Depress Poems

Depress poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of depress poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on depress are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Dreams- A Depressing Path

Dreams  A Depressing Path short poem

‘O my Lord! Where are you? On an old portrait my eyes are glued. My happy days running far and far, Now the times I’m confronting are hard. From so many years, my dreams stood And I have traveled as

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Earthquake Within And Without

Earthquake Within And Without prose poem

Terrifying it was When sun completed half of its routine journey A tremor overpowered unexpectedly We heard about earthquake but never experienced before It remained though minutes but disasters unheard streaked Like wave of thunder light Almost all came out

Adultery

Adultery short poem

begins from heart with what eye sees, and what ear hears, passion it creates, unquenchable emotion it turns on; hunger and thirst- it creates between lovers. adultery-forbidden fruit- it lays on table, poison-it presents as dessert, aroma of death, it

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To My Sister

To My Sister long poem

We have not got a lot of memories that are fond Do not share the norms of a family bond Lacking shared memories seen as fond Of times that we were happy for once Tied by blood, shared a home,

Having To Live Without Him

Having To Live Without Him long poem

I have a feeling I cannot resist. I feel as if there is an angel in our midst. What will he do and say? Will he make himself known today? Many a prayer I have spoken. I told the Lord

Source Of Delight

Source Of Delight short poem

My love you are like a kite in the sky Which but dances with the soft wind My heart is in all your colors to fly Now it is not possible for me to rescind Force of love takes us

Infinity

Infinity short poem

Drowning in my blood the vampire had the lapse of consciousness. I embraced the night without moon. Why does it happen day in and day out? You allowed the blood sucking which was the choice for unanswering of unpleasent questions.

Ash Wednesday 2018

Ash Wednesday 2018 elegy

Ash Wednesday 2018 “I always buy The Big Issue in London because round our way, it’s a load of Romanians. I say, you should look after Your own first”. The ash-smudge as fresh on her forehead as a virgin, painted

The empty room

The empty room prose poem

He sat on the floor of his old room, his back Against the wall – everything was gone And the room said nothing though it had heard everything He’d ever said or thought, declared or mumbled under his breath The

Roots

Roots short poem

It was a beautiful day after the storm. Fever was rising in branches. Severed moons on road started listening to explosive-laden snow. I went for the jugular. Why poisoned goats were set free for the cougars? Existence was a positive

The Other Woman

The Other Woman short poem

I am the other woman in your life Others may say I am that another woman in your life You dedicated your name, your fame and your life to the one you married, to your loving wife She came early

A Soul In Different Figures

A Soul In Different Figures long poem

In pretence they came , They promised to pay your ransom. They lured you to their tent, With their mouth full of bitter honey. They are lions in the heart , In physique they are sheep. On getting to their

Seclusion!

Seclusion! short poem

The weakened light Accustomed to patterns of darkness I saw the lie becoming Taking it all for granted The vows broken are many Something I lost forever now You left along the way Now there is no conclusion Indifference consumes

Grief

Grief short poem

Let the mourner be Let the grief burst forth overflow the barricades snap the cords asunder rise from the depths of the Being Let the mourner be Let him throw open the floodgates of sorrow weeping is but natural for

Darkness

Darkness short poem

These days I feel The darkness of the night sky is better to survive than the light of the brightest star. I can feel a change within myself, I am drawn towards the dark more often it gives me immense

Sathya Sai is the Salvation

Sathya Sai is the Salvation short poem

When your mind has lost peace When you have lost your place When you are unable to save your face When you fail to keep pace When health becomes a problem When you are hunted by the emblem When you

What Is Love?

What Is Love? prose poem

Why do we feel love? Do we even know what loves is? How do know when we’re in love? Does anyone really know? Songs have been sung about love for thousands of years. Stories, poems, books and movies flood our

The Ranger’s Grave

The Rangers Grave short poem

My tomb is spread with bear’s garlic I was once a scourge of smoke the margins of the forest are lined with sharpest light city folk shriek and bleed my sepulcher is a woven oval ancient beeches clutching shoulders crooks

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea prose poem

From my pristine homeland I set out on an adventure spree Carving my own trajectory along Heading towards the fathomless sea . Having left behind the comfort of home I’m conscious of the hardships ahead Knowing well, there’ll be hurdles

What To Do?

