"gloominess" poems
Red is the color of passion, but the passion of love
A firey burning sensation, heating and fueling lover's desire
Orange is the color of energy, blinding, and fast
Zipping through space and recharging the multiverse
Yellow is the color of friendship, sunshine and bright
Lifting frowns and bringing joy to all
Green is the color of life, growth, expansion
Of Gaia and the vibrant vivacity of Mother Earth
Blue is the color of sadness and melancholy and despair
Of the salty water of both tear and sea
Indigo is the color of calm and surging stillness, contemplation
And intellect, the color of knowledge
Violet is the color of passion also, the passion of music and art
Powerful and strong, mellowed and smooth
And octamarine is the color of magic, the eighth color of the rainbow, falling off the edge of the world into space
White and black, not contained within a rainbow, but both contain the rainbow themselves, they intertwine, yin and yang
White signifying good, pureness, gaiety, life
Black symbolising evil, taint, gloominess, death
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
if we were to live in my own little world
how the skies would be covered with silly grey clouds.
where the gloominess darkens the clearest blues
and the rain glistens like it was sent from the heavens.
where the winds blow with private tales of the world
and the trees whisper the secrets of the night.
you might not like the lifestyle there,
but i truly enjoy the greys.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
Oh Sleeping believer on the bed!
Three knots at the back of your head,
each contains Satan's words enchanting.
' The night is, long, so keep on sleeping, '
' The night is, long, so keep on sleeping, '
' The night is, long, so keep on sleeping, '
wake-up praising Allah, untie the first one,
perform the ablution second will be undone,
execute the salah so that remains none.
Send the dullness, gloominess far away.
Get up in the morning lively and gay. :)
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
Gloominess all around me
I could see no light
The pain is ruling, tears are flooding
I know there is no way I can fight.
I scream, I cry, I hit the walls
but all I get is woe
I curse my fate, sit in disgrace
having nothing to do.
They dragged me in this ocean of chaos
blaming me that I committed a crime
Now I can do nothing
except to sit and hymn
They smashed my face real hard
and thwacked my jaw
They made me naked on those frigid nights
for breaking their law.
They tortured me all night long
just to make me accept the sin
I had no any alternatives left
except to agree and lean.
I had no evidence of being innocent
So I accepted the crime
For I could not bear the grief
that they gave me every time.
Now, I am waiting for that day to come
when the ropes embrace my neck
I will then fly freely in the air
with no pains to take.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
Your Friendship
means a lot to me...
hearing your voice,
hearing your smile,
whitens my gloominess-
seeing your face,
seeing your smile,
brightens my emptiness-
feeling your hugs,
feeling your smile,
lightens my loneliness-
Your Friendship
means a lot to me!
2007
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
*Sitting near the window
On a mellow morning
There’s a palpable eagerness
To wash away the summer heat
The nearest tree branches sway
In anticipation to welcome the rain
I can feel leaves talking to each other
Sudden gust of cool air touches me
Making me aware of my presence
May be the rains are on their way
The tree branches do an ecstatic dance
I look up at the accumulating clouds
Suddenly the sky opens up in happiness
Sound of rain is like the sweetest lyrical notes
There’s flowing elegance in the air
Rains wash away the last bit of gloominess
Here my heart wants to get drenched
I finally join the trees and birds
And get the taste of refreshing shower
Rains are here and there is hope writ all over*
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
It is dark and cold, and it feels like I’ve been here for hours… maybe even days.
Where exactly am I?
How did I get to this cold and empty place where no human hands could give me warmth?
Where animals do not even dare to come.
I try to think, but the bitterness of this place distracts me
I start to walk but I begin feeling this icy numbness.
I want to continue however I just collapse on the never ending ground
Every thing just starts getting darker and darker
My eyelids getting heavier …
My head is spinning
I touch my face and realize my hand feel frozen
How long was I out?
The silence of this place bring fear to my mind and pain to my heart
Causing me to shake and I begin to sob
As I do the tears become frozen on my red cheeks.
What has caused this sudden lament?
I start to walk but I begin feeling this icy numbness.
I want to continue however I just collapse on the never ending ground
Every thing just starts getting darker and darker
My eyelids getting heavier …
A movie starts to play
Of a young man
With eyes that had a smile of their own
A smile that makes you want to join him,
Nice, big yet gentle hands that just told you to play with them.
A voice that made you believe in the impossible as if it could make your dreams come true.
I wake up once more and I hope it’s the last time.
