"gloomier" poems
It's hard to see the colour
In a world which is fading
The sky is becoming gloomier
The ocean has lost its way
The bright city lights no longer stand out to me
They seem as dim as they are fake
The smell makes it hard to see the colour too
It gets stronger by the day
It's hard to see the colour
When people ignore others in pain
Our dreams have been forgotten
Maybe our world has gone insane
Just prescribe another pill
And see if things really change
I find it hard to see the colour
In a world that is so negative
Our world is falling apart
Yet we all seem to stay the same
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 8:39 PM UTC
His black devices,
The victim, forever on the rack.
He could play upon them as he choose
Would they arouse him with a throb of agony?
While thus suffering,
The avenger had devoted himself.
Uprose a grisly phantom,
Not just the external presence, but the very soul.
The great judgement day,
That moment of his ecstasy.
Laid his hand upon his chest,
The profoud depth was remarkable, his spirit now withdrawn.
A dark transfiguration,
Brought them a gloomier hour,
Silence out of the abyss of sadness.
The past is gone, and so am I.
Gone, with the Angel of Death.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
Rain, Turn on the music of your thunder's splendid sound,
strike your magnificent lighting on the ground.
Your frigid wind shivers my soul within.
Every drop of rain cascades my rosy cheeks
How sweetly the rain kisses my parted lips.
oh rain, drench me with your love,
don't stop pouring your affection in my heart.
The gloomier the day,
the gladder I'd be;
The darker the world,
the brighter my heart would be.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
Her habit was herion my spell was depression, we adressed eachother in murmurs and groans, together we died and were reborn. It was sadder than the last day and gloomier than before, but we were closer when furthest away, like each time we stepped out we came home.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
I felt a pang of sadness
instead of quieting it, I plucked the string
it reverberated loudly,
bouncing around from my amygdala to my hippocampus
it made me want to play more cords,
until the most melancholy song filled my head
I tried to quiet the song, stop the vibrations of the strings
But my whole head is numb and prickly from the noise
The pitter-patter of my tears just make a new sad song anyway
Even if I was able to quiet those noisy thoughts,
another is likely to pop in my head,
Start it all over.
No, I need help. A new riff.
Someone to play me something soothing or happy
No one around me knows any
If they do, they don't care to make music for me
Not today,
Today their song is probably gloomier than mine.
Likely tomorrow too.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
You are taking a walk.
The weather is perfect. The sky is cloudy, but it isn't raining, and a cool breeze is blowing. Its soothing you. You are content. Relaxed. You are walking down the empty road, thinking of your lover/crush/ex/bestie/anyone close to you; wishing to talk to him/her, imagining yourself in a hilarious convo with him/her, holding his/her hand in yours as you walk. You couldn't be happier (or gloomier).
On the way you happen to pass a river. Being in the mood that you are, you decide to loiter near it. The view is great. Gentle tides pushing away the present.
You start walking playfully on the concrete barrier. Suddenly you trip over a rock; reaching out your hand for support, you find nothing. A sharp chill runs through your heart.
You scream out loud,though somewhere amongst the quick thoughts in your mind you know you are going to plunge into the water.
Before you know it the cold water touches you. Splashes and drops surround you. You beat frantically your restless arms, but only cold fluid flowing. Helpless... You reapeat your ****** movements over and over again. Legs trying to run away to safety; but there's no ground. No support. Your head goes under water.. Eyes open ; you breathe in the cool liquid. You try to cough out the water, but end up taking in more and more water.
Your body starts moving down towards the bottom. You are tired. You try. But it's not enough to get out. Exhausted.. and starting to feel numb.. and sleepy and tired and all those feelings creeping in. You see leaves floating.. Feel the fish slide against your skin.. But you can't respond. You lose consciousness in between . You cease.
All your dreams, all your thoughts, all the things that made you you, its no more. Mere chemical reactions in the brain. Your mind doesn't exist to even acknowledge that you existed. Or that you died. Not a slight trace of you in that motionless body...
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
Before she met you
her world was a complete
black and white.
But you spoke in colors
in waves like spilled ink
and showed her the in between-
the gray of life.
She can't seem to wash you off
for you flaunted her that there were even more
that there are reds, oranges, and greens;
lighter and warmer colors.
Love, peace, happiness, and life.
But then you left her and
she learned even more
you taught her of
blues, yellows, and purples;
colder, gloomier, and darker colors.
Sadness, broken heart, and anxiety.
You have lost track of a girl
with sunflower-shaped dreams
and you left her having no idea
that you were her favorite color
yet she's grateful
of how much you taught her
about the colors of this world.
(j.a.t.m.)
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
hello and goodbye, little flower
the wallops of the sun and moon
the taste of sweet and sour,
why are you fading so soon?
energy never lies
each day, each petal dies
roots that are used to be cherished
zest is slowly beginning to perish
disappearing charisma burst
embosomed by a gloomier thirst
spirals of flourishing passion
stem's propped to percussion
restoring the seeds of fertility
is the perfect tone of sanity
but the sudden gush of calamities
hindered the ray of prosperity
tailored lullabies,
hoping for rain or a battle cry
here's the dream's doom,
for a flower that no longer blooms
the feeling becomes seasonal
a little bit under the weather,
remember the plant that used to grow?
now's colorless and withered
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
I did not see you today at school
So is it such a surprise
That my day was gloomier than normal
Without your:
Greetings in gym
Smiles in the library
Laughs in the hallway
It is such a surprise that everything rings hollow,
Much likes the bones of lovers past
Eons from now
Someone will make a necklace from my bones
And I'm quite sure
That if they rattled it
They'd hear your name
me.gs
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
You look full tonight,
bright but looks gloomy.
An airplane passed you by,
but it seems you didn't noticed.
The wind feels chilly,
it adds to your being gloomy.
Dogs howling somewhere,
it creeps me out.
This should be the time
where you'll be most merry,
lots of stars should be with you tonight.
Clouds starting to gather around you,
they are in different shapes and sizes.
I don't know if it will cheer you up.
You look gloomier than before.
Another plane pass you by
and you hide from the clouds.
Now that's the saddest part.
Why hide your beautiful smile,
like the stars hiding from you.
Can't you see the clouds are
trying to cheer you up.
They are dancing in the shape of
a fish swallowing you,
an owl like your their eye,
a centipede tickles you,
making you shine so bright.
There you go...
Smile ... You should be happy,
don't patronize me...
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
Sartorial
Not always conformed, to what was expected of me,
The sixties and seventies, exciting times, not what the older generation, thought it should be,
Sample new pleasures, sometimes on a whim,
New music, new stimulants, often, not what it said on the tin,
Dress code were informal, and often quite extreme,
Highly coloured loon pants, that the older folk, had never seen,
Time progressed, matured, and subdued was the order of the day,
Dark blue socks, pin striped suits, and some, a very, very drab grey,
Time sped on, identity gone, I tired of life conformity,
I’m a full grown man, so I hatched a plan, for my own, self autonomy,
I started with the socks, with colours so bright, I always knew where my feet were,
Like beacons in the night, a luminous sight, my feet, a pyrotechnical blur,
A very useful guide, when you’re totally pie-eyed, to know your feet, were still on the ground, beneath you,
If they were at shoulder height, there’s a good chance you’re tight, that things had gone, totally askew,
Panicked thoughts do abound, I shouldn’t be this way around, whilst a gentle thud is the sound, of your **** as it’s striking the ground.
Ah the shirt, a statement, a provocative trait, with designs, you either love, or you hate,
The shirt is the thing, that should make every man sing, at the prospect of projecting an image,
Hawaiians are brash, the colours do clash, but you’re starting a new age, the old one to trash
Your identity is born, let the old identity mourn, be extravagant with colour, be flamboyant,
Burn the beige and grey, stand up and say hey, my colourful image, is my enjoyment.
Parrots and cars, palm trees and bars, and shirts with multi-coloured stars,
Brightly coloured sneakers, baggy shorts that features, a perfectly monstrous clash,
With your new image to go, step out and throw, your wavering confidence away,
Treat people with humour, especially those who are gloomier, and brush away that awful cliché,
Some people may think, it’s OK to link, dislike of your choice,
for unkind remarks, to voice,
Accept it as is, it can make you annoyed, but it’s only a mark of their schadenfreude,
To combat this, it’s absolute bliss, to give them the finger, then slowly depart, don’t linger.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
Every night as I walk home along the streets of my school, unraveling thoughts always pop in my mind.
Inexplicably undesirable of the mind. Seeing the first raindrop spatter on my face as I journey home, my whole life force became inclined with it.
The first raindrop continued on becoming a drizzle manifested by the likes of me.
The thoughts became gloomier and sullen and the rain gets harder and stronger.
The thoughts took on a part of me to the point that it were no more detachable.
******* out the life force inside; pouring out as a storm. A storm containing all kinds of pessimism and negativity.
Now the soul is slowly oozing out of the body and what remains to be is a soul that always stays up until midnight.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
One day, when you wake up before the suns up
You'll realize that I was the man of your dreams
The sun won't rise and shine
It'll be a bit gloomier
You'll question to text me and fight within yourself to see what I am doing
The truth is, I might let you back in and I just might not
You'll have to earn your spot amongst the great things that reside within my heart
If you do manage to fight your way in
I'll never use your journey of life against you
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
The sun
It shines brightly some days.
Causing eyes to squint,
Skin to burn,
Sleeves to roll up.
Other days is peeks behind clouds.
A shy child in a new place,
Unsure of their desire to come out and play or hide away.
Teasing us with warmth,
But not staying long.
Some days the sun doesn’t shine at all.
Leaving the clouds to cover the sky,
Like a grey blanket,
Not warm,
But daylight all the same.
People are like the sun.
Some days they uplift each other,
Eyes squinted as laughter flows through them,
Hearts burning with joy,
Huge smiles rolling up the corners of their mouth.
Other days people are in new surroundings.
Shyly trying to meet new people,
To make the right first impression.
Unsure of which decision is the right one,
To choose to go out or stay inside.
Teasing smiles,
A fleeting look.
Some days people are less happy.
Absent minded,
Stuck inside their heads.
Letting the world continue around them,
Not present,
But here all the same.
Someone can be the sun in your life,
Brightening your days,
Lighting up your world with a smile,
And still be able to cause you pain.
To be your brightest star on your darkest days,
And yet be the reason some days are gloomier than others.
But that also doesn’t mean they aren’t the Sun to you.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC