"despondant" poems - Hello Poetry

Walking down the street I often trip Over the despondant and pathetic husks Of Moral Invalids It is easy to gloss over The danger and contamination The way these people pollute life With delusions and manifestations Rooted in their simple minded Conjuration of the will of invisible men Unfortunately the majority is swayed Clinging desperately to False comforts congregation brings Interaction with them is dangerous Even with a brush One can catch the contagion of ill conformity There is no method for aversion We're continually besieged by The Invalids

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Mar 3, 2010

Mar 3, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC

alexander-s

Lyudi Invalidy

Walking down the street I often trip Over the despondant and pathetic husks Of Moral Invalids It is easy to gloss over The danger and contamination The way these people pollute life With delusions and manifestations Rooted in their simple minded Conjuration of the will of invisible men Unfortunately the majority is swayed Clinging desperately to False comforts congregation brings Interaction with them is dangerous Even with a brush One can catch the contagion of ill conformity There is no method for aversion We're continually besieged by The Invalids

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I was never one to fantasize about my wedding day or obssess about the identity and whereabouts of my groom to be . I just viewed marriage as pleasant expectation. Something wonderful that would come in its due time But now I've come to my sences. Untie the boquet, tell the flower girl to ignite her roses, tell the ring bearer not to take caution, pour the champaign down the drain and tear down the wedding cake. The groom isn't going to show . And I don't blame him What awaited him was an asylum in a white dress . Each step would have brought him closer to being chained to a despondant soul. I want to love someone,someone that is all mine . Love them with everything in me and wake up each day with my whole would resting on the pillow next to me. But it's not fair to try to love someone when you don't love yourself. I can't charge someone with the responsibility of holding me together. I won't ever be that selfish. So groom to be stay where you are if you see me coming run for the hills . I'll silence the wedding bells and send the band home. Don't waste a perfectly good tux on me .

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Aug 25, 2016

Aug 25, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC

ernestine-irakoze

Send the Band Home

I was never one to fantasize about my wedding day or obssess about the identity and whereabouts of my groom to be . I just viewed marriage as pleasant expectation. Something wonderful that would come in its due time But now I've come to my sences. Untie the boquet, tell the flower girl to ignite her roses, tell the ring bearer not to take caution, pour the champaign down the drain and tear down the wedding cake. The groom isn't going to show . And I don't blame him What awaited him was an asylum in a white dress . Each step would have brought him closer to being chained to a despondant soul. I want to love someone,someone that is all mine . Love them with everything in me and wake up each day with my whole would resting on the pillow next to me. But it's not fair to try to love someone when you don't love yourself. I can't charge someone with the responsibility of holding me together. I won't ever be that selfish. So groom to be stay where you are if you see me coming run for the hills . I'll silence the wedding bells and send the band home. Don't waste a perfectly good tux on me .

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Hope. It is our duty. Pray then, with me. That those influential, The decision makers, The great leaders, Public figures and speakers, Intellectuals and all Whom the spotlight warms, Deserved or no, Wake one day without hope. Just one day is all I ask Enough to in the following bask They are infinitely small. May despair shrink all To their proper size. Let the greatness of Earth, Heaven and all of the Other Overtake all and smother Pride. Let hopelessness all ignorance divide. One day To see themselves in those they detest. One day without purpose To give evil and folly a rest Deconstruct their great wants Oh, Defeatist. Replace in our hearts Love with completeness. Lend an ear to these words. Just one despondant day To end all of the ploys. Allow us to join the animals in the woods With their small, eternal joys.

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Aug 20, 2015

Aug 20, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC

david-fauntleroy

Defeatist

Hope. It is our duty. Pray then, with me. That those influential, The decision makers, The great leaders, Public figures and speakers, Intellectuals and all Whom the spotlight warms, Deserved or no, Wake one day without hope. Just one day is all I ask Enough to in the following bask They are infinitely small. May despair shrink all To their proper size. Let the greatness of Earth, Heaven and all of the Other Overtake all and smother Pride. Let hopelessness all ignorance divide. One day To see themselves in those they detest. One day without purpose To give evil and folly a rest Deconstruct their great wants Oh, Defeatist. Replace in our hearts Love with completeness. Lend an ear to these words. Just one despondant day To end all of the ploys. Allow us to join the animals in the woods With their small, eternal joys.

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As I lie here despondant and without hope, thinking of you. I cry, cry, and cry. Do you think of me?

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Feb 22, 2010

Feb 22, 2010 at 2:00 PM UTC

paige-potts

Despondant;

As I lie here despondant and without hope, thinking of you. I cry, cry, and cry. Do you think of me?

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We are biproducts of the same dust we were made of when we first began to exist All the tiny mechanisms firing inside of us sending flashes of light contrasting with motor oil and **** And I wonder where you are cutting in red from the despondant blue cascading and coexisting with the atmosphere surrounging you and as you light up you tell me that it's true that even though I may feel it I don't need you But we both know that I do So we're out smoking in the backyard Blunt hanging from your mouth like the icon that you are Sinewy and strong But your own breath chases itself away from you and the feeling isn't far The feeling that this, This is all we are: meter and rhyme And lately I've become increasingly aware of the pale in my skin The ever present blush the need and fear to let the light in The way that the clouds align with your eyes but I still get burned You're dripping ash on me laughing you tell me lesson learned You cant ever hold what you earned So you hold me instead And it's quiet lines chasing cars down the street All the boulevards align with your ease and my crooked teeth You tell me to love them anyway You tell me what to do even if you don't know what to say And I can't ******* breathe anymore The garden is closing in Flashing lights of neon green corresponding with red and blue along the arch of your skin Tear me in two While I tear into you It'll all feel fine.

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC

caroline-williams

Garden Mind

We are biproducts of the same dust we were made of when we first began to exist All the tiny mechanisms firing inside of us sending flashes of light contrasting with motor oil and **** And I wonder where you are cutting in red from the despondant blue cascading and coexisting with the atmosphere surrounging you and as you light up you tell me that it's true that even though I may feel it I don't need you But we both know that I do So we're out smoking in the backyard Blunt hanging from your mouth like the icon that you are Sinewy and strong But your own breath chases itself away from you and the feeling isn't far The feeling that this, This is all we are: meter and rhyme And lately I've become increasingly aware of the pale in my skin The ever present blush the need and fear to let the light in The way that the clouds align with your eyes but I still get burned You're dripping ash on me laughing you tell me lesson learned You cant ever hold what you earned So you hold me instead And it's quiet lines chasing cars down the street All the boulevards align with your ease and my crooked teeth You tell me to love them anyway You tell me what to do even if you don't know what to say And I can't ******* breathe anymore The garden is closing in Flashing lights of neon green corresponding with red and blue along the arch of your skin Tear me in two While I tear into you It'll all feel fine.

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