"dismally" poems
Mind, like a deciduous forest
has lost all its foliage,
all leaves torn away
by the autumnal blasts
The brain where great schemes were concocted
is now an abyss where spiders sway
It is bare – dismally barren
of all memories – sweet and sour
Like a kite afloat in the boundless sky
moving nowhere, but as the wind directs,
cut out from the past, turned from the present
with the future yet to surge from the abyss
or like serpents intertwining,
hissing in turmoil within the brain,
unable to sense the gusty blast,
or hear the whispering air,
dead to sounds that disturb,
deaf to songs that soothe,
like a phantom he moves weird,
drifting far away
to a space and time impenetrable
with nothing to make the mind agog
or depress it to let out a sigh.
Loitering on roads without hurrying feet
with no bliss coming on the way
to run or hasten to embrace
or fear to be missed sore
passing through dark labyrinthine tunnels
forever barred with no exit
churned in oblivion, oblivious of all,
he remains a spectral facsimile
of his onetime self
plummeting into a black hole
The pulse of a heart beat
is all that keeps him alive,
all else is dead…… !
with dreary nights ahead
that shall not know another morrow
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
I am compelled
I do not even obliged to
In my mind I would keep the name as mıh
Eyes grow is growing
I do not know mecburum
You know me the heat.
Preparing trees to fall
Does this city is the old Istanbul
In the dark clouds are parts
One side of the street lamp is
The smell of rain on pavement
I am obliged not you.
Sometimes love is fearful dismally
People are tired all of a sudden one evening later
Prisoners to live in the razor's edge
Sometimes it will break your hands passion
How many lives are removed from a living
What if you knock the door sometimes
Humming in the back of the misery of loneliness
Fatih in a poor playing gramophone
From ancient times to play a Friday
I stop and listen to sound at the beginning of the corner
Should I bring unused gök
Week disaggregated data is available
How do I go What if I keep
I am obliged not you.
Maybe June or mottled blue boy
Ah, you do not know who does not know
Eyes hijack freighter is a desert
Maybe you get on the plane in Yesilkoy
Horripilation is all wet
Maybe you're blind, are in rural precipitancy
Wind will bring bad hair
What a time to live if you think
These wolves have perhaps mess
But without dirtying our hands Ayıpsız
What a time to live if you think
Susan would also start with the name
Order to move inside of the secret sea
No other kind will not be
I am obliged to you never know.
Attila İlhan
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
For far too long we have been victims of police brutality.
We came in peace but got treated like criminals on the 21st of October.
These are the very same men and women who we trust to protect us.
But they failed us dismally, barricaded us from expressing our concerns.
You could see the visuals all on TV, it was all too hard to believe.
The revolution will not be fully televised, it will be tweeted.
For far too long we’ve accepted the government’s mediocrity.
For far too long we’ve been victims of police brutality.
Your teargas, rubber bullets and stun grenades will never stop us.
Our parents were sold dreams in 1994, we’re just here for the refund.
Now it’s time to finally bump the cheese up, so what’s the hold-up for?
History is repeating itself in South Africa, what a time to be alive.
They’ve become worse than their oppressors but they won’t oppress us.
Sorry for the inconvenience, we are just trying to change the world.
We will keep protesting in Jo’burg, Pretoria and Cape Town until we’re heard.
There’s no amount of police brutality that can dampen our spirits and no gun you make can **** our souls.
Our parents were sold dreams in 1994, we’re just here for the refund.
Now it’s time to finally bump the cheese up, so why is there a hold-up?
Hold up, we’re tired of being victims of hate, fate and police brutality.
We came in peace but got treated like criminals on the 23rd of October.
For far too long we’ve accepted the government’s mediocrity.
Your riot police, rubber bullets and stun grenades will never stop us.
Sorry for the inconvenience, we are just trying to change the world.
When burning buildings come down, I just hope you’ll be ready for us all.
When burning buildings come down, we will effortlessly heed the call.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
You are my beautiful sweet feline friend
Without you life would be dismal and grey
You are the spark of life that doth descend
For God had sent you from Heaven that day
You are the one that keeps me company
Even though you are so very afraid
Without you I would cry so dismally
For with God's own hands you were shaped and made
You dance and waltz inside my dreamy head
You're like a Fairy sprinkling Fairy dust
You gingerly leap upon my soft bed
You play a Harp because I know you must
Little Buttercup, you are my blessing
Now raise your head and to me sweetly sing
~Marian~
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
I drag the blade across my arm
To see what I can feel
As the blood pools on the floor
I wonder, "Am I real?"
Lost in my insanity
Not sure if I'll escape
As my head spins dismally
I ponder mine own worth
A lost little girl
Alone in the world
With thoughts of death passing through my head
I feel so hurt and cold
Can time heal the pain inside
Or will I forever burn
With unquieted desires that I can barely hide
I suppose I'll never learn
I drag the blade across my arm
And press it further still
As I start to die again
I begin to realize . . . nothing was ever real
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
innerself potentially decides
between wrong and right
in a jiffy,
that stays eternally.
poetry that sprouts
from such a bud
remains green
as a falsified desiccates
to elope ephemerally...
when poets become thieves
and thieves poets
poetic flow
even then,
in its riverline
travels to unknown
away where beauty
in thought and action
reigns
as thieves write poetry
and poets the theft, dismally.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
If you want flowery poetry
Hit pause, backspace delete.
I write on a lot of subjects;
Only a few could be called sweet.
I’m not into swirling windstorms
Or describing billowy clouds.
Not into extolling autumn leaves
Or conifers standing proud.
I try to select the human things
Whether good or even bad.
Sometimes I wrestle with
Life twists that make us sad.
I try to speak for everyman
And that includes the women.
I try to reflect life circumstances
And the results the travel with them.
So, crooning polysyllabically
Is seldom my favorite tune,
Nor is waxing limerickally
About June, and spoon and moon.
Instead I’ll probably take to task
Those who live in sappy hope
A prince shows up in their life
A proper romantic dope.
I write the rhymes about crooks
That steal from your children
And the supposed leaders
That ****** and abuse women.
I write about parents who
Ignore what their children need
And instead find their joy
On selfishness and greed.
After so many millennia
We really need to stop
Waiting for someone else to come
And be the moral traffic cop.
It is us who need to change
And teach our children accordingly
Because the way we are fixing things
Humanity is progressing dismally.
So keep your butterfly couplets
And views of rain on hedges.
We are falling apart as humans
And it’s visible on the edges.
It will only take a few crazies
With power enough to wield
And this planet, and us of course,
Will no longer have a shield.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
Take your pills, go to therapy,
Take your pills. go to therapy
“get better”
Take your pills, go to therapy,
Tell yourself you’re getting better
“You’re getting sick again ariana, we will raise your dose”
Take your pills, go to therapy
“Am i getting any better, am i healthier? do i look sick?”
Take your pills, go to therapy
Take your pills, go to therapy
“Why are you doing this to yourself Ariana?”
Take your pills, go to therapy
Take your pills, go to therapy
help
“how do i get the maggot thoughts that crawl into my head and tell me i’m inadequate, trifling?”
“It’s all circumstantial, and that is what we need to mend and patch”
Give me your mental diagnosis-diagnonsense
Go ahead, tell me what you’ve espied when you sat oneself down and perched your virtuoso intellect in my head
“oh yes, you comprehend
you understand
Everything.
You know me deeper than i know my self”
“We are getting somewhere, we are moving forward you are progressing!”
Take your pills, go to therapy
Take your pills, go to therapy
You must be pleased as punch you’re finally fixing me
dismally i disinform you, i lied
Why you may inquire? Not one can understand ones speculations or thoughts unless they are legitimately situated in my chamber of a lugubrious trench filled with distasteful maggots which leave dolorous contusions-bruises and thoughts that leave me questioning reality, questioning my essence, questioning myself
Take your pills, go to therapy
Take your pills, go to therapy
If i were in deed reviving from the sorrow i would no longer have these god awful scars and bruises
You can’t tell me i am not out of ones tree
when
you
scarcely
know
me
At times I’m not sure if i even know me___________________________________________________________________________
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Time has gone by
But only in reality has it gone
Within, it seems like its been a lifetime
Knowing you, or rather having known you..
It’s probably all been the same
We said things wouldn’t change
But we’ve slipped away from each other
Like aged tires, unprepared for the rain
At the ****** of our demise it seemed unreal
I tried to hold on for so long
Most would say too long
As i hung from my figment of a cliff, my fingers began to fail me
With every moment of negligence I cried for a change of heart
From you, that never came
As I free fell from my cliff
Deep into the abyss of nothingness I sank into, and digressed from life
I was in a state of internal paralysis
My heart beated, but ever so quietly
My mind thought thoughts, but ever so dismally
I walked the halls watching others laugh and fellowship
When all the while I just missed your smile
Your laugh
Your smell
Your walk
Your talk
Your eyes
Your touch
It was all too much
Too much to yearn at once
As lonesome days came and went, I wondered when this would leave me
When I’d be free from this feeling of no feeling
Others tried to help but my heart was stubborn
I wanted nothing but to reverse the clock
Back to the days when I did feel
When I did smile
When I did live
But then that day came.
