Well Of Despair Poems - Poems about Well Of Despair

They told you the dark was empty, that space was a cold hush with nothing to say but they were wrong. The silence between stars is not silence at all, but a listening a lullaby wrapped in gravity, waiting for someone to call it beautiful. You, who thought yourself too small, too broken, too scattered in thought you are seen. You are named. And the light that shaped you never forgot. Even...

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There are arches and doorknobs I feel with my hands but, instead of pushing through, around and round i meander clueless, my head in a cloud caught up in the darkness I coddle to the point of despair and delusion. AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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DESPAIR NOT Root not in despair, be in the reaping of God’s fruits of healing grace: Glorified in your progress, continue plowing onward:- ...

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Amid the fire of twilight sun I wish I knew my way horizon’s char and moonlight’s shun has ashed my hope I pray for dark cloud constellation to free a steed for me to flee gunshot streets for primrose to steal my jaundice and burn the itch in roadside stars for me to follow scent and sight and find forsaken...

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The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence, while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity. The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh, injecting poison into subcutaneous tissue, unwieldily setting the stage. A heaviness of humid, stale air presses down on compressed lungs, as maniacal laughter bounces off cracked ceilings. Buzzing flies circle, swooping down just to...

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When the darkness colors the midnight skies And all your blessings seem in the past, you surmise The ache of heart who knows nothing but lies Listen to the story of His glory – He never dies When the worries grow harder and you feel defeated And all your heartfelt yearnings are uncompleted The heavy hand of doubt causes you to...

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hardship chiseled in his features silence laden by a troubled past his thoughts kept to himself behind an invisible wall of insulation while his face speaks to me in whispers of a history muddled with shady details eyes reveal that regrets he's had a few and dreams now seem out of reach yet there's a part of him that refuses to give up AP:...

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Friend, you think you’ve fallen into the bowels of an endless abyss. Trust that it will not be infinitely dark and you will find a way to survive this. Live through every moment of your grief as you must. It will somehow make you stronger. This is a test you must complete: no instructions, no shortcuts, no quick fixes. You’re stronger than you...

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These are English translations of Urdu poems by Jaun Elia with themes of solitude, loneliness, alienation, love, life, death and loss. When you come, you will find me lost, for in my solitude there are dreams, nothing else. You desire to decorate my room, but in my room there are books, nothing else. These tyrannical books have done me a...

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Altho' fearless it was flightless I do declare and when it found itself earthbound was the dodo despondent in despair or even think it would become extinct if it knew it was in deep doo-doo somewhat akin to the the missing link unafraid of man who thought them dumb as they come on the quiet an easy prey for sailors a whole new different dinner diet but there was nothing...

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I still wake to crisp morning air, but hope dissolves right then and there. As I open my eyes, I realize and sigh— another day begins, and I wonder why. Time drags slowly—no spark, no fun, another long cold day, no warmth, no sun. No ambition, no energy, nothing gets done— just me and this silence I cannot outrun. I used to be...

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The Sun forgot to rise one day, and never came again. The stars blinked out like dying sparks– the world went cold, and then... the silence grew, the stories died, and no one dared to dream. But deep beneath the weight of dark, inside a cave unknown,  one ember breathed–not bright, not bold, but fiercely on its own. It had the...

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Pulling me into your universe Holding me hostage there Only surviving as caged bird Teal feathers float in despair Onyx smile still haunts now Grateful for future green days Raping my heart the silver sound A little cliche amethyst masquerade Painting purple powerful poses Hostage of your drug overdoses...

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If soil could complain- if air could sign, if Earth could weep, and if humanity could truly speak of what it has done to itself.   They would recount quite wounds, buried in silence, echoes stifled by times, memories sealed away, folded within like secrets- the world refused to hear.   But silence is not peace, it is a storm held in the lungs, a scream never given voice.   And if...

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T h e hope of "not yet knowing" had been my torment. But you brought me ease— with a sweet poison, enough to carry me through to tomorrow....

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