What To Do? short poem

I was driving home. I was almost there, about to exit the ring road. When a small red car, driven by a woman with short dark hair started spewing dark smoke from all orifices. She slowed and pulled over onto

The Antidote

The Antidote short poem

Hail the messiah of the downtrodden soldiers of the heart and mind, Grief, chaos, anger and their friends need some counselling. So the Superman arrives with tickling serpentine fingers and darty snooker eyeballs; The cavalry of shenanigans on his nosey,

Some things

Some things short poem

There are so many things that happen, Some things are too subtle And some too apparent. Some, however insignificant, bring immense joy And some, no matter how big, make us cry Small gestures Simple words And great pleasures Silences that

Taper

Taper prose poem

It’s not it It’s the feeling would you help me, stop, would you help me, stop, would you help me, stop, open parenthesis every album I hear makes me want more close parenthesis, stop can you feel it too or

I Still Matter

I Still Matter short poem

My looks are nothing special, My face reveals my age. My body shows some wear and tear, And my energy’s not the same. Too often my memory fails me, And I lose things all the time. One minute I know

Happiness Happened With You

Happiness Happened With You short poem

I knew that look in your eyes that you gave me, Because I’d felt it in mine. It was a look that said we weren’t unrequited. It was a look that set me free. Like always you’d proved, not promised,

Moving On

Moving On short poem

We are here. Of that there seems little doubt. Why, or how there seems much doubt. Some say it’s due to the divine. That, to me seems like a punt. Humans have always used gods/god to explain the unexplainable. Gods

Understanding Dad

Understanding Dad short poem

It took until I was a mature man for me to understand your ways, actions I didn’t respect you when you were alive because I was blindly following my own ego, narcissism But now as I sit and ponder the

Singing Woods

Singing Woods short poem

Walking out of the body I was drowned, accepted and condoned by depth of sorrow. A wide circle of testosterone giving pardon to a sin becomes sexless. You were overwhelmed by the missed beats. Your prosaic crime of not fathering

Dewdrops And The Truth

Dewdrops And The Truth short poem

Only a few can understand the melancholy of the Moon That shines different and lonely among countless stars But the flowers are always sad in the sunrise, sprinkled with tears After listening all the painful secrets. On this huge chaos

Oh My Love

Oh My Love short poem

Oh my love, Thank you for bringing me this precious gift, Life without you my love, Will be nearly impossible, I rather stare death right in the face, Than losing you for more than one second my love, I feel

In The After Life

In The After Life short poem

Abandoned by life he lies there At the North West corner of a manor Far from being alive, he gasps slowly. His eyes are weary and can’t face the sun There is no sweat, but a rotten smell lingers. He

Slow down

Slow down short poem

The things you do when there is nothing Hungry bellies looking to excel Young minds spending their time bluffing and how the stories tell Pure with gracious words and subtle movements Grabbing eyes and thoughts the same Never staying in

Aftertaste

Aftertaste short poem

That targeted sleep will not come at once in the tamed night. A shifted pain lifts the irretrievable word shamed at edge. The godwings weave the rhyme of flight for the wedding of death. You are born again in sleep

Glorified Discreetly

Glorified Discreetly short poem

Living on margin he was deceived again. A grasshopper was perched on door shedding green pigment. Granary was empty and he was, worried about the health of nation. Glare and splendor always hurt his eyes. In the name of prosperity,

O My Valentine

O My Valentine long poem

O my Valentine….a sound with pleasant smile For the sad faces It seems like exile Having a relish love They look like a dove Taste you too…. Nothing I can do That’s so peculiar That’s so unfamiliar Except you, nothing

Rise To The Occasion

Rise To The Occasion short poem

When people like troubled flock, From next door or around the block, Come crashing on the rocks When hard times come Flashing alarms on their clocks, But their opportunity doesn’t knock Will you be there for them, to confide? Or

The Dream

The Dream prose poem

I was walking on the beach I saw her approaching me all alone I stood silent when she stared at me I was bewildered when she smiled at me I was speechless when she said “hello” to me I was dumbstruck

Testimony

Testimony long poem

I write from the soul Yeah I am the corner stone They disowned A lion with an elephant’s heart, so misunderstood Whatever pain life brought I withstood So I am dressed up looking real photogenic It’s not schizophrenic I am authentic

I Have Found Heaven

I Have Found Heaven short poem

As I’ve opened my eyes I see you standing by my side Your innocent face smiling at me Like you always used to smile This has cost me a lot yet It was like hundred miles to travel Now that

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with