"despondently" poems
When did you become a stormy sea of obsession?
Confining in all of your ways
Renouncing all moves in any direction
When one does not yield to the calls, you play
Attempts to govern unclipped wings can be exhausting
The very thought is so gravely insane
Yet you still despondently try to cage in free spirits
With those borders you set and maintain
You reveal uncertainty in your own validation
In the faith you hold in your own
When you desperately try to close off the sky
From free spirits thirsting to roam
Did you know that your borders are guarded by insecurity?
They are useless and protected in vain
Take a look inside the cages you obsessively provide
Not a single free spirit remains
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 6:31 PM UTC
They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.
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I.
Still thriving beyond immaculate walls.
Tincturing the water that solemnly streams in the river,
I await the corner of grassy marshes, and
Gather your secret spells.
In days when the land is prey to rhythmic beats;
The water dances with disturbance.
I run through the meadow barefoot, and
Cast the sun-dried bricks beyond me.
The red Moon drowns in woeful bliss, while
Its jealous relative illuminates the dew on Morning petals.
I glare through my destruction;
And see your silhouette.
Torn bridges of yesterdays misfortune send
Violent waves forth, undying they proceed.
Bravely-- they despondently conquer me;
No longer a trace of you I see.
II.
Unable to grasp reality, bitter
Tears of a Bright knowledge no longer in possession.
Red yonder, cognizant of former tribulations
Appear among the contour of wilted trees
Desperately searching for extraneous disposal,
Only melted clay reflects the ruins of an icy marsh.
Spring is obscure; but inevitable.
Soon harvest shall return to the field,
And barren no more will the land be.
No longer riddles, or secret spells;
Greet the stream of lost memories.
Impairment heals itself; it weaves
Filaments of seconds- to create a
Labyrinth of Time.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 2:35 AM UTC
a nacreous tossing around at
the sides, a dappled silver
sunlight if looked one way, an
apocalyptic gloam if another,
exhaled from a seeming
mouth, feeding on what has
already eviscerated an unfelt
***** a predator certainly its
own prey, a heat certainly
poison-breath on a cheek
falling when a meretricious
lover spouts that spurious
hypocorism, and also just a
wavering, iridescent puddle—
cornered, soft as a liquid steel
echo of a futile struggle
rolling around, bouncing off
a wine glass, and a porcelain
table edge, while a listening
head shakes, looks down
despondently, gloom glowing
out the hair, a voice jaded
since birth saying some
thing about differences, or a
helpless slender strap of hope
hanging itself on the way two
other eyes look at it across
checkered watered wings, two
swirling god whorls, two
effulgent galaxies the color of
melting pine bole circling
around in living umber striae,
pulling its gaze, raising it, as if
they, they were blazing truth
cased behind lithophane, and it,
only an aporetic puddle now
of tepid ocher, a mild earth
stone placed in a hand, asked
what is thought of it and the
response: yes, yes of course,
before foreign distance splutters
its face, and it retreats from
its meaning imparted to every
thing (with the vulnerable
precision of a swaying finger
tip) to the baby lanugo of a
delicate floating, through
human rills, of what is horizon
docked, dead, not merely
deciduous—forever jilted with
breath bulging as when beating
a flopping eyeless fish to
half-dead, head tilted up a
throat trying to pry itself
free, trying to live by
streaming snagless, airful,
without spirant sound of going
lost straight from the hands—
then a short chop of fullness
finally expunged and sputtering
like an escaped tuft of
shackled wonder soaring up
the sky in a puff and soul ring.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
LOOSE-VEINED and languid as the yellow mist
That swoons along the river in the sun,
Your flesh of passion pale and amber-kissed
With years of heat that through your veins have run,
You lie with aching memories of love
Alone and naked by the weeping tree,
And indolent with inward longing move
Your slim and sallow limbs despondently.
If love came warm and burning to your dream,
And filled you all your avid veins require,
You would lie sadly still beside the stream,
Sobbing in torture of that vivid fire;
The same low sky would weave its fading blue,
The river still exhale its misty rain,
The willow trail its waving over you,
Your longing only quickened into pain.
Bed your desire among the pressing grasses;
Lonely lie, and let your thirsting *******
Lie on you, lonely, till the fever passes,
Till the undulation of your longing rests.
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Young magpies,
still grey of feather,
attack random sticks
thinking them food,
cry out despondently
when discovering
their prey is inedible wood.
Mother magpie overseas
Scavenging expedition with
beady eyed patience...
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
Today I sat despondently
As I realized you're avoiding me.
