Confusion Sonnet Poems

Depression hits in many different ways
Some struggle to get up most days
Happy people see the sun, feel it's rays
Look at us and think it's just...

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Something's missing in the puzzle of life.
I'm living without something, I just know.
I must tell you, my confusion is rife.
I'm stumped.  I've hunted high....

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An envelope of pink that she had kissed
sometime before, her perfume lingered still,
earthy reminders of last evening's tryst;
lay, unexpected, on his windowsill.
It's blatant presence flamed...

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Devrais-je feindre l'ignorance pour cacher mes sentiments, 
Ou devrais-je vraiment m'en soucier, incapable de feindre? 
Tant de courage pour affronter l'inconnu, 
Pourtant muet devant elle,...

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I WISH I HAD

I wish I had greater understanding
About this girl that I might really love
I’m a plane just waiting for a landing
Seen circling in...

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Chaos surrounds me there is no escape
Moment of reflection is all I ask
Oasis of calm in which I am draped
Sanctuary of peace in which to...

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 ~Write me a Sonnet BUT, let it be known
no poems are allowed with names there upon.
No wordie finesse to impress or construe
like gossamer wing,...

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What are these words that rage with hate and war
That scream with bullets’ searing, lethal roar
That slash with livid flames the midnight sky
And with a...

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I thought, like a net unknotted, puzzles would be solved.
With the question, 'Who am I? What's the purpose of my life?
I was wrong. Like the...

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An empty heart cries through the longest night
the only sound heard is cold tears that fall
where pain rises to a terrible height
and no one answers...

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Thus, from the ashes, vile regimes evolve
to fill a void and seed a hungry wave.
A pulpit rage lets common sense dissolve 
as propaganda feeds us...

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This intrusion on my psyche tosses
a faint desire for up-smelling roses.
My shrink says this urge imposes losses
that the former countereffect poses.

I'm unable to muster the...

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Guilt is a fact, that sprung to Life by an immoral act

Guilt sits heavy on your chest, bitter, gives you no rest 

Guilt is a...

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In hope of gain if man bears pain,
Clouds gain just as to drain as rain,
Crooked, but roads still look ahead,
A gold chain binds no less...

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Does life to anyone really make sense?
If it does, then I must be really dense.
God offers his wisdom and truth to man,
Yet it still seems...

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