That day when God dove into the abyss and rescued me
It was as if all the pressure from the deep ocean had been lifted off my shoulders
My emulation of the Titan Atlas was no more
My fled soul had been returned to my body
And it was all by His grace
Nowadays I still check up on such individual
But I do so from a far
The feeling of care still resonates in my heart
Just not in the way it once did
Yes you've changed, but I don’t see that You
I see the You that i knew
The You that I met and felt utterly anew
The You that I temporarily walked life with and grew
But I have moved on
It took longer than most would
But I guess it was because I loved way more than I knew I could
Now I see you and I feel nothing
But its far from the nothing of before
Now its a calm nothing
A nothing that reassures
Everything’s going to be okay,
I’ve lit my lantern and let it float away, as it burns
Maybe it was all meant to happen this way
Maybe it wasn’t
But either way
Time has gone by
But only in reality has it gone
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
This life of dampened poetry's
atrocious, slowly killing me;
a poison, psychologically.
I see my life as preciously
as any schoolboy prodigy.
Alas, the eyes of poetry
see beauty oh so dismally,
and absent from my memory
is all the joy that's come to me;
the blackened soul I've come to be
is drowning in insanity.
So in this life, my only plea's
please spare me from my vanity.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
winter lingers
down in the southern hemisphere
winter lingers
still we're feeling those cold fingers
spring's warm touch hasn't yet arrived here
as the days stay so dismally drear
winter lingers
Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 3:53 AM UTC
my emotions
have their toes curled around the edge
of a haphazard diving board.
a long queue
of obnoxious, impatient
kids has formed
pestering me to jump.
dismally
the deep end awaits.
me?
my swimming is terrible at best.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 9:23 PM UTC
Kung fu tutu is on the daily
Never taking this off
Kicking *** and taking names
******** alert goggles equipped
You'll need to learn Aramaic
To read these tomes honey
Left you at the START line
Muttering "Woe is me"
While circling the cage of your grave
Reaching full potential
Occurred constantly in thought
Yet your actions or lack there of fell dismally short
Peers, reserve your pity
For he was led by example
Those whom he chose to surround
Also lacked luster
While those brave few who shone
Grew brighter
I used to think he was a rough edged diamond
I realize now, all along, he was dust
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Bear with me on this please
I've been craving creativity rather absently
Dismally, there's nothing to guide me
No blissful excitement
No helping hand of inspiration
Not even a half beaten idea
Just a need to reclaim
What I feel like I've lost
(Or what's been stolen from me)
These are just some words within lines
Forming a confession to relieve the aimless craving inside
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Fell far
With a
Imperceptible lack
Of sanity
I lay here
Life remains
Dismally bleak
Now
Solutions
Attainable
Undesirable
Yet required
We scrape the
Minds shattering psyche
For the goo of conciousness
Sludge of humanities spirit
Succesful reboot...
Here we go again
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
Come
The one I adore
In the ways of love and charm
I am a simpleton
But with you
I am master, savant
Of grace I have none
And as a soul
I am fragmented
Partial
Dismally incomplete
Though
In your eyes I shine
In your smile
I bask
I feel my heart would welcome you
But you do not feel the tremble
The gentle rent as it breaks
So unknown to you
Each time you turn away
Your shining eyes are not of me
And the warmth of your smile upon me
Runs not so deep as I had dreamed
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
It started with a polite knock just above the stomach - but got impatient after being ignored, and anxiously barged in. He put up a good fight in an attempt to sabotage its journey up the throat but failed dismally. He clenched his jaw but couldn't prevent it from smashing through his teeth. His spine shivered. He was mortified by the terror that had escaped him.
"I love you.", he whispered.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
Incalcuable wolves in viscious hunger long in darkness
and savagely rove the land for prey, their perverse
fangs gripping and ripping in circumstances of Love!
And to ye blood red and bell-shaped victims, the quarry
of Temptation, indentured to realize days of sacrilege,
all in a detestable binge of Lust; ye must be dismally fond of tyrannical pain, by virtue of not merely playing, but also being
the game.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
I'm the final forlorn scribe
of this desolate wasteland.
Imbibing putrid wine,
I keep a flask in my waistband.
Nothing strangles hope
like being living in dead lands;
alone I trod the globe
inscribing lines about deaths' hands.
The blatant lack of birdsong
has viciously twisted the sunrise.
Persistent existence with ghosts
has afflicted my rhymes.
They say you reap what you sow
I'm bound to ramble for miles,
scribblin dismally written scriptures
that'll scramble your **** mind.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
This life is more than I can bare,
My eyes now hold a lifeless stare,
My blood has stopped its retched flow,
My breathe is cold and deathly slow,
I try to tightly close my eyes,
But then I see my life of lies,
The razor drops down from my hand,
My knee’s now shake they cannot stand,
I try to speak but nothings there,
I heed the warnings with a stare,
I gaze into abyss and more,
And then they came my soul they tore,
A note to the living for I am now dead,
Is the start of the note that I dismally read,
As I started to cry and then fell to the ground,
I lifelessly lay here without any sound,
A note to the living for I am now dead,
Was the end of the life that my tears have now shed.
Jan 16, 2010
Jan 16, 2010 at 2:51 PM UTC
you told me you loved
the sound of rain
beating on your rooftop
in the relenting heat of august
wearily we awaited the storm clouds to [come] in
the crack of lightning in the sky
the warm wind whipping through the green
at last a grey day
out of the blue
slowly and then all at once
all other noises were drown away
silence filled with the furious pitter patter
millions of watery needles
striking the tin roof
you were a common thought of mine
[back] in that time
fitting, i found it
to dial your number
together we basked in the tirade
of the storm
you laid in your bed
phone pressed to you face
miles away
i laid in mine
listening to your stories
with the orchestra of nature
pervading in the background
not too soon after
the room filled [with] sleepy smiles
and quiet giggles
i laid next to you
watching your eyes
as they wandered from the ceiling to mine
whispering stories to me
[the] same aqueous anthem surrounding us
that time your hands entangled with mine
tonight
the [rain] is knocking at my window
wondering where you’ve gone
our song plays dismally around the room
i'll bet you're laying in your bed
on your side listening too
i hope you wonder if i'm listening
i hope you remember
how much i loved the rain
beating on my roof
my hands reach for the cool side of the bed
where you once would have met me
i can feel your absents on my finger tips
an occurrence filled with so much content
is now filing a gaping hole in my chest
just like the reminiscent rain
your voice leaves me cold
even on the loveliest days
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Here I am,
alone tonight,
with open arms,
I welcome fright.
If only now,
you'd understand...
How desperately I need you...
hand in hand...
Awakened by the hopeless sight,
of tears,
depression,
what a delight.
Why can't you get it?
Why can't you see?
Deep, Deep Down...
You still need me...
But Alone I am,
in this dim place,
Dismally destroyed,
by your terrifying wake.
As waves crash over,
my body lies
I dream about,
those last goodbyes.
But here I am,
in a silent pen,
wishing, hoping,
of seeing you again.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 1:12 PM UTC
What seems so straightforward when coming towards me,
is twisted, I see,
on the back foot, the hop, it has caught me
I stop.
Nothing can change the way I change the way that
I hit the day running, always running away.
I stop,
lay my thoughts to one side,
confide to my maker
take a moment, consider,
did I really do that?
It's not often I pray
and seldom
when running away.
Straightforward's not so or not that I know,
it has hook and crooks and dismally looks
so severe,
never here though, not
even when coming towards me and
giving me warning or towering above me.
I cower in alcoves just to be safe,
secure
is a place I know,
changing the pace
I go and
hide.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
Hey there stranger!
Tis round about middle night. Très misterioso. Sleep a forgotten memory.
I am writing this missive from hell. Don’t dismiss my missive. Don’t be so negative.
Even the ****** are upbeat sometimes.
I was taken aback too. The downhill happened before I knew it.
Think of life as rolling snowballs. Individually, not so bad.
It’s the avalanche that crushes you.
OK, some days are disasters: dim to the brink of extinction, darkness and silence unimpaired, inertia and void as never seen before.
But you can never tell. Downs have ups. My crushing depression was long ago replaced by mere unhappiness. A weak weakness transformed into strong weakness. That’s progress.
I always fail, but every time I fail, I fail better. That’s improvement.
Add a little honey and the gall tastes fine. Drink up. Enjoy.
If you learn to suffer well, at least you are good at something.
So don’t worry. I am at the peak of the abyss. There is no bottom.
Dismally fine, I’ve never felt older. Words won’t do. Hush.
Nothing of uninterest left to say. Just wanted to reassure you.
All is as always. There’s no hope yet.
Soon the sun will rise over the nothing new world.
From the depths, I say hi.
Optimistically bleak,
Mike (or whatever sometimes speaks for him).
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC