish in the eternal flames
Form:
Mother’s Day depresses me
because the way Mom sees me
when I came home from service
she rarely gave me notice
and labeled me not normal
never was an animal
she always looked down at me
to her I shouldn’t be free
is it some kind abuse?
she was very nice to Deuce
Deuce was her old friend
my life there to end
I feel guilty for having these thoughts
I always knew my life at home rots
Lay me down, so I can rest my thoughts.
Untie my arms, so I can hold you tight.
Tuck me in, so that I can sleep.
And kiss me softly, so that I may breath.
Lay down my body,
Now my thoughts can rest.
My soul is now free,
And my heart not depresses.
Give me a hug,
And kiss me goodbye.
So now at peace,
My spirit can lie.
~Written in mid-2003 when I was fourteen/fifteen.
Form:
Classic rock bands and hilarious comedians all use to entertain me,
but now when they perform ancient relics are all I see.
If you're an old time singer or comic celebrity
here's some advice from yours truly.
Continue releasing your records but don't make appearances publicly
because you've all gotten old and if the truth be told it depresses the hell out of me.
It sure is a drag this thing we call mortality.
Snow falls with my dreams;
Happiness isn't what it seems.
You see the smile on my face,
Not even suspecting that it's fake.
Christmas comes along with tears,
Broken promises, unforgiving fears.
For most, this is a happy time;
For me, it just depresses my mind.
I need someone to spend the season with;
Someone to cuddle, to hold, to kiss.
It could have been you here with me,
But you met her and decided to leave.
Form:
Aconite Quinn
1.It is soluble in water.
2.It stimulates and depresses,
smoooth muscles,skeletal muscles,
central nervous system and nerves.
3.It produces tingling and numbness.
4.Target becomes weak and unstable.
5.Twitching of the muscles may occur.
6.The pulse and breathing slow & shallow.
7.Death from cardiac arrythmia OR
respiratory Paralysis.
Note.It is difficult to detect in autopsy.
WEHMI NAFSIATI PAGAL GAME OVER..
Breeze is the message
Send in the beak of the dove
By the supreme god.
It's the warning to the
Hard and ridiculous minded one
And wishes to the innocent pearls.
A change in the eyes and
The glow in the heart
Is by the breeze,
The hand of god.
The omnipresent god
Is flowing as the breeze.
It never depresses
But encourage the helpless.
But villain,
when will you understand the breeze
Of the omnipotent god?
Whatever the breeze is,
It's the secret
Of the almighty.
Form:
Time without you here depresses me so.
Branches hang like ribs of an old shipwreck.
I walk through a quiet wood, calling your name.
Only a dry wind answers, rattling the dead leaves.
The path looks identical when not at the end of it.
I look at my hands and fail to recognize the skin.
The ground beneath me feels like it might give way.
I am a shadow cast by nothing at all.
If you are nowhere, then this is my only home.
I’ll remain until darkness envelops my outline.
What is it you must feel
Must think, must say
To see yourself through each and every day?
To cope with life's stresses
And daily depresses
What do you do to clean up those messes?
What keeps you happy?
What makes you fly?
What keeps that sparkle so bright in your eye?
Is it me, is it them?
Or maybe just a friend
That helps you to feel
That helps you to mend?
So next time you feel down
So sad, so blue
Just remember I'm here
Standing quietly next to you.
Autumn sneaks early into September
With cloudy days and cooler temp,
A feeling of fall in the morning air
Arthritis is back, causing me to limp.
Thank goodness for dear ol’ Ben Gay
With his sweet smell of peppermint,
He helps me make it through the day
By applying his soothing, minty scent.
The pain is real, the ache depresses
With stiffness that won’t go away,
We all have those minor distresses
Unfortunately, Arthritis plans to stay!
Written September 10, 2022