I can not take more of this wilderness and all I can think is
who is that young man? I want to be with him.
The movie starts up again
And there is that young man again but this time….
His eyes do not smile; they are full of tears
He has lost hope; now his words speak only of loneliness
As blood fall to the floor from his arms
Now more then ever do I want to be with that young men
Because I know
That once I was the person, who brought that smile to his eyes,
And that this forest of gloominess is ours.
I need to find him and help him out
With the result that this will stop being the forest of Aokigahara.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 7:24 PM UTC
By keeping true calmness
Our mind functions well
Ideas are very progressive
Soul takes complete rest
Calmness gives clear ideas
Brain is very well nourished
Heart is devoid of friction
Body feels greatly jubilant
When emotions are serene
Classic will be the feeling
Joy permeates one's mind
Ecstasy and thrill are plenty
Whatever may be the news
View it in the right perspective
Digest it without any tension
Acceptance gives equanimity
Provocation must be denied
Extreme patience exercised
Will give enough confidence
Calmness wins without doubt.
mvvenkataraman
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
I sit still
Behind wispy brushes
That cast the gloominess away
Enough to admire the beauty
Of this fragile azure trinket.
I sit still alone,
Behind wispy brushes
That act upon others
As forbidden territory,
As a sanctuary that’s
Mine, and mine alone.
I sit so anxiously
Behind wispy brushes
Observing the trinket.
What I can never grasp,
Dwindles before me;
I have claws
For hands and feet,
And the limelight
Blinds what was meant
To be a humiliating secret
If I get close enough.
If there ever was a day
To be recorded in infamy;
‘Twould be the day where
Stars sought new homes,
Tigers grew coarse and *****
And villagers incinerated
Every fiber of my being
Behind such dapper azure faces
As too, my darling
Dancing wispy brushes
-Juan Carlos Gomez
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 10:18 AM UTC
Oh, here I am confined to the walls of my sadness!
I am lean and weary,
my heart thin and dreary.
Oh, how I've longt to wander yon mountainous hills again,
this time with thee,
descending the steeps, our bare foots brushing against the heath beneath
blending into the hilly surroundings
under the laughter of the joyful heavens -
o how riveting the bank underneath shall be!
O how delicacy shall reign my frame abruptly -
bequeathing its foreign spirit gladly,
so that I am showered with its frantic idyll
with adversity whose love can never forget!
O how this joy shall conquer any rivers of indignation,
drive their disdained yoke away
along with those conceited tears
of sullenness, hatred, and amorous gluttony!
But unreachable art thou!
O Kozarev, my prince, sole prince in these silent wintry dreams,
how thou appeareth like a gleaming apparition,
soothing my reposes, making whose armours complete,
with smiles can bear all my gloominess away,
whose lovely jests are warmth to my soul, my yearning and choking soul,
in the deathlike bursts of this misty day!
O Kozarev, in today's laborious air I shall think of thee,
thy stately figure, thy youth of ardour!
Thy grin the star to the fading sun;
thy words that calmeth sorrow; and sendth thrills through my bones!
O mumbling lips, o trembling horns!
My little treasure, if only thou could hear my earnest longing
my very earnest desire; sincere yet tempestuous
that I shalt lift my hands around thee
Just how those rocks stand firm on the glaring sea
Cheers in its coldness; praises its bland waviness
Like a small boat unyielding to the melodious storm
when the last harmony is no longer sounding!
O, how I long to share this fondness with thee!
Kozarev, my demure pleasure, my belated fate!
My firing snow, my blazing sun,
the handsomest flower of my being!
My lithe little heart might be of nothing to thee
I am unworthy, yet I yearn for thee so willingly!
Kozarev, amidst the rolls of my dreams I devour thee,
wherein dwells the upmost of our affection
and sits our sheepish little village!
And adjacent to the gentle fireside
upon our wooden squeaking chair
brimmed with love, smeared with laughs
I should rock by thee
sew thee into my very own loveliness
and ****** thy grace
to the faint redness of my lips.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 5:55 AM UTC
To unearth the means of life
Is the saddest part of our ferris wheel
Every ups and downs, in peace or strife
A looping ride to our little heaven, but most a free trip to hell
There's a box of gloominess that I'd opened that I can't seal
Overflowed my mind with a lot of dark wisdom
Wound I'd self inflicted in a day, seems will take a decade to heal
If only I did not enter the too much curiosity kingdom
It's my intention to craft a masterpiece
So I've yearned crazily for knowledge
Scrambled all the colors till darkness become my art piece
A life that longing to be at the center because I am at the very edge
But then I still thank fate
For giving me the chance to travel life
To feel the air, the cool rain and the blazing heat
To have parents, brothers and a wife
To accept what life can offer and never go beyond
If only I could turn back, I'll never do myself a crime
But I'm on my way now, righting the wrong that I've done
Might take a decade to heal, but I believe in another lifetime...
Written: 01/01/2015 @ 6:30 am
Mysterious Aries
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More harkening to the sermon's horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound
In some blind spell: seeing that each one tears
Himself from fireside joys and Lydian airs,
And converse high of those with glory crowned.
Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,
A chill as from a tomb, did I not know
That they are dying like an outburnt lamp,—
That 'tis their sighing, wailing, ere they go
Into oblivion—that fresh flowers will grow,
And many glories of immortal stamp.
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Woman
You've something
That the man doesn't
"What is it?"
You've a strong heart
A tough one
"How do you know?"
You can see it clearly
By looking at yourself
"Me?"
Yes, you
Even when you're sad
You never show you gloominess
Even when you're facing problems
You never forget to give a smile
"But, now I can't smile."
Why?
"He dumped me."
"He says 'we're not meant for each other.' "
Don't be sad
My little one
"I guess I just not perfect for him."
No
No, my little one
The one who has problem is him
Not you
You may not be perfect
But he's the one who never noticed the beauty behind it
He leaves you
He lost the precious things, you
Don't cry! Don't be sad!
You're not yet exposed to the real world
And when you do
You'll meet many types of person
And one of them
Will be a man
A man who will give you what you deserve
"Deserve? What I deserve?"
Respect
Love
'Cause you are not a toy to play with
You heart is precious
It's fragile
When come the time you meet that man
Hold him tight
Don't let he go
Fight for him
'Cause it's worth it
'Cause he's the one
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
It's said that the earth's magnetic
Polarity will flip
Every few hundred thousand
Years.
But my brain decides to flip
Every few weeks on a trip.
Every look toward the future,
With gloominess leers.
It's like riding on a train,
50/50 through rain
And the other part is on a
Precipice.
But it has no destination,
And's surrounded by insulation.
I can't seem to get off it,
But there aren't any stops to miss.
This journey I'm on, it's
Half pernicious existence,
Half psychotic persistence.
Looks like
I'll need to find a
comfortable chair with a
half decent view.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear
From my glad bosom,—now from gloominess
I mount for ever—not an atom less
Than the proud laurel shall content my bier.
No! by the eternal stars! or why sit here
In the Sun's eye, and 'gainst my temples press
Apollo's very leaves, woven to bless
By thy white fingers and thy spirit clear.
Lo! who dares say, "Do this"? Who dares call down
My will from its high purpose? Who say,"Stand,"
Or, "Go"? This mighty moment I would frown
On abject Caesars—not the stoutest band
Of mailed heroes should tear off my crown:
Yet would I kneel and kiss thy gentle hand.
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It makes me look weak,
My tears leaks…
My eyes are sore
My heart is a bore
and My body repeats a painful encore.
I dust away the sad memories,
but it comes along like it’s my adversaries.
I hate sadness
It shakes my reality, a piercing faithfulness
towards my soulful unhappiness.
I don’t need help,
but in truth I am lying to myself.
You’ll never know, what comes and goes
yet I am stuck between my toes.
I hunger for that light
but all that comes is my arresting night.
Perhaps I am doom with my own gloominess.
Starvation and Weariness
is a consolation of my messiness
~ a choice with laziness,
to ponder and wonder
to the world’s unending sadness.
© Pax September, 2013
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
Moment of happiness
And struggle of life,
Liveliness of new born
And Gloominess of death...
Beauty of woman
And boons and curses she bear,
Strength of man
And generosity he must show...
Wheels of time
And the never ending motion,
Life full of promises
And promises we fulfil...
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
*Sky shows mood of the day
Prematurely turned gray
Once bright and clear
Now gloominess hangs low
Wilting under the pressure
Of threatening clouds
Shades of sadness across
Waiting for it to clear
My dreams can fly again
As the sun waits its turn
At the backyard*
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
you are beautiful,
but in the way that scares me-
like the end of a cigarette.
beautiful ashes that disperse in the wind
but warm to the touch
and causes scars when pressed against skin.
it's eerie to think
that the smoke surrounding you
and getting between your clothes and tangled mess of hair and face
is slowly rotting you on the inside,
eventually killing you.
(do you see what you're doing to me, scarlet?)
you are stunning,
like the moon on a stormy night.
you stand out amongst the dark clouds and lightning strikes
but do nothing to stop the thunderous booms
and heavy rain pelting down upon me.
you simply watch; serene and illuminated,
you watch
me
suffer.
but you are dark
not the mysterious darkness of a newly discovered cave
or dingy attic begging to be explored,
but a darkness that has become familiar to me
the gloominess of a soul
the dimming of a heart-
you've put out every light of hope and belief
I've ever known
and you've ignited the fire that holds no luminescence,
only the ability to burn and smoke
the fire of pain; your fire.
and it is (you are) corroding me.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
she’s got the Oxycontin blues and an appetite for Ritalin
a body made for fixation
Wellbutrin XL 300 MG to cope with hallucinatory voices
little lonely, melancholy mollie keeps her gloominess away through raw physical exertion
Prozac to highlight her manic side
she lacks emotional stability
****** to walk her off the end
2 ***** bottles and some ******
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
The furnished souls
Adorned with mahogany
Luxurious pieces in every corner
Eau de parfum, the finest from France
Does not allure the senses
The settees, chaise lounges and recliners
Standing there, forlorn, awaiting guests
The ornate crystal chandeliers adorn the ceilings
Trying to illuminate the gloominess
The flooring of Makrana marble on the floors
As if there is a puzzle to be solved
It looks quizzically at the incoherent footsteps
Of the infrequent visitors, not even interested
Mansion filled with embellishments
Yet there are no worthy inhabitants
The Swarovski crystal curtains, veils the outside world
That waits, without any expectations or superfluities
To furnish the soul with love
© Amitav (Radiance)
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
I always want to find that someone
Who would care enough
To help me find
The long-lost
Me.
I never expected that as I was searching
I found you looking through my
Messy eyes with so much
Interest to know
How much
I’ve been
Hurt.
Things have changed since you came
And from then on, I’d love to
Be with you again despite
The loneliness I have
To feel every day
I look forward
To meet you
If there’d
Be any
Way.
But as I realized that fate won’t allow
Me to feel this happy feeling with
You for I still have something
To fix—that one thing I’ve
Left behind and so I felt
So bad as I told you
I’d no longer be
With you for
Very, very
Long.
Though it was my decision to leave the
Group I was once in, I never really
Liked the way it all happened,
When I needed to tell you
About it and you’re just
Like, yeah, and I’d be
Left thinking that
I chose to be
far from
You.
And now I miss you more than anyone else
Around me cause these people I am with
Makes me sick with their nonsense but
With you, it seems like every second
Will always make sense because
It’s you who still makes me
Feel this way despite the
Pain this feeling had
Given me by a
Person who
Did not
Care.
How I wish I had the chance to tell you
How much you meant to me while
We’re having our time together
But because we are worlds
Apart, I know I will no
Longer be able to
Tell you about
My feelings
So here,
Read.
Since the first day I met you
I never realized how it is
like to befriend a guy
but you’re different
cause you made
my each day
very, very
special.
In my gloominess, I met
You and now it’s you
That only matters.
How I wish you
Also Feel the
Same way
For me
Too.
Thanks for taking that
Special part in my
Life and I swear
I’ll never, ever
Forget you,
- - - -
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
Pitter patter of the rainy view from my porch
Cars wiz by, some with urgency like there is really somewhere to be
The rain splashes a cool mist upon my feet that's oh so refreshing
The sun fighting hard to burst through the line of clouds,
Maybe hoping to help turn this gloominess around,
Pitter patter
Pitter Patter of the rain falling hard
The aroma of fresh coffee steaming from my cup
Flowers lie in wait to gain what they need to bloom again
Clouds zoom by as the rain tries to slow
Pitter patter
Pitter patter of the rain as it slides down the smooth surface of fresh growing tomatoes,
A pink yard flamingo hiding behind the vines
The newspaper sits in a plastic bag as it waits to be put inside
It feels like the world is barely awake or maybe it's just me,
There are so many feelings to feel and sights to see
But good morning rain!
You are welcome
You are welcome from the place that you fell from
The sound of rain dissipates as the sun shines near
Pitter patter
Pitter patt
Pitter pa
Pitter
Pitt
Pi
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
The problem with my sadness is that I cannot explain it
to anyone.
It is so quiet, so subtle, a reminder in the back of my mind,
a gloominess overlooking all time,
and in its quietness it is unbearable,
unsharable,
a pain all my own.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC