#hopelessness poems on Hello Poetry

SleepEasy Jan 2021

As my heart plummets, I feel its weight
Oh my stomach... it's not what I ate
I'm in a trance, can you relate?
Give me a chance, let me reiterate

If I deigned to inform you, if I were to say
I'll die alone; would you then pray
Or would you be inconvenienced for a day?
Let me say it a different way

I walk in the dark, bruises and bumps
Without any talk, my body jumps
As my heart pumps, I'm falling fast
Until the thump, which I feel last

#suicide #hopelessness #despair

Henrique A Caldas Jan 2021

Void, Aether, A Promise

Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great
— Roger de Bussy-Rabutin, Memoir of Roger de Rabutin

Four thousand meters above the sea, I breathe without air
I feel the same when beside me you are no more
The black, the void chokes me in the moment’s despair
And The Scarlet Fear runs inside me with a thunderous roar

My aching marooned heart bleeds from behind
Of the darkened soul that consumes me at each stride
But love is the golden aether of my troubled mind
An oxygen supply brought to this confusion tide

Without your presence, they were icy nights
Though knowing your fire ignited with my fuel
Is a mild treat, a promise of a beautiful sight

Kindless trouble, is it all in my imagination?
And is the love I feel a mere foolish incantation?

I will never know until she answers my soundless voice

This poem follows a modification of a sonnet structure and follows the story of the previous poem, showing a layer of dissonant emotions engulfing the speaker.

#hopelessness #love #maroon #air #aether #void #absence #questions

Lake Jan 2021

Dark little heart of mine

It's pitch black
Darkness eats away
Gnawing at my worries
It crawls up my skin
Picking at my blemishes
It fills my mind creating hopelessness
Darkness flows through my veins
It's getting dark,
in this little heart of mine

I was listening to Demons by imagine Dragons when I wrote this

#darkness #dark #heart #hopelessness #worries #mind

Homunculus Jan 2021

Ask Me a Question

**** if I know.
I scarcely understand much anymore.
I am but a puddle of coherent reminiscences
oozing across the floor into decoherence and
diffusing into maximum entropy.

We are in Hell:
all is Maya,
all is Mara,
all is Dukkha.
Yet, we are slaves
who love our chains.

And I am a lifeless, fetal,
**** economicus,
mortifying de rigeur
in the ossified skull of a
long forgotten **** sapien.

If only those kinship instincts could've
survived the havoc we've wrought.
Look at what we've done.
Look at what we do.

**** for money.
**** for oil.
**** for land.
**** for 'justice.'
**** for God
**** for 'the cause'
**** for the sake of killing,
and pave over what's left.

Leave a few trees and bushes for our
dystopic terrarium.
'Our Synthetic Environment,'
old Murray[1] called it.

Now, walk into the forest.
Be there. Stay there.
Do you feel it?
Any of this nonsense we call
'civilization'?

Or
is it that you feel something more. . .
poignant?
More true?
To a point where our heated debates
appear as no more than frivolous diatribes?

When do we stop all this narrative solipsism
and get to the ******* point?
None of this is real.
Our thoughts are not our own.
Have they ever been?

The Spectacle [2] reigns supreme
as we idle spectators
speculate idly upon it.

Borges's fable of the cartographers [3]
has reached its apotheosis,
and we are its unwilling
and unwitting victims. . . .

A bit too much wine is the culprit here, I suspect.

1: Murray Bookchin, radical social theorist and major figure in the ecology movement.
2: "In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation." - Guy Debord, Society of the Spectacle, 1967
3: The Borges story, credited fictionally as a quotation from "Suárez Miranda, Viajes de varones prudentes, Libro IV, Cap. XLV, Lérida, 1658", imagines an empire where the science of cartography becomes so exact that only a map on the same scale as the empire itself will suffice. [source: Wikipedia]

#hopelessness #anguish #tyranny #capitalism #ecology #economy #politics #facebook #twitter #instagram

M E Ronan Dec 2020

Resilience Lost

A drop on my cheek was of a hollow tear,
It silenced the day that was so near.

#sad #depression #society #hopelessness #pain #lost #life

Dawn Dec 2020

• 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 •

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓,
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑑,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑.

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.
𝐴𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛
𝐼𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜.

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓.
𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑠,
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠.

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠,
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ.
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓,
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑑𝑜.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓,
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒,
𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.
𝐵𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑛.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

a very very late upload since I planned to post this before the end of November but I forgot all about it :3

Anyways, Merry Christmas everyone, I hope y'all had a great Christmas day muah<3

#anguish #depression #lonliness #hopelessness #sad #anxiety #vent #regret

Martyna Maselskyte Nov 2020

stillness

i sit still in my room
haveing planned out
my future

believing
i have a gift to predict it

i sit still in my mind
as the light
of the hopefulness
slowly fades

to a flicker in the sky
far away

during these locked up weeks, hopefulness starts to fade and i'll do anything to hold on to even a breath of it

#hopelessness #thinking #anxious #sad #sky #light

verus Nov 2020

A Statement of Existence and Striving

no point in thinking
about right or wrong,
in the end, is it ever up to us?

I wonder about my hopes.
I may have lost them all,
yet I fail to indulge
in the epicurean practice
of abandonment.

no glory, joy, or
gold—if it mattered—awaits me,
it's something its consequence
will hurl a spear
between my blades

and watch me fall to the absence of sea.

but there is hope for the child
that once held my hand
and said “you're kind.”

thus with this spear,
I may take sail
into the abundance of tears.

without a purpose I remain.

#hopelessness #unmotivated #motivation

verus Nov 2020

The End

all I should do
with nothing I can do,
joint at the elbows
beyond the corner where I reach'd

there was so much I needed,
so much I wished,
much I could have been—
but regrets.

shan't I ever, be or possess
any hope, nor faith, nor regret.
for I became what I of myself made,
and although corrupted my chariot I carry,

as the prying animals
in the sky vigile
my entrails.
thus I remain unrepentant.

#hopelessness #regret #selfworth #disappointment #solitude