"worsens" poems
Narrowed visions of the limitless heights of hope
Dreams deferred not dashed or shattered like glass
Head held high to the sky
Feet always grounded never caught off guard
Hopeless
Dark clouds Dark Thoughts
Altered by substances poisoning the community
These hands Those hearts hardened by this cold existence
His hands Her thighs Their minds killing the hopes of the future
Savage
The stench of failure and poverty reeks throughout the streets
Hunger pains and dope fiends screams vibrate the streets like a sick beat
Cries of the children young and old scatter the air with grief and unbearable pain
A young man dead A young woman ***** harsh realities simmer in this mixing bowl of misery
Numb
Hopes Dreams fears ignored by the outside looking in
The mindset of a hustler taught to struggle and fight the hard way
A better life shown in the gleam of a child eye
Reality worsens with the smell of death
Ghetto Dreams
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
I was born
I was happy
I started school
I made friends
New school
No friends - lonely
Change school again
Found old friends - happy again
Mother dies - sad
Depression settles in
World spins
Self harm starts
World stops
Self hate grows
Eating disorder
Self harm worsens
People worry
I give up trying
Convinced to try again
Determined to right my wrongs
Start university
No friends - lonely
Self harm comes back
Eating disorder returns
Ready to give up again
Wrote poem
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
1. Spread claims you are the only one who can stop corrupt politicians and their dependence on the rich (even though you yourself belong to the rich)
2. Spread lies and insults about anyone who might look like a serious opponent
3. Once you are in power, continue 1. & 2. and put your rich friends into influential positions in state offices and courts, give tax breaks to the rich and claim that everyone benefits from them. Declare any information that runs counter to your lies „fake news“.
4. Invent threats to the security and well-being of the nation and then claim you are the one who can solve all the problems by strict measures, like building a 2,000 mile wall against those criminal immigrants that threaten your people – what the „fake news“ reports as a few thousand refugees from neighboring countries who flee from misery and persecution and crime and hope to get asylum in your country of 350 million.
5. Cut your aid programs for the home countries of those resfugees so that the situation there worsens even more and even more people will try to run for a better life, and you can rhetorically justify inhuman security measures at your borders.
6. On a different field, isolate your country internationally, be the elefant in the china shop, break or end international agreements, destabilize whole regions, and then threaten to send the military – all of which, you tell your voters, makes your country great again.
7. Start trade wars with old global partners, accusing them of taking advantage of your countrty, and when your own economy suffers from such idiocies, calm your afflicted followers with federal subsidies that jolt the nationl deficit to singular heights.
8. Fire (or mob into retirement) any critical person in your government until all your officials speak with your voice.
9. Look around for a worthy cause to be the focus of your consoldidated power.
10. Start a world war and lose it.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
it’s the skin disease that is my sickness
It’s the red dots
(hurtings, blemishes, scars)
and not my face I see
It’s the
d e s p e r a t i o n
on display
of my insecurities, and
so it worsens my insecurities
The hermeneutic circle;
fact is fact
So, on my face
desperation is visible
sadness in my mind;
emptiness in body;
— but explosions on my face
That is all I see
It's all
I
am.
I am a
sickness.
august 2014
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
I find it very difficult to enthuse
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.
3.5k
I apoligize for not reading your posts. I have been battling my depression and have not been online . I have written a poem about it (of course lol). I hope you enjoy and I hope to be online tomorrow.
My Dark Tale (A Sestina)
It is a lovely time of day for tea
As I sit curled up to the song of rain
Memories arise of a deep dark pain
Storm clouds gather within my heart, darkly
Dimly, I am aware of rainbow’s hope
Wanting dreams infused with Rosemary and Thyme
Out of work, I suffer from too much time
Overeating and drinking too much tea
Depression worsens, stealing all my hope
And all my dreams shatter in the cold rain
Leaving me empty in the bitter dark
As I stare out of the broken windowpane
How I long to conquer my bitter pain
If only I would organize my time
I know then, I would rise above the dark
Instead, I get caught in cookies and tea
And sink deeper; chaos supremely reigns
I flounder once again, losing my hope
I am tired of losing precious hope
Letting despair and worthless bitter pain
To take control and determinedly reign
Structure! Will that allow me to use time
Positively? Cutting back on black tea
Getting needed sleep to fight back the dark
Rested, I can push back the hated dark
Strive to capture peace and beautiful hope
Learning once again to enjoy my tea
And not as a crutch that causes me pain
While I mourn the loss of wasted sweet time
Instead, I would see rainbows in the rain
I yearn to topple depression’s long reign,
To walk in the sun’s light, not the cold dark
Eager to greet the day and enjoy time
Pursue my dreams, infusing life with hope
Do away with doldrums and bitter pain
Relaxing and enjoying Earl Gray Tea
Envoi
To sum up, I yearn to enjoy my tea
Overcome my darkness and pain; to feel hope
While I take time to enjoy the sweet rain
Kelly Rose
© January 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
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Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
There he is
the loudest guy in the bar
Boasting about clandestine OPS
and battles he’d ‘prefer not to remember’,
But he does,
because he has an audience
There he was in Ramadi, Korengal,
Tikrit, Kandahar, pinned down by dozens,
no hundreds, of enemy fighters.
His best mate, was hit by shrapnel or an enemy round.
He screams for Doc
But no help comes
The barroom hero
applies a compression bandage,
but the blood continues to flow through his fingers
Minutes pass, his buddy worsens.
Doc arrives, finally.
The buddy is stabilized and loaded onto a stretcher
He’ll be on the first bird out
The battle hardened warrior continues his tale,
regaling his table with airstrikes, CQB, and
taking the battle to the enemy.
Someone asks, “What unit were you in?”
He replies proudly, “The Second Ranger Battalion.”
You set your own beer down and spin from your chair.
You make your way from your table to his.
You place a silver coin upon it,
“Second Ranger Battalion,” you say,
“Coin Check.”
The color drains from his face
Fear in his eyes and an ‘Oh **** expression on his face,
He stammers something about being ‘attached’
and having orders for Ranger School once.
Your icy glare tells him that he’d better
**** and **** before he is no longer able to do either.
He throws a $20 onto the table and finds his way to the door.
******* ****
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Rain clouds as far as the eye can see.
Water pouring from the sky, drowning me.
I close my eyes, and shut out the dim, pale light.
I give into my sorrow, my starless night.
My eyes fill with tears, but they are covered up by the rain.
The blood drips from my body, and the water worsens the pain.
The pain shoots through my body, the worst pain I've ever known.
And i let out a scream of terror, the most weakness I've ever known.
I wait for myself to drown beneath the tide.
This time, why even bother to ask why?
I'm so far out to sea not a soul would hear me.
But then i remember, my mind is the sea.
My thoughts enclose me, trapped with no way out.
And then i stop crying, it's already too late, not a thing to cry about.
My eyes slowly close as the world fades away.
This time I'm asleep for good, I will not live to see another day.
A bittersweet smile finally crosses my face.
The muffled "goodbye" and I'm gone without a trace.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
It is far too easy to become as nasty and as evil as our counterparts when they have treated you that way far too long
And it worsens,
As they deny the aftermath of this treatment to you
It's passed down,
Turmoil building turmoil, rolling it up to start the base of a snowman
It causes the destruction of our hearts, distorts our minds, to casually gloss over our eyes
The consequence?
Every generation is weaker than the last
***They think they're unpredictable and rambunctious, but they don't realize,
That this is controlled too***
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
My least favorite feeling,
I now feel all the time;
it has me, nightly, kneeling,
God, I need a place that's mine.
Everywhere I go these days,
I feel out of place; I don't belong.
I've tried living multiple ways,
but everything feels so wrong.
I've tried on different hats,
tried being a different person,
but on all these different tracks,
this feeling only worsens.
No one I know puts me at ease;
no one out there understands;
no one out there disagrees
that I must make my own plans.
If I feel so **** out of place,
then it seems to me I must seek out
my own comfortable space
and find exactly what I'm about.
I keep hoping that I'll fit in,
but that's impossible for me;
I'm unique in my own skin
so a unique place, I'll need to be.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
I am feeling lower than ever before
In my head I hold leaden weights
Think I need professional help
Emotions ignored become hard to navigate
Push down pain a little longer
Numb wounds for awhile
Gulp lumps of uneasiness
Conceal misery with a phony smile
Heart broken and bleeding
Hidden from all who look
I have mastered the art of composure
Face an unreadable book
Quiet night is tense and dim
Begging me to sneak off and play
Think I might cave in this one time
I'm scared I won't be able to get away
Under covers I hide in bed
Hoping I will not be found
By weakness and uncertainty
I lay motionless without sound
Trying to sort my issues
Organization isn't really my thing
Prefer to shove difficult subjects in a box
Lock out of sight so I can avoid the sting
Discovered something dull inside me
I found a tool sharper for out
Condemned the skin once considered home
It is easier to not think about
I'm told intensity only worsens with time
A smile hideously glued
Energetic as dying muscles will allow
Wild heart now meek and subdued
Memories will not depart
Echoes of voices loved then lost
Brighter still, rotating faces
Seasons changing sunlight to frost
My head has become a dark dungeon
Trapped there with my dirtiest sins
Watching mistakes as they rattle rusted bars
Capturing worst thoughts caged within
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
My heart aches
I never knew one person
could make me feel so much pain
My soul breaks
Our relationship worsens
And both of us are to blame
You are my love
My first time
My good morning kisses
My goodnight hugs
My year long love
My first everything
But what am I to you?
Your first ****
Your burden to bear
Your sigh of relief
When I’m not there
Your fat girlfriend
Your ball and chain
You will always be my first love
Yet I’ll never be good enough
So as much as it pains me to say
We need to break up
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
She can be my Juliet, her heart is my prize.
Save me from myself but lead to my demise.
Ill be her Romeo, more or less I suppose.
Ill die for her, if that's the way that it goes.
Our love is forbidden, shunned by our surrounding persons.
But without my girl, the pain only worsens.
So ill take a stab, straight into my beating heart
If it means, in the end, we never see need to part.
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
Your slim figure & stylish cloths,
complement your feminine & **** figure.
The white of your big brown eyes,
complement your pretty white smile.
The fullness of your shiny red lips,
complement your long black & silky hair.
Your long eye lashes & darkened thinned brows,
complement your beautiful skin.
Your soft & ***** voice,
complements your hypnotic .
My heart yearns to save you.
I worry for your very life.
Your perfectly manicured fingernails,
disfigured by the burning, smokey cigarette.
The order of on your cloths & breath
distracts from your flowery perfume.
Your shortness of breath,
accentuates your asthmatic conditions.
Your strong & intermittent coughing.
worsens by your addictive habit.
Your persistent & consistent.
Slowly deteriorating your body from within.
Why can't you stop?
After many visits to the emergency room,
Why can't you stop?
It doesn't make sense!
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
Is it just me?
Or do you feel it to?
That pain in the stomach,
That worsens through and through.
Is it just me?
Or is the world becoming black,
People being disregarded,
As others take up slack.
Is it just me?
Or is the earth now shaking,
From a force that is evil,
That only humans are making.
Is it just me?
Or is the world truly blue,
Not a figment of imagination,
But rather a color and a hue.
Is it just me?
Or is a breath becoming harder,
Taking in more air,
But going no farther.
Is it just me?
Or is a happy world now sad,
A world once filled with hope,
With good now turned bad.
Is it just me?
Or is the world truly changed,
It's not what it was,
And it is no longer famed.
If it's just me,
Then I guess good for you all,
Meaning that the world is more positive than I see,
Characteristics and all.
But if you see it too,
As I think you would,
Remember in this time to do all that you can,
And all that you should.
Perhaps with cooperation in mind,
We may be able to change,
This world that is no longer normal,
But is now the epitome of strange.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
As I spin into the void of nothingness all I desire is your affection,
one touch,
one kiss,
the ecstasy of your skin on mine,
relief is only temporary,
an appetizer to a meal that never comes,
tantalizing, but in the end it only worsens the desire,
I only come to realize that the desire won't be satisfied as I spin into the void of nothingness.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
The screech grows louder
every moment I sit here
listening to the voices in my head
arguing about nonsense.
An hour is as a minute
and the room slowly fades
away until all I'm left with
is that abominable screech
yelling at the raging
voices in my head.
My right eye is bloodshot
and ready to POP
as the pain worsens and the
blood starts leaking out
and all I want to do is go home.
Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
day 1
My period came, god no the cramps
day 2
Headaches, cramps, voices loud and strong while I am soft and weak
I ran out of pads, pills and any other type of relief
day 3
I'm sick. I'm sneezing, I'm coughing, my headache worsens and I'm still going to school. All of this and my period, it's a wonder how i'm still awake and focusing at all
day 4
My voices don't stop screaming. My period pains last throughout the day. My cold won't stop. I want to stay home, I want to stay asleep, but I can't. Every time I sneeze, blood flows out like the ******* Niagara falls. My headaches don't lessen. Haven't I suffered enough?
day 5
My period finally lessens, I don't even need pads, just pantyliners. My headaches have lessen too. Sadly my voices are still going loud and strong. My cold has reduced just a bit, not much, I'm still sneezing half of my brain out.
day 6
**** **** **** **** **** it all! I don't want to deal with this anymore!!! Just ******* let me sleep. I'm going insane. The cramps **** the cramps! I can barely get out of bed! What the actual **** I though my period was leaving! ****
day 7
period left, sickness is reduced to the occasional cough and sneeze. Voices have quieted down to a loud whisper. Thank god this week is finally over.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
Sitting down in a chair,
In a crowd less room
Dreaming about the past
While experiencing the gloom
I remember our old days
We had our old glaze
Doing things our own ways
Seeing you is one good blaze
But things are different now
The poems I made are gone
You threw it on the go
The time of our love is done
The heartbreak gets stronger
I can't do this any longer
It kills me all over
Because you're gone, forever
I am forever alone
Before we became together
Now I'm sweet FA once again
My heart constantly breaks
I feel melancholic
Because of this nostalgia
I hold on to my sanity
But I lose hope to humanity
In this reality
I am all alone
The girl I knew
Left me on my own
The heartbreak gets harder
The sad story worsens
I die of sadness
For you are gone,
In my life
For our love vanquished
It kills me
It breaks all of me
The heart break destroys
All hope that I were left with
I can't take this anymore
I can't bear this painful love
I no longer can show any resilience
For bitterness takes over me
You will never know
How much grief you gave me
You will never know
How much it hurts
That if ever we meet again
I will not know how to act
For you and you alone
Broke me into pieces
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
We live in a world,
In a reality,
Where everything around us,
Seems to question our mentality.
Where the simplest thing,
Can drive us insane,
Make us lose our mind,
Be happy or live in pain.
We live in a world,
Where girls sit alone at night
Crying and curled,
Because of some social networking site.
We’re a part of a creation,
Where every male feels the need,
To be the alpha,
And fight anyone and everyone to succeed.
We’re part of an existence,
Full of ignorant and arrogant persons,
Where it’s not getting any better,
It only worsens.
We live in a country,
Where anything and everything is considered racism,
Where the smallest thing causes the most drama,
Because something is taken for what it isn’t.
We live in a public,
Where only if you have dark skin,
You can throw the word, ****** around,
A replacement name for women, children and men.
We live in a reality,
Where not remembering what happened the night before,
Is something we consider normal,
Alcohol and drugs have become something we adore.
We live in a society,
Where to get a guy to look at you,
You lose a part of yourself,
To him, someone you thought you knew.
We’re all human beings,
Where *** isn’t something we conceal,
But talk about, like it’s nothing,
Something girls now feel the need to reveal.
We’re part of a human nature,
Where girls think the ticket to one knee,
Is having a baby, to make him stay,
But finding out a child isn’t what you thought it’d be.
We live world wide,
That if our pocket is without a phone,
We feel naked,
But still feel the ghostly vibration tone.
We live within a population,
Where we’re more worried about taking the picture,
Than actually living in the moment,
As we’ve been taught through lecture.
We live in a nation,
Where our country tells us to donate there and there,
Where children are being beaten and starved here,
Tell me, how is that fair?
We live in a world,
Where commercials promote awareness,
When that money alone,
Could make the problem occur less.
We live through life,
Where someone can hide behind a screen,
Sending hate, making fun of, and destroying someone,
Because they’re only being a teen.
We live in a domain,
Where suicide has become a voice,
A decision someone has made,
Because they felt that was the only choice.
We live in a world,
Where society has made us ugly,
A trait we’ve acquired,
But can’t somehow flee.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
slumber
oh how i wish to paint it golden
let me find peace in nothingness
find the missing amity i'm desperate for
slumber
always weeping without it
please come to me soon
i might go mad, keep me from going lunatic
slumber
i slowly fall into your arms
i trust you more than anything else
don't let me lose my wings when i hold your hand
slumber
you hold me even more tight than before
my bones numb and skin blue
quite the hostage, isn't it?
slumber
you ripped my wings off and took me under yours
it felt so much better, goodbye sweet joy
i now am dependent on something that worsens me, but i believe it's for the better.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 8:34 AM UTC
We love illumination.
The unknown is a scary enemy
And imagination only worsens the fright.
The dark is always out to get us
With the terrible monsters it holds.
We beware the bite,
The scratch
That might be the end of the story.
We also fear the empty continuing.
The possibility of the never-ending,
Empty void beyond our sight.
Will we run forever,
Only to see that dark space grow?
Are there no boundaries to this vast void?
We run into the dark with our lantern.
We try to light it all up.
We must know what is out there.
Like the child in the dark forest,
We’re scared and we just want to see.
But it merely grows.
We’ll never see it all.
However, let’s not take the stance of the angry villager
Running towards a monster,
Torch and pitchfork in hand.
Let us be curious instead,
With the demeanor of the small child chasing a butterfly,
Full of wonder.
After all, we are put the children of this vast Universe.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
I woke up to feel the pain in my chest.
It was the middle of the night, but I would not rest.
My eyes struggled to find the light.
But all they saw was the cover of the night.
The pain in my chest worsens, and my eyes fill with tears.
I am left in the darkness, with nothing but fear.
My body shakes and I feel all the pain.
I question myself, am I even sane?
But just as I thought I was crazy as could be.
My lips widen, and i start smiling with glee.
The pain has not left, but my mind has welcomed it.
My body has grown accustom to feeling it bit by bit.
A small chuckle escapes my lips, but my eyes are red.
I am crying nonstop and I feel broken... Dead.
The pain in my chest only seems to grow.
Like a stone being throw, to and fro.
My body quivers as I feel my blackened soul.
So dark and hurt, long since turned to coal.
My bloodshot eyes slowly begin to shut.
Sadly when I awake, I will still be in this rut.
All I can do for myself is grieve and grieve.
Because there is a stone in my heart... And it will never leave.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC