"gloomiest" poems
Think of the stars
You may think of shimmering lights in the sky while I think of her.
In the darkest times she would give us light.
On the gloomiest nights she would be watching from afar only peeking out for a second to show she was there.
And when you needed her most, she would shine the brightest and lead you safety.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Set fire to the Antique Shop,
We’re one step ahead of the cops.
Mannequins of Elvis begin to melt.
Free from past matters; free from guilt.
Promoting the prosperity
As we hoard hostility
Androids ambushing Arkansas,
They seek to find ménage trois.
Achieving self-awareness
They want fill the void’s emptiness
Chugging R & R by the fifths.
By our thumbnails we dangle off cliffs.
Thread by thread, the veil unfolds.
Standing all alone, I’m left in the cold.
Show me how much you care.
Push me in my wheelchair.
Listening to what drives you crazy
Eventually helps you stop being lazy.
Lilly is spinning me dizzy
She belongs to the world of yesterday
The haze is now fading away.
If only I could stay
for just one day
But Behold
I feel you should be told
I have come from the end
When the Earth is condemned.
As I tell the tall tale,
How we came to live in hell,
once we found the holy grail.
“We overcame our fear
The classified was made clear.
We launched all the nukes,
By order of the Skywalker named Luke.
The framers were lousy architects;
They left the balance completely hectic.
The CEO’s got away with fraud.
Thinking their work was the will of God.”
I met you in the gloomiest bar.
We speed across the town in my car.
Questioning why we remained silent.
The flickering florescent light compliment
The tone of shallow yellow paint,
I can finally hibernate.
After I left the oblivious,
Do I finally notice,
It’s hesitation that leads
me astray from redemption.
TJW 2013
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 6:14 AM UTC
our refined, synchronized
movements astounded
everybody, even the
gloomiest pessimists.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
I crave the dazzling colors
Twisting together in the early morning
Red
Orange
Yellow
All churned into one image
Pulsing in my dark eyes
Elegantly finding the way
To the gloomiest pit of me.
They make a trail to my heart
Brightening the display
Pumping happiness to every joint,
Every bone structure,
Every muscle mass present.
Was this why I was told to enjoy the sunrise
Every morning as petite child?
Did they know I would be this now?
Surely,
They must have.
I just wish they'd stopped me before this
Before I became my own enemy.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
We stared at the ceiling as it blackened from the lights turning off,
and the air chilling with every breath from the A.C.
Inch by inch we moved closer to each other
because we thought it was what we were supposed to do,
but little did we know that with each nudge
our electrons were sending spark signals
way before our bodies even thought about touching.
Like iron and sulfur, we synthesized
moving into each other's lives,
and leaving our pieces behind us,
swapping stories and secrets
in the cover of nightfall
with roaring laughter,
while our heads made permanent impressions
on their downy and memory foam petals
in the garden of wishes
we created.
Constantly I was with you,
just as the shore is never without the sea.
I became your shadow,
and followed you to your room,
and back again,
through the drug cartels of Mexico,
to the blizzards that lie beyond The Wall.
You became my greatest adventure
and showed me what lay beyond the door
I was always too frightened to open.
You earned a doctorate in my mannerisms,
becoming an expert on each temper tantrum,
and each shining grin that you always brought about
on the gloomiest of Wednesdays
when I ran out of milk for my cereal
and overcooked your mac and cheese.
You embraced every flaw I had,
like the father welcoming home the prodigal son,
and came to love every scar I accumulated,
thirty-eight in total,
from the hordes of others,
almost too numerous to count on ten fingers,
that constantly left me with a sewing needle,
and a bottle of Elmer's glue
to mend from each tumble
of their careless hands.
Every jagged edge of mine that cut your palms,
and left nicks on your fingertips
was smoothed by the rough edges of your beard,
and through scratchy kisses
from chapped lips.
You became my greatest blessing,
as well as my greatest weakness,
so now I constantly crave your pale face
spattered with freckles
and beautiful laugh lines
that congregate around
the warmest brown eyes
I have ever seen.
And I thought I loved you then, but
it definitely was nothing like I love you now, because
now I wake up next to you,
I make both of us coffee, and
push open the curtains to let in sunlight.
And when I wake up next to you,
I don't hate Mondays as much anymore,
And when I wake up next to you,
I feel safe,
because through the valleys of your sleeping lungs
I found where I belong.
I found my home.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
What if I were to take my life?
To silence the cry of a heart that has been cleft asunder
And put to an end my nights of aimless wander
In search of solace I never attain.
If I were to take my life, it’ll be beneath the stormy rain
On the gloomiest evening.
The stars will be shrouded by dark clouds
And the ground quaking from the rumbling of thunder
As the relentless gust of wind whooshing by dangles the sturdy, tall trees
And fluttering its withered leaves.
An evening were every soul pusillanimously sought refuge under their roof
Frequently peeping through their curtain with a bulging eyeball
Because they feared to venture the cold, vacant street.
If I were to take my life, have I succumbed to deceit?
To the whisper of Lucifer that incessantly tells me “this is my solace”.
Indeed, I want to rest
But how restful will be my death?
What if I were to take my life?
And I’m laid in my coffin like an etherized patient by unfamiliar hands
My mother’s tears falling upon my lifeless body
And in the ***** of my brethren will be an overwhelming urge to cry but fury will not let them.
What awaits me after?
An abyss for taking a life I cannot create?
Peace? Because God is willing to empathize for I have been tormented enough in the earth he has kept me in.
My loneliness is all that I have ever known
And amidst all I called friends I felt alone
Amidst all my anguish my eyes never brought forth a tear
But I hoped to cry, because my brain couldn't bear.
What if I were to take my life?
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
I am not a number.
I am more.
I'm a rhythm.
A clock, circadian,
A heart beat,
The music inside me.
I am a rhythm.
I am not a score.
I am more.
I'm a movement.
An individual, its
Like a non-religious transcendentalist,
A dancer, prancer,
An accidental fall.
I have a purpose.
I am a movement.
Who are you?
A number?
A score?
An A?
B?
C?
See?
Its not you, its how we were raised to be.
Thirteen years in a structured school
Teaching you only how to earn points
And memorize facts.
But I want to be smart.
An astrophysicist
An anthropologist
A pediatric psychologist
I want to own a home.
Lease a car.
Pay my bills.
Invest my money.
Where do I learn to do all that?
Look into your future,
Inside your dreams.
How do you get there?
How do you find
What seems
To be impossible?
Let me tell you,
Its possible.
Education
Filled with learning,
Filled with ACTUAL learning.
And motivation.
Its a structure,
But its home.
Its a routine,
Its a family.
Its in your head.
You create your setting.
The gloomiest day, with a smile on your face
And you've already become more.
When you want education,
You'll find it.
You'll find it with passionate teachers,
And summer camps,
And clubs
And sports
And, AP stats?
When you push yourself forward,
You'll feel pressure backwards,
But it won't drag you down,
If you don't let it.
It's a choice to make.
You'll be here anyways.
Its that day you walk across that stage
And find the smiles of your peers
And realize that although you're still here,
You're moving forward.
I know that I am more.
Than my 11th grade AP test score.
I know that I am more,
Than my homework,
Than my scars,
Than the number of marks
That are on my arms.
Than my rank,
My GPA,
Or any standardized test I took on a Saturday.
Than the number of hugs that I get when cry,
Or the number of graduates who will say good-bye.
Because at the end of the day
Or right here and right now
Or whatever cliche
I know I can say
I am more.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
We stared at the ceiling, blackened
from the absence of light,
air chilling with every breath from the A.C.,
moving closer and closer
because we thought it was what we were supposed to do, but
our electrons were sending spark signals
before our bodies even thought about touching.
Like iron and sulfur, we synthesized
moving into each other's lives,
leaving our pieces behind,
swapping stories and secrets
in the cover of nightfall,
with roaring laughter,
our heads making permanent impressions
on their downy and memory foam petals
in the garden of wishes
we created.
And I followed you to your room,
and back again,
through the drug cartels of Mexico,
to the blizzards that lie beyond The Wall.
You, my greatest adventure
showed me what lay beyond the door
I was always too frightened to open.
You earned a doctorate in my mannerisms,
becoming an expert on each temper tantrum, each shining grin
that you always brought about
on the gloomiest of Wednesdays
when I ran out of milk for my cereal
and overcooked your mac and cheese.
You embraced every flaw I had,
came to love every scar I accumulated,
thirty-eight in total,
from the others,
almost too numerous to count on ten fingers,
that left me with a sewing needle,
and a bottle of Elmer's glue
each time.
And I thought I loved you then, but
not like I love you now, because
now I wake up next to you,
I make both of us coffee, and
push open the curtains
to let in sunlight. And I wake up next to you,
I don't hate Mondays as much anymore,
Because through the valleys of your sleeping lungs
I found where I belong.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
You win
When you win hearts
Appreciate the love
When souls open up
A reflection of beauty
Transforms the heart
You win
When you listen
And feel every word
Hold hands of fallen
Wipe away the pain
And bring hope
You win
With unconditional love
No expectations ever
Only the well-being
Love that metamorphoses
The gloomiest of hearts
You win
When you shower kindness
And hold gratitude in esteem
When silence speaks a lot
And actions take care
Forges bonds forever
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
you asked me to describe you,
and i found myself at a loss
for words
(which doesn’t happen very often;
words usually pour out of me
like water from a fountain).
you mean the entire ******* world to me,
how do i put that into words?
how do i put you into words?
you're the literal light of my life:
you’re a ray of sunshine,
a respite from the constant thunder and rain
that seems to follow me around no matter where i go.
you pour constant love and warmth into me,
so much so that
even on the gloomiest of days,
i feel happy and okay.
you’re my inspiration;
i look up to you in every possible way.
you make me want to be a better person,
show me what that could be like.
you are soft and gentle and kind.
you’re the feeling of coming home
of watching a movie under the blankets
with a cup of hot cocoa
of finding something that you thought you had lost,
and the relief because
you couldn’t imagine living
without something so amazing.
you’re the feeling of safety and security,
of knowing that everything’s going to be okay,
of opening a new book and becoming immersed
in an entirely new world, something you never could’ve dreamt up.
you’re the feeling i get when my favorite song comes on,
shouting the lyrics and knowing i’m off-key but not caring.
you remind me what it’s like to feel alive,
what it’s like to feel human
(and how can i put that into words?)
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
She has long, chocolate colored hair.
She has eyes that twinkle in the sunlight.
She has a smile that can light up even the gloomiest of rooms.
She has a figure that any girl would dream of having.
She has a beautiful face; not a blemish on it.
She has a warm heart that could melt a blizzard.
She has a way with words that is moving.
She has a scent of genuine and purity.
She has a mind that envisions so much, she could make me look blind.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
On a laughing spree
I endeavor with glee,
Ripped up shirt
Your short short skirt,
Appeals
To any penguin running from seals,
Clubbing
And tape side B dubbing,
Will deplete
Through wet concrete
The tempo
Of the gloomiest of death row
Inmate
That I can't relate,
Sedate the defense
With all but my pretense,
Dense and foggy
The towel is soggy,
Wet and damp
I've set up camp,
To see this to its end
Let's pretend,
You know what I'm thinking
Even if my signals aren't blinking...
© okpoet
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
Once many months ago there was a lonely soul who needed a friend
Once many months ago you gave up the hope you would find someone who cared
Once many months ago you sought to end it all
And there she came. A girl with eyes as green as leaves on the summer trees.
A girl with the heart made of the purest gold
She was as sad as the gloomiest weather.
She too was in need, in need of a friend.
Soon the friendship was inevitable.
Late night conversations and so many secrets that were told.
She became your best friend, and you hers.
Soon she started throwing herself away and selling herself short.
And you....you were engulfed in another.
Soon your feelings were made clear, but she was stupid, thinking she didn't want a relationship.
Feeling hurt and jaded, you said things that wished you hadn't
But little did you know she missed you. She couldn't understand what she had did wrong.
Many weeks passed and fate would have it you came back into her life.
Bearing apologies, but she had already forgiven you.
And soon enough the friendship blossomed into something beautiful.
(In my blog this poem was called "The Story" but I don't think that title suits it. So here I'm going to leave it untitled)
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 11:46 AM UTC
Too long,
Too long I point my vision
In awe towards the inexistent flaw
Embedded within the lustrous cracks of your smile
Splitting through the melancholy-infused,
My timeless sunless sky
I tremble,
More than just a sugar rush,
A heaven-sent electric current;
Starts the heart-shaped engine,
Rips through its tendons,
Accelerates, opposing the infirm currents ,
Of the impaired circuit,
Sensitizes it to a form of "life".
The thunder then pounds within the hollow,
Slowly devastates the shallow.
Bruises branch down my neck,
The bolts sink down to my deck,
Engraving everlasting fractal marks ,
Of fractions of whiles,
When I was stone-blind ,
Consumed by the euphoric rush,
Of your broken white lights,
Shocked into submission,
Getting used,
Falling for abuse.
Lightning was your name,
The thunder was your doomed game.
Maybe one end only surges in mortal power,
But the other has fallen, devoured.
Blind, but now I see coherently,
Rewired differently.
My fingertips still trace down the marks,
Till they have memorized their very whereabouts,
But now I embark,
On the journey of focus on my ever-present,
And your ever-absence.
Tainted with specks of your broken light,
My sky then gives birth to ravishing stars,
That decorate the gloomiest of inky skies.
Sometimes the stars fall,
To witness me wishing him away,
Closely hear me say,
The last of my goodbyes;
So long for now,
So long for then.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
My head is pouring the gloomiest smoke you have never seen
And I used to think that my life would end up unseen
Like a stone my heart is unbreakable
And to feel, I can no longer be able
These emotions are scratching my chest
Wanting to release themselves from the arrest
Sometimes I wish people would care about me
But sometimes I don't
I wish to tie my rope around the branches
And fall as the old leaves fall
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
I've always been a night owl
Never really been a morning lark
The daytime just doesn't do it for me
The night on the other hand fills me with spark
My mind works better
My soul feels safer
All i need is a cup of tea,a good movie to watch
And a bag of vanilla flavoured wafer
When i look at the moon and stars in the night sky
It gives me a different kinda' high
The stillness and silence of the night
Just the moonlight to guide you
Man..it's so serene and haunting
Magical almost...
Looking at the post-midnight empty streets...
I'm sometimes reminded of the emptiness in my life
But then again even the darkest and gloomiest of night skies has at least that one star shining in it
So that does fill me with hope
May be not now
But somewhere in the future
This introvert soul might get someone to love
'Coz nobody wants to be lonely
And i ain't no exception
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
The breeze sways within my study
from the Friday eve rain.
The gloomiest things make one feel so lovely.
The frizzy coils of my hair spring up while
I only hope these showers
bring him to my door with flowers.
I shut the window,
but keep the blinds.
The weeping willow aches for some sun,
and I ache for my sunshine.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
There’s no escape it’s ever the life’s part
Breaks one storm the strongest of men
Leaves on its trail pieces of broken heart
Scattered ashes of an undying pain!
Even the toughest falls like a house of cards
With no mend on sight for the brutally scathed soul
No peace to be got from the wisest of words
Charring helpless in grief’s burning coal!
Each breath exhales fumes of the despair
When we’re on the path of this gloomiest travel
That faith can’t heal nor bring to repair
As the mind is sunk in the darkest of hell!
There’s no relief when such times ravage us
For the tides of sorrow with years hardly wane
With time though quieted and within heart hushed
Remain its scars as the forever lasting pain!
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:47 AM UTC
*Laughter reigns with us
Sun breaking gloomiest day
Eyes always smiling*
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Not depressed:
Emotionless
inside, I can feel the emptiness.
Can't love, can't hate
is this my fate?
Searching:
Listening to that sad song.
Watching that movie full of sorrow.
Reading the gloomiest book I could find.
Listening to people talk about their dark pasts.
Ahh~ here it comes
the one thing I can feel...
Finally depressed again,
finally I feel alive.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 5:44 AM UTC
You were the sun this cold heart is longing. You told me I became the moon who lights up even your darkest and gloomiest night.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
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Overfilled dams released
khaki-brown rainwaters, while
slate gray stormy winds brought
down houses and lamp posts,
helpless trees were uprooted,
branches, sliced off their trunks
greens became hues of dark olive-brown.
red roofs floated, fire came in their midst
rain wasn't crystal clear as it used to be
death's color became faded elephant gray
lives were snatched as hands held tight,
emotions died in those brown flood waters
2020 painted my country's canvas
with the gloomiest shades of sepia
still,
my people rise from inundation,
gray lava and tremors,
while they breathe,
they live on,
as before.
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Sally
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
November 6, 2020
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC