"mopey" poems
Ever felt like life is unfair to you?
Ever felt like you've no true friends?
That the world is very cruel to you?
Got confused among who's your best friend?
Made bunch of friends but no one there in time of help?
Ever felt that way?
Ever felt mopey and dim-witted without a SLR , because everyone's busy changing their Dp's on FaceBook with one.
Ever felt like buying those 6 inches shoes ,though we'll never walk in it , but people got to see it ,right?
Ever felt like cutting internet connection from your house, because of that we're not able to achieve all the great conquests of life.
Ever felt like ,you've wasted all the opportunities life had given you and now you're futile , plus it's too late to start all over again?
Ever felt scared of telling that person that how much you like them?
Ever? Ever felt like you're ugly?
Ever felt like you're not one of those magical school guys or gals of Hogwards.
Ever felt like "No, you're not awesome." Ever felt like "I'm not in a relationship , am I that ugly?"
Ever felt like no one loves you?
Ever felt like the whole world is happy , but not you?
Ever felt like you **** in everything?
Ever felt like killing that person because ***** is flirting with the person you love?
Ever felt like to know what you're from other people's view? Well , that's life.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
I might not have
the perfect smile.
I might not have
the perfect teeth.
I might not be the
skinniest person out there.
I might not be the
most beautiful human being.
I might not be the perfect person
and that's okay, because no one is
perfect.
We all have flaws.
Some are good at hiding them,
some are not.
The thing is,
you have to come to know that you are
special
unique
and beautiful
in your own ways.
I've learned that being negative
doesn't do anything
but make matters worse.
Being negative
doesn't really get you anywhere.
You become mopey
You don't ever feel good enough
about yourself or
about anything.
Change that problem,
I guarantee
that you will feel
so much better afterwards
but you will never achieve
if you keep it with you.
Let it go.
Just, let it go.
No matter how hard it is to forget.
Turn that negative attitude
into a positive attitude.
If I can do it,
you can do it.
I believe
that you will accomplish it
someday at sometime.
Whether you want to
or not,
just try.
Also think,
no one is making you feel that way
but yourself.
See the difference,
feel the difference.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
The sun's in it's own shade
and it's getting cold down on the soil
Where my feet are firmly planted
as I watch all the birds fly up toward the heat
The trees are doing the same, and even the giraffes
grew out their necks so they could still eat
laughing all the while at us mopey land dwellers
feet stuck to the soil
so i smoke cigarettes, and watch the time pass
it's all growing in a direction i cannot follow
the sun's in it's own shade
to change the way of the world.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
the elephant sits quietly
in the corner,
reading Holmes
as we tiptoe through the to,
too many words,that slipped
from tequila lips
and open-gated brains.
the leopard,
is in the bathroom
tinting his fur
to an even shade of black
and the owl
is busy outside
trying to get
the wisdom of the ages
safely back.... inside.
monkey saw,
monkey did,
monkey lies,
monkey defies,
monkey now,
in the barrel
with a nailed-down lid.
and the whale sings,
a mournful song.
the dolphins,
once again,
thank us for the fish
and then move on.
but still,
the elephant sits
and reads on...
as we fervently wish
the dormouse to appear
and slap the mopey begger
on his ample rear.
*with nods of thanks to:
folklore, CS Lewis, Dr Suess
and Douglass Adams
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
The sting of fresh ink
The pressure of the fountain
The feel of the metallic
The love for a hand.
Swirling azure
Midnight blue
Black as knight
White as hue.
Letters unknown
Searching for cavalier fools
A dream is nothing but a dream within a dream
Can I be as fresh as Poe?
I'm as mopey as Keats
Maybe I'll survive
Being fresh and fine
Emotion is my business
Suicide is my hobby
What the **** makes a girl a poetess?
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
It's a love hate
Crazy kinda thing
Love you like crazy
Hate your decisions
You are amazing
Sharp as a tack
Cuddly as a kitten
And full of surprises
But you choose so crazy
Hunting on holidays
Missing family events
Disappearing mysteriously
You run to Ozona
Just for a buck
You come home all mopey
Cause you missed me alot
Once and a while
that's fine with me
But give me a chance
To get us in too
Its love hate
I love you I hate them
They pull us apart
From where we are
They try to divide us
So we fight a lot
You pick them
Over me
I thought I was with you
Not all of them
They push me out
And you don't care
There's too many battles
That rage in your head
Me or them
Choose? I wont make you
Trust issues
Even abandonment
scar your insides
So you constantly hurt
I'm not her though
I won't go
I stay till you say
To go far away
You don't believe
Trust is hard
Keep me in mind
See how it goes
I back you up
No matter what
I don't question you
Like you interrogate me
So its still love hate
I love you yes
But I hats the way
That everything else is first.
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
My love is like an old stubborn dog
It's tired and sick and sits around all day
But dogs are know for being loyal and sometimes that's all I can offer
The problem with this love is it still has many tricks to learn and I promise to be a good student
But you gotta be patient because this old dog gets wrapped up too much in its own self pity to know better half the time and if it gets too mopey it doesn't know what to do with itself
But even dogs in their eldest years need the love of any of those young scrappy puppies that go running around ******* on the carpet
My love does not **** on carpets
And neither do I
But there is something you must understand
If things go south and we split
If I leave, this old love isn't going to follow
For better or worse this love is yours
It belongs to you
I can't take it back, no matter how I try
You can do what you want with it
You can put it in the back room of your mind and forget the key
It will sit and it will stay exactly where you leave it
But nothing that happens and no mater how bad you treat it,
With you it will remain
So if you are going to come looking for love in my heart come prepared
And please be gentle
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
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The above is my rendition of a famous DUCHAMP
painting entitled
SUN DESCENDING OVER THE WATER
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Lovers
The silken semblance of true embrace
She leaves she returns
1000 lives in every vision
1000 strong the children are before the tide
••
I read your mopey weepy poems of love gone wrong!
I laugh at all the tears you pretend to cry
For Love is not so weak !
Love is not born nor can it die
••
Perhaps you have been watching too many phony videos
on MTV !
How is it you treat love like you are " gunning them
down" as if you are playing a video game !!
••
Oh such funny funny love !
Weird as can be !
••
The mother races into the fire to save the child
The father stands guard at war's gate
The young boy and girl walk proudly thru any and every
form of hate
and stand together
Unpossessively
••
You write of love trapped and wrapped in ugly jealousies !
(CRAZY KIDS !)
••
Well
Here we are again
One of the 1000 visions
Here we are
STRONG OR WEAK
••
Only love is real
Always true
Can't be faked
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
I don't know what to do
I'm mopey and depressed
So I will sit here and think
Of things that have been happening
But I don't laugh at once hilarious memories
I'm in that somber mood
But I know what not to do
Be productive
Be cheerful
Be lazy
Be active
Be tired
So I will just sit here and be
I will be my neutral self
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
If I died tomorrow, would anybody care
Would they be drowning in their sorrow, wishing I was there
To make everything alright, to be by your side
Cause in the end I was a true friend
It doesn't mater if your sad or mopey
Alls I have to do is crack a couple jokes see
I can brighten up the mood, inside any room
thats my personality, so why cant anyone see
You don't know what you got til its gone, til its gone
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
The world is a big, grey soup and I was the soggy ******* half-submerged
My path was broken up like a puzzle and my feet trudged along a "destiny" often diverged
I visited the cinema of tattered memories
Silently watched the hasty retreats of ex-lovers on repeat
That is, until I met you
The sole ingredient spicing up my depression stew
You're a raven haired darling uplifted by breeze
The hiccup in my mopey hippocampus, a psychedelic sneeze
You said you're drowning-sucked in by the ocean's whims
Well then honey, I'll help you to shore, teach you how to swim
Together, we'll dredge up the anchor of doubt
Shower each other with kisses like a pair of sculpted water spouts
Continue the raging storm over all dry patches left in life's drought
I'm done with trotting down a path quite wayward
Humming tunes of happiness that life never heard
I'm sick of haters with their pathetic aesthetics
Leave that mess behind and call it frenzied, frenetic
You're a firebird raining down ****** on my frozen heart
The Phoenix lifting this guy's affection levels off the charts
Let's hold hands down the yellow brick road and leap into the future's maw
You can be the Dorothy to my lovestruck Wizard of Awe
I'll slay the dragon and build a castle so we're able to share smiles as we should
Life life so fully that, if separate, we never could
I want to gently drag down your pants and plant snowflake kisses on the scars
Pull you out of the woods and proclaim "Darling, I adore you from the Moon to the stars!"
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
I just can't see why.
She whispers her unhappiness to me before she falls asleep.
But you have a beautiful life, I say.
To which she replies,
Why do I feel this way?
And I can't give her a good reason.
She is mopey and moody,
Unpleasant most times.
And I cannot console her,
Or waken her smile.
But some days she leaves and doesn't return.
This silent shadow that's haunting me,
Is really no person but lives within me.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
The molecular rat had come
Seeping into the ***** that pumps
The red plush through the body
In which you helped it ache, swell, implode
The bleeding blue-ish white in the body
Runs out of the mouth, nostrils and shoots the eyes to a passion.
The heartache of passion, the lust for love, the tender stench of ethereal beings
Deceiving
The swelling of my heart
The callous torture of my soul
The gangrene demise of my spirit.
Remember
the being I gave myself
with your faithful hiding
Remember
the bittersweet taste of the fruit of the inevitable
that we all call
death.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
I saw him again,
Melancholy and polite
Like a brand new funeral director
Attending his own
He used to be so **** funny
Now he's quiet and mopey
I hope he gets the **** over it
It wasn't supposed to be a big deal
Like planting a tree for arbor day
It's a thing that you do
You plant it,
And say,
What a nice thing we made today
And you let it be
And walk away
You don't stand there and watch it grow
And complain because it's slow
Laugh you ******* clown
Laugh and don't think of me
Just say something nice
And go live your life
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
i'll stop being mopey
i don't mean to just blow up
i just think and i think and i think
and i still don't think enough
i'm sorry i got so angry
i didn't mean to take things so far
i just hurt so much
that i forget to do my part
i really don't wanna hurt you
that is never my intention
but i still do it don't i
so am i apologizing for attention
i really don't know
but i really hope not
i genuinely don't like myself right now
and i do want to stop
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC