"despiration" poems - Hello Poetry

With nothing left I sit my *** alone in a chair. The table stands naked- ashamed in the room, while I pour myself a glass. A dull light shines upon the wooden fixture. All the lonliness in the world stirred into the mixture. There, a glass of satisfying sedation I cannot seem to hold. The ground cracks, I can feel the separation. My brain aches, there's no mistake of despiration. The bottle pours, a thirsty cause, JD please give me salvation.

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Jun 11, 2010

Jun 11, 2010 at 6:34 AM UTC

christopher-rossi

Satisfying Sedation ( fiction)

With nothing left I sit my *** alone in a chair. The table stands naked- ashamed in the room, while I pour myself a glass. A dull light shines upon the wooden fixture. All the lonliness in the world stirred into the mixture. There, a glass of satisfying sedation I cannot seem to hold. The ground cracks, I can feel the separation. My brain aches, there's no mistake of despiration. The bottle pours, a thirsty cause, JD please give me salvation.

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Old World Juliette, it is a sad day which has come true. My skill with the English language failed me And I said things which no man should ever say to you. We did come to date for a while like I had wished, But then it all came crashing down around us Because of those ill-advised words which I said In worse-fated moments of desire and despiration. I wished to be the one, your protection against the world But all I did was turn and cut you down again. I claim to be a Modern Day Romeo, Thinking of us as star-crossed lovers destined to be, But we, like the original pair of this namesake, are fated to be separated By the poison I have taken, crafted by my own hand And put in each arrow of each word to you I had spoken. Then, in Juliette fashion, I came out of my stupor to find our love dead, Poisoned by my vial - by the vileness of my own creation, Stopped before the budding love-lily ever truly started growing.

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Oct 24, 2013

Oct 24, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC

jack-turner

An Apology To Old World Juliette

Old World Juliette, it is a sad day which has come true. My skill with the English language failed me And I said things which no man should ever say to you. We did come to date for a while like I had wished, But then it all came crashing down around us Because of those ill-advised words which I said In worse-fated moments of desire and despiration. I wished to be the one, your protection against the world But all I did was turn and cut you down again. I claim to be a Modern Day Romeo, Thinking of us as star-crossed lovers destined to be, But we, like the original pair of this namesake, are fated to be separated By the poison I have taken, crafted by my own hand And put in each arrow of each word to you I had spoken. Then, in Juliette fashion, I came out of my stupor to find our love dead, Poisoned by my vial - by the vileness of my own creation, Stopped before the budding love-lily ever truly started growing.

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It was a cold day running from the cops in the rain. Gotta get my hands ***** if I wanna buy a chain If I do make it out imma prolly go insane If I do get rich then its prolly off a stain Hands all ****** as im hopping on the bus + Air so cold that my blood turned to slush + Growing 2 fast like **** what's the rush Get rich or die trying There is nothing 2 discuss

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC

VaakoakaCrossfaceSammy

Despiration

It was a cold day running from the cops in the rain. Gotta get my hands ***** if I wanna buy a chain If I do make it out imma prolly go insane If I do get rich then its prolly off a stain Hands all ****** as im hopping on the bus + Air so cold that my blood turned to slush + Growing 2 fast like **** what's the rush Get rich or die trying There is nothing 2 discuss

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I followed the rabbit of despiration down the contradictory hole. It lead me to believe I could have anything. But what if what I wanted had no name. What if what I needed came in the form of a still beating heart. My flesh was crawling with want. Lust. Desire. I needed it. I wanted it. Hopeless and weary, I craved it in an ugly and filthy fashion. My bones ached for the touch of something real. Something that could feel. I was ripped of comfort and replaced it with grit. **** out the pure and pour in the damage. I don't want to leave. I can't. I'm stuck. Simply, stuck.

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Mar 24, 2013

Mar 24, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC

anna-lynn

Stuck

I followed the rabbit of despiration down the contradictory hole. It lead me to believe I could have anything. But what if what I wanted had no name. What if what I needed came in the form of a still beating heart. My flesh was crawling with want. Lust. Desire. I needed it. I wanted it. Hopeless and weary, I craved it in an ugly and filthy fashion. My bones ached for the touch of something real. Something that could feel. I was ripped of comfort and replaced it with grit. **** out the pure and pour in the damage. I don't want to leave. I can't. I'm stuck. Simply, stuck.

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I need to get over you. If only there was someone just like you. Same face, same personality, same actions, same habits. Me and you are impossible but yet why does my heart say otherwise. Why do feelings and fate point in another direction? I tried to dream a fantasy to forget you. I tried thinking of someone better than you. Someone who is far away, Someone i have not even seen yet. That person who does not even know i exist, that person i am also not sure exists. He would be the one i fell in love with since i was born. Don't know his face, or name but know his feeling, know his essence. I tried, i tired and i was successful for a bit. But what now? it's not working now. The picture of life in my brain still has pieces of you stuck everywhere. Its a color that never fades away, a song that never stops playing, A face that never stops smiling. Show me how to forget, Show me how to erase this part in my picture.

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Aug 17, 2012

Aug 17, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC

zaina-r

Despiration

I need to get over you. If only there was someone just like you. Same face, same personality, same actions, same habits. Me and you are impossible but yet why does my heart say otherwise. Why do feelings and fate point in another direction? I tried to dream a fantasy to forget you. I tried thinking of someone better than you. Someone who is far away, Someone i have not even seen yet. That person who does not even know i exist, that person i am also not sure exists. He would be the one i fell in love with since i was born. Don't know his face, or name but know his feeling, know his essence. I tried, i tired and i was successful for a bit. But what now? it's not working now. The picture of life in my brain still has pieces of you stuck everywhere. Its a color that never fades away, a song that never stops playing, A face that never stops smiling. Show me how to forget, Show me how to erase this part in my picture.

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I wonder when Trapped inside The dragonfly feels Every inch of the walls Curbing her from the sky. Does her path know destination? Or does she wait for a gap to the wild blue That will never come? I know her fatigue The steadfast despiration of Looking for an out False windows grant A glimpse of a simplistic freedom Where carving the air has become A fading dream.

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Aug 14, 2017

Aug 14, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC

sarah-spang

Dragonfly

I wonder when Trapped inside The dragonfly feels Every inch of the walls Curbing her from the sky. Does her path know destination? Or does she wait for a gap to the wild blue That will never come? I know her fatigue The steadfast despiration of Looking for an out False windows grant A glimpse of a simplistic freedom Where carving the air has become A fading dream.

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First let me say: No one is perfect We all are unique We all learn differently We think seperatley Our dreams and ambitions belong to our individual souls. So why do yoy expect my daughter to be a cookie cutter image of a child at her age? She is special and perfect in my eyes. With a heart of pure innoscense and gold. But all you see are the tears, the tantrums, and the fears. You don't see the sweet little girl that cries herself to sleep because she never feels good enough. You don't see the defeat and pain in her big brown eyes when a task is difficult or hard to understand. The frustration because she doesn't know how to cope or why shes not like the rest. The depth of exhaustion she experiences every day because her little body is not strong enough to master the challenges of the day. You don't see the despiration to be accepted and loved. Her mind and body communicate at the speed of light or at the pace of a tourtise. So young she has no words to explain the torture that normal activities cause her pain. You don't see the spatk of hope when praised for a job well done. You don't hear her screams for help. A hand to guide her through this world.

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC

amberblank15

special

First let me say: No one is perfect We all are unique We all learn differently We think seperatley Our dreams and ambitions belong to our individual souls. So why do yoy expect my daughter to be a cookie cutter image of a child at her age? She is special and perfect in my eyes. With a heart of pure innoscense and gold. But all you see are the tears, the tantrums, and the fears. You don't see the sweet little girl that cries herself to sleep because she never feels good enough. You don't see the defeat and pain in her big brown eyes when a task is difficult or hard to understand. The frustration because she doesn't know how to cope or why shes not like the rest. The depth of exhaustion she experiences every day because her little body is not strong enough to master the challenges of the day. You don't see the despiration to be accepted and loved. Her mind and body communicate at the speed of light or at the pace of a tourtise. So young she has no words to explain the torture that normal activities cause her pain. You don't see the spatk of hope when praised for a job well done. You don't hear her screams for help. A hand to guide her through this world.

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on a hot day on a cold night trees moving systemically to the wind left, right and center as a dance leaves jumping for joy cool breeze soothening the nerves fat men under sheds dark men in white shirts facelessness of the dark makes children uneasy chatter from girls, talks from boys elders glued to radio mothers in wrappers tending to food promises made at the dark corners babies snoring the breeze stops mosquitoes alert for food wrappers make swoosh sound legs,hand beaten in despiration to **** the restlessness of the childeren becomes a burden the radio an unending noise life is weird even on a cold night it can be hot. akinwale damilare

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Feb 3, 2017

Feb 3, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC

akinwale-damilare-ayomikun

life?

on a hot day on a cold night trees moving systemically to the wind left, right and center as a dance leaves jumping for joy cool breeze soothening the nerves fat men under sheds dark men in white shirts facelessness of the dark makes children uneasy chatter from girls, talks from boys elders glued to radio mothers in wrappers tending to food promises made at the dark corners babies snoring the breeze stops mosquitoes alert for food wrappers make swoosh sound legs,hand beaten in despiration to **** the restlessness of the childeren becomes a burden the radio an unending noise life is weird even on a cold night it can be hot. akinwale damilare

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I woke up early that day but once I peeled open my eyes realisation clouded them as reality blinded me, I fell asleep that day despiration pulling me away from the atrocities of the waking world as I lay in bed crying and wailing, A bit of me died with you that day as my heart did fall apart solemn and invisible but I still feel you now and know you never left because I woke up early that day to spend more time with you.

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Jul 15, 2025

Jul 15, 2025 at 9:03 AM UTC

SS_poetry

That day

I woke up early that day but once I peeled open my eyes realisation clouded them as reality blinded me, I fell asleep that day despiration pulling me away from the atrocities of the waking world as I lay in bed crying and wailing, A bit of me died with you that day as my heart did fall apart solemn and invisible but I still feel you now and know you never left because I woke up early that day to spend more time with you.

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