Perhaps its that you just suspect
That someone (me) has now unchecked
Your name off people with sad eyes-
I see they're only tired, no sighs
Adorn your heart as delicate strings
Of ivy clinging to a house
That holds regrets of things gone by
And wishes for more time to cry
But no, I understand that you
Are more important to me, it's true:
Merely checking you on a list
Was a silly excuse to dream of wrist
In wrist, a symbol of trust and light
That streaks my thoughts of you each night.
© 3/6/13
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
Deny yourself; deny everything. There is no reason for which you should be real. Your existence is very implausible. **** yourself so you can finally live! Good news: If your therapist asks when was the last time you cried, shame-crying doesn't count! "Oh, she's so cute. I bet she doesn't wake up screaming in the middle on the night, and can get through a day without doubting her own existence three times. I wish I were that attractive." It is true what they say, highschool is the best time of your life. However, nobody said it would be any good, they just said it'd be better than what comes next. He knew, even as he befriended BatteriesPlus on Facebook, that his life had hit rock bottom. It pained her to set her clocks back each Fall, knowing she couldn't set them back far enough to undo all her failures. His doctor stopped asking if he was sexually active years ago. A reason to live is at the same time a great cause to die for, so it is better to just go about life despondently, constantly sighing. I'm just two iPhone Apps away from never having to talk to a human being in real life again. You can also make a difference in the life of a child by killing their pet in front of them. He'd always believed that death wasn't the end of the journey, but then he took a basic biology class. Can't sleep. But at least now I can tell all of you from experience that an identity crisis and stabbing anxiety mix wonderfully into an energy-giving pernicious compound. Especially at 1:30 am.
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Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
suspend me underneath natural light that reflects from your soul
shower me with your promising words that flow blissfully like spring drizzle on an atoll
the time has come, as my bud is finally opening for sprout
ready to meet your eyes, for I have grown to trust, and have shed my doubt
but it is in this revealing moment that you burn my orchid petals
and watch the charcoal shriveling of my innocent vines
as they disintegrate to moonless black in your hands
and the fauna and flora cry with my pain as they question your senseless crime
Injustice they yell! Love mustn't become lie, thou lack the universal testament of time?
now you bury my ash remains with the same deceitful hands
under the soil that must resurrect me with insidious plans
because as i blossom i must face this process again...
you were the match that danced so sneakily on my wick
as your love was guaranteed, but it blackened with my hope
nature waits despondently again for a true love
tick, tick, tick
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
There is an artist in me
Staring despondently
Lost and in disparity
They say you stare at the void
And it stares back at you
But here there be a blank canvas
Just as blank as me too.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 5:24 AM UTC
Ernest, you are the embodiment
of every melancholic song,
playing in the rooms of aching souls
with broken hearts.
You are the dark sky
that the sun has abandoned;
the wrinkled and weathered body
that youth forgot.
Despondently, you sit,
Day-after-day,
in that beige, aged lounge chair--
(which just like you, has seen better days)
rising from the dead,
only to scowl
about the ways in which your body has
failed you.
"Six months to live."
"Six months to live."
"Six months to live."
Six months to live
but you're already gone
and I
can’t
bring
you
back.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Lets walk down the street
Why’d I lose it again?
You are killing me
Keep calling me your friend
And it hurts, it hurts,
It hurts my dear.
Cause I tried, I tried to
keep you near.
I tried to keep you close
But it all just got away from me
We all lost out to misery
I have to wonder why
It always ends this way
I’ll pass you by on my way to see
And you’ll look at me despondently
Because I, I let you down
And they’ll all say their piece on me
Saying Oh she’s such a drama queen
But I, I never meant to let you down
And it hurts, it hurts,
It hurts my dear.
Cause I tried, I tried to
keep you near
I tried to keep you close
But it all just got away from me
We all lost out to misery
I have to wonder why
It always ends this way
I lost myself somewhere along the way
Trying to be perfect for you
I lost myself somewhere along the way
Trying to be someone new
And it hurts, it hurts
It hurts my dear
Cause I tried I tried to
keep you near
I tried to keep you close
And it hurts, it hurts
It hurts my dear
Cause I tried I tried to
keep you near
I tried to lock you down.
But it all just got away from me
I sealed myself to misery
Trying to be you
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Twilight crossed the evening sky,
Was a clear eve,
In early starlight I declare,
Saw shop of puppets appealing,
Almost calling out,
Some kind of lure, they'd called you back,
We had to stop and take a glimpse,
Now this evening,
My heels click clack across the cobbled square,
Desired another view of tragic puppets, looking blue,
From their incarceration of wooden hearts and bitter souls,
I too heard their suppressed weeping,
Sobbing tears despondently,
Looking through the dusty pane,
Visualised a figurehead,
Looked similar to you,
Wooden face stained with scars of tear stains,
Countenance of yours,
After I left you in the bar last night,
What veritable vision you now presented to my sight,
What kind of black magic kept you trapped,
For you were no bad man,
An occasional fool,
For now in the care of marionette curator,
In whose grasp became ensnared,
You were seized in a tragic subterfuge,
As a tragic marionette you dwell forever and a day!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
“To love is to tenderly dig into someone’s mind:
His or her heart and soul to forever find!
Care and carry compassionately in storms and in winds
To love is to find an eternal peace in the one that you lovingly abides
Love is to find a familiar ground that two forever binds!
Love is the joy shared by two that in this journey, true rides!
In love are routes rough, in love are ways tough, in love are rails-grids that grinds
Though, in love are determined souls that never part but remains set in strong stands”
A kiss is a stamp of love
To feel your breath warmth in mine
An emboss, an assurance of love
Our staring gaze, the stupors for each other’s sight
Is a language stronger than words-written or verbal
Understood only by two fools honestly hungry for each other
The beauty and peace of your voice
Candidly meaning your saying that you love me alone forever
Is an indelible engrave of our love
Music, a sweet sacred hymn to my soul
Like a piper’s pious pipe, it is a song to my ears
A solemn instrumental, sentimental to my heart
To hear the heart beat of your heart
In the strong embraces of your arms
It’s a stigmata to our love, there to be binding forever!
An umbilical cord strapping us together end-ever
To listen to the whispers of your soul in our feelings and flows
To feel the silences of your heart in our emotions and elations
Is to be entangled in eternal love, to be chained in forever love
You are mine, there is no way I will let you go!
I will fight for you, I will care for you!
I will love you forever and ever for our love is forever
I will love you beyond any Heaven's heights or Earth's extents
Now in its extant and ever even when we are lost extinct
We will watch the earth form and deform together
Nature, magnificently make and despondently delete together forever
Together we will quietly listen to the melodic music of the universe forever
When the sun sad burns, I will be your shade
When storms rage havoc, I will be your shelter
And when the rains pound, I will still be your umbrella
When lightening rudely strikes and thunders raucously scares
I will still be there besides to care, your scares to cure
When snows severely fall, I will be your oven, kiln warmth
When summer and springs sweet sings, I will be your mild melody
And when autumns dull comes, I will be the joy to raise your moistened moods
To who do you owe your heart to? To you I owe my heart
In my heart is my all-my soul, it that outlives me-dust!
Keep compassionate care of my spirit, until I returns-compost!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Paired down in heaven, the hawk-eyed sun
Gleaming bitterly through five limbs sees
The jeweled moon behave despondently-
Say from man dream beats the foam and bleeds
Like Prometheus sullen prose on infinite Oregons.
Take from your time the frost-eyed sun altogether
Staring sharply through a blind and smoldering world,
A love of truths so tried and secret.
Shall we in mercy take our gains under the rose-lit morning
A trial for time and truest?
Sense for the sun is swimming in our heart
A love of radio and silence.
Bleached like my Albatross,
Come in quiet a world safest
That burns black embers
In the woods of our soul since forever
And sound.
Sound down the heavens
In the silent hour of their hell,
The tide of time on a bone-white beach.
From what high altar looking in his place,
God of man,
The god-man and holy to his place
To forge the eye of seasons,
Seven in their number,
And stretch out solitude
On the blistered ground.
