Depression Teacher Poems

You once had a WISTFUL life,                   ...

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Fish

A half dozen, small fins…
bought from the pet shop. 
Now swimming free in an ocean,
of rock, plastic flowers, and artsy things…
“All” part of the bigger...

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There will come a day that you'll look back on this life and I can only hope that you'll cherish the knowledge and character I...

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Said My distraught Mind, sexual pleasure has now left me blank
My Life,
my virginity,
my honor,
my desires
and your wants.
Traumatic these moments
as I stall to deliberate.
 Whiles you’re...

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Oh, smile you devious angels, smile
Smile like the devil never touched your sins
Wash your guilt and pleasures with
Your name, your brand, your kin
Cross your arms...

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If we are nicer they will come around, yes, we think so.
We are optimists, we are teachers, and social workers, right?
We are moms and dads,...

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My dad died in the mountains when I was six.
First words out of his mouth, a new boy, unknown to me.
How old are you now?...

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She can’t be left-handed, my mother told my dad.
Miss Kneeland, the first grade teacher says it’s simply not the fad.
There must be something wrong with...

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She was Auntie Mame, Cher, Bette, and Liza with a Z to those amongst us.
Children clamored for her attention, twirling and whirling in her presence.
She...

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You never listen
Yes I know it's true
I see you try and deny it
How's that working for you?

I will say one thing
You will hear another
I will...

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Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs,...

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To capture the attention everyone else gets but you
You do whatever you can to get it
Even if its bad
You continue to do it
To get the...

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Hold on my dear,
Don't be afraid my friend.
I'll be okay as I fade away.

You don't have to worry,
You just carry on.
My teacher, my preacher.

It's innate,...

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He sits alone; they think he is dull, 
In the last desk of the class; he paints
a world of his own-a teacher enters! 
His eyes...

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Thy fire cleanses my body of the darkness that clings to me 
Createing a barrior that the darkness cannot pierce
Thy wings bright and shining though...

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