Shared down in source,
The last of the kings,
Holy in his crown
Of bodies that smile
So wide and honest each.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
As with all of the big, great losses
not very much from here forward
is going to be the same
I know it won't
I do want you to applaud
on your way out though
despondently, once again
the harmonica begins to play.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
indubitably, favorably and certifiably
with minimal pandering soliciting
uber voodoo yawping woos
socially quintessentially obviously markedly
consciousness brakes alignment
defining mine political views
loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged,
hidebound Democratic
fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos
to roster of candidates
slated to challenge incumbent Republicans
all to quickly accused,
sans participating sinister ruse
this active voter puzzled at controversial
eyeopening ex post facto
fractiousgovernmental
harmfully injuriously jaw-dropping
suppression within top secret queues
during nasty donkey kong braying p's and q's
(case in point) scurrilous, opprobrious,
and malodorous Clinton administration,
where (based upon my recent perusing
"The Peoples History” –
me strongly endorses
(authored by Howard Zinn news
worthy revelation, (whose recounting
atrocious, calumnious, egregious
glaring ignominious knowledge
jackbooted, mandated, predicated
on blind trust, essentially billeted
charade, facade, inlaid faux Hope loose
bandied cutthroat gratuity legislation
favoring pandering "pork" via
pretentiousness to wealthy gentiles Jews
abandoning average civilians snuffing out
sputtering, grousing, and hoo's
flick erring tapering fuse
whereat this news worthy informed citizen
totally tubularly unaware of any clues
pertaining to antithetical maneuvers,
(loo win ski) shenanigans, and undertakings
today yields genuine boo's
toward Clinton, where I despondently feel
he renegged promises
made to electorate (except top 1 %) got souled
(sold) to remaining 99% cheapest bidders
as-sized thirteen duff heated no nothing
sneezing Schnorrers
spluttering phelgm at me at-chews.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
last i heard you were
reading Oscar Wilde's
The Picture of Dorian Gray
have you mustered the
courage since then to
exhibit authenticity when
you say
i love you
to the golden girl
staring back at you in the mirror
can you peel back the
veil obscuring your self-image
to see a little clearer
ten months
since we last
exchanged
circumstantial
pleasantries
funny
we used to converse every day
c'est la vie is what i imagine you'd
have to say for yourself after all
it always did sound like an excuse
constantly reclusive your
imaginary deity the
only refuge you've ever known
so wander despondently
refugee of refuse
pilfer from the gutters
of garbage some semblance
of purpose some pretense of
predestination to validate your
meaningless existence
**** it up like
the rest of us
there's no rhyme or
reason for the so-called
seasons of life
you're a fair-weather
friend and though i might've
crossed oceans for you then
i don't mind you
out of my life
you should’ve paid closer
attention when they
once told you
be careful if you
befriend a writer
they'll make you
immortal
even when you
just want to
die
i guess that's life
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
There goes the alarm again.
The misanthropic crusader goes into shock,
I calm it down; comfort is mania.
Stare despondently into the void.
A chorus rises,
Violence, people trapped in time shout through metal,
A voice cries, confined, bounces from hall to wall,
I am not sure I woke up at all.
Some higher functioning brain activities
Get bored in their entropic state-
Trade places with whimsy,
Because that is what they do when they lose interest in their task,
As I have lost interest in my task,
And look for more chin music-
To raise a symphony within me.
To make one day look different to the last.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
Once in a while I wish I could dial
The day back to right where it started.
I’d then reconcile with things that did rile
And left me despondently-hearted.
It isn’t the norm but some days just swarm
With episodes rank and annoying
And in such a storm, it’s hard to transform
A dejection into something buoying.
Still, all things must pass and greener the grass
We will spot on our side of the fences.
We’ll relinquish the crass and begin, smooth as glass,
With a fresh start when morning commences.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
how can i say
that i envy the chase
from the tip of my pencil
to your graphite gaze?
spitting my heart
onto an endless canvas
of greys and blacks,
hoping the red would stain…
but it never does.
only your floral words are
indelible on my skin
and the reverse
is just a lie i tell myself
so i could sleep a little better
every forsaken night.
the truth is far from your moon;
beyond all your pretty stars
and iridescent eternities,
it is despairingly beyond my fathoms.
but i hope, and again i hurt
for butterfly smiles
and deluding taciturn undertows
and nightmarish illusions
leaving bruises of you
on the very tip of my lost tongue
and all over my wept eyes;
a lifeless empty void
against the autumn shower
of your warm hermetic glances.
and there is no one else
to keep this rusted clockwork
ticking rhythmically to the beats
of your mindless cradle…
and that is the ultimate folly
of this ascetic destructive shale
that i tactlessly call my soul.
for a fool’s machinery,
this chemical heart is.
So indiscernible to lose itself in
such vitreous self-infliction,
and sabotaging the very blood
that my tiring arteries
now regain, thus to sustain
the very memory of your breath
in tranquil consonance…
foolish—and yet; a fool, i am.
a fool for believing that this
lie was past the dark side of the moon
and beyond my wounded stars
and lacklustre infinities…
you are despondently beyond my fathoms.
but i hope, and again, i hurt.
darling, just how can i ever say
that i envy the calm reflection
from the incipience of your melody
to your coda’s revelations?
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
I believed it wholeheartedly
When you used to say
That I was like honey
Soft smooth and sweet
Glistening like the amber shafts
That coruscated upon your tanned skin
When you yawned turned and moaned in your sleep
Before opening your caramel brown eyes
And uttering my name
from those dusty red slightly chapped lips
Without any reason
Just like you breathe or blink
And my eyes would sparkle
With a rapturous delight
Just like that empty glass bottle
Near your windowsill
That shone resplendently
When the sun smiled and winked at it
Or the wisps of grey misty clouds
That wandered despondently
But glowed luminously
When the scattered light of an aureate moon
Caressed them tenderly
You were the radiance
That engulfed the stygian darkness
Bleeding from my heart
Suffusing my veins
You were the vibrant spring
That restored my shattered pieces
sealed them with an undying warmth
And watched me replenish
As I bloomed from a withering bud
To the most exquisite flower
When your unconditional love
Percolated through my dead roots
But a blunder you committed
For you made me believe
That this happiness that you gifted me
Would never ever recede
it diminished and vanished
At that agonizing moment
when you left my side
And entered inside the gates of heaven
Now you don't seem to hear my cry
My tear ducts have long dried
My throat stings
I can barely speak
My skin is swollen and ruddy
Covered in bruises that don't seem to heal
My wrists are scarred
My lips crack and bleed
My complexion has turned sallow
And i believe wholeheartedly
That im not like honey anymore
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
Don’t ever trust this smile
It’s a despondently, trained lie
My eyes may seem hostile
But you won’t ever hear me cry
And you won’t ever see my cuts
The only thing you’ll see is this **** smile
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
Among the wreckage
of her soul,
lie shards of ribcage
(splintered like
the stern of a ship
that has weathered
many a beastly storm)
and fragments of heart
(veins as thin and lifeless
as the gossamers
of waterlogged spider webs).
Sunken treasures
you could call these things,
waiting in this perpetual limbo,
this Bermuda of Lovers Lost.
"Girl, overboard!"
he'd cried
(even though he
had been the one
to push her over the edge
in the first place).
Imagine that:
wrists tied behind her--
what hurts more?
The rope burns
or the cuts?--
feet sweeping despondently
across that doomed plank;
she can feel her love's breath--
frigid as Neptune's sea-bound winds--
undulating against the back of her neck.
She turns around slowly,
and he shoots her that
pathological
barracuda grin,
promises her that he cares--
truly, he cares--
that she means something to him.
But many a thing
a pirate does thief,
the truth
being one of them.
The next thing she knows,
she is plummeting
(watch how she does fall for him)
towards the convulsing
stretch of grey beneath her,
and as she whips about
through the bluster and the rain,
she stares up at him
with wild, pleading eyes.
She wants to scream out,
"Why?"
but there is no room
for words (or poetry)
upon the lips of the drowned--
after all,
dead girls tell no tales
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
The Deep Dark Wind
when you feel cast down and despondently sad
have you ever ask yourself
how did your life get
Get so bad ?
now we are face to face little
by little you stop loving
Me and some how I kept
all your hateful words looked
away in my mind
just for them to haunt me through out my life
I suddenly cried why my heart felt it already died
How did are love get like this ?
You have this look on your face
with out a trace of love
ever came your way and you gave me all blame
forgetting you is a hard thing for me today
Why you walked away
with no shame at all for what you gave to me
do not look for me I cried
with the pouring out cried rain
For all this pain to go away
for I should had already forgotten you
my pain is like it is new
years had past us by
you had gone on with your life
but mine is still locked away with you
the wind that crackles in my mind
like a hurtful rhyme of the dark
night is what you gave my life
A pain that has not held
the hurtful words you gave me
is still running on clock work of you
Of your abuse ,
You are my fright night for life ,
You pass through my life like
a nasty storm that will never go away,
I'm fading don't you see
what you given to me ?
to leave me at the shore
of your broken down world
I at one time had the heart
where I have roots to grow
but you cut them all up
like dust in a rush fire ,
That night we had to look
each other in the eyes
just to say our goodbye's
Your eyes was like flames of fire
with hurtful desires ,
You made my heart cold and old
were I will never let love come near
You left me scared with so much fear
Its like you are still with me
This life you gave is something
I do not want to ever put someone trough
Teach me how to remove you from my mind
I have not had not seen good days
since I had met you
My nights are sleepless at all hour
If each day,each hour, I am fading
If you feel that you are destined for me
With implacable sweetness
If each day a flower grows
do you see me at spring?
do you smile with the pains
you gave me like the deep darken Sea
When will you stop
this haunting you have given me ?
Lost is me like a deep dark wined .
Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC