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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Wake Me Up, At Another Dawn

Wake Me Up, At Another Dawn short poem

Wake me up, at another dawn, When love rises high, and all miseries are gone. Wake me up, at another dawn, When justice meets mankind at the new horizon. Wake me up, when there are smiles… Not forced upon, but

You Were

You Were short poem

You were my best friend, But all you did was pretend. You said that you’d always be there- But when I needed you the most, you were nowhere! Just know that if you ever come running back to me, You

Borrowed Dreams

Borrowed Dreams long poem

I lost my imagination in the modern customs of today I went to sleep one evening, awoke to a place where I just can’t stay Guile and avarice, greed, immorality and deceptive practice Melted tight with corruption, self-indulgence a twisted-knotted

Unknown

Unknown short poem

Your intimidating eyes Encapsulates the skies Of thunder and hailstorm yet you are so warm.. Those hairs leaning down when no one’s around carelessly kissing your forehead As if something has been left unsaid!!! Ohh..Look at your mole On the

If Together We Were

If Together We Were short poem

If together we were.. We could love, we could fight, We could try to make things right. When I were wrong, you could keep hold I could care for you, as we grow old. Holding our hands we could go

While You Sit Quiet…

While You Sit Quiet... short poem

While you sit quiet and stare, I look into your eyes And I see why it is worth paying the price The price of being hurt and down Breathing through all the coldness your heart has blown Though you tirelessly

Longing

Longing short poem

Oh God I don’t believe you for irretrievable sins in me. My grandchild was asking why did you have to go? I had no answer. My eyes were damp. Okay, cannot hold you grandpa, will you come again? I was

Misty Morning

Misty Morning short poem

I love the misty mornings, Lord The days when I can’t see Beyond the garden’s leafy edge And things that bother me I love a world so small and snug A gentle cocoon shroud Where all I touch is soft

Free Flight

Free Flight prose poem

I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that

The Toasted Man

The Toasted Man prose poem

10 am Saturday His legs take turns,  propelling him through clouded crystalline barriers, Inky black thoughts clasped in his left hand. The toasted man takes his place among the Meager masses on his chafing pleather throne 240 seconds, a cup

Born To Struggle!

Born To Struggle! ode

conception announced, nine months tenancy begins, pregnancy troubles follow, delivery is here, three-year weaning gone by very fast. hurray! pre-k education is here, elementary school is over, middle and high schools completed, prom seal received, legal age-eighteen- creates buzz and

Goodbye

Goodbye prose poem

Can anybody say Who is he or she? Son or daughter of someone, Brother or sister of someone, Friend or enemy of someone, Spouse of someone, Father or mother of someone, Servant or master of someone. Is it the real

Identically

Identically short poem

The town was fissured. It does not listen to me that moribund heart, now. The biome was ready to set on fire all the smiles. No person of god will lead the prayers to grave. Let the dust meet the

The Resonating Voice Of Pain Inside

The Resonating Voice Of Pain Inside long poem

Have you felt nauseous that you want to vomit out yourself? So tense that your muscles find it difficult staying in one piece? So worthless that you wanted to die? Well, I have and I can tell you that it

In Front Of Our Eyes

In Front Of Our Eyes prose poem

It’s happening right in front of our eyes. We who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most

If Only My Dog Could Tallk

If Only My Dog Could Tallk short poem

Yippeeee it’s time to go for a walk, I was beginning to think my person forgot, It seems like a week since she last took me out, I hope she will let me run all about. Ooooh I might see

Faithless Hands

Faithless Hands short poem

There were subtle declines, still I opted for incompleteness. A fierce battle was raging. I think to start my descent in roofless castle of mania to watch the self-destruction of a landscape. Thousands were squatting on mud tracks. till the

Love Light

Love Light short poem

Beauty and love go side by side On an intoxicated charming ride The tide spreads far and wide Then how the fragrance one can hide Beauty pierces like a ray, like a laser Love touches beauty and becomes chaser By

Anger

Anger short poem

The wrenching and tugging in my chest The anger rips at my core Surrounded by annoyance and noise Agitation drips from every pore The slightest thing I bend I snap My demon side revealed As the anger courses through my

Twisted

Twisted short poem

Thoughts amplify intense feelings deep within the soul They twist your stomach into knots, leaves you whining to delights of devilish delusions. An unaltered disposition supremely preposterous based upon familial suppositions induced from repetition. Lingering beyond temptations within confines ludicrously

The Father I Know

The Father I Know short poem

Where’s the father I used to know, The one who cared for me, The one I could turn to, The one that would not hurt me, Where’s the father I used to know, The one that would dry me eyes,

The Second Monthe

The Second Monthe short poem

Our ancient timeless land is in the Southern Hemisphere, so it is now our summer time. Childhood memories of golden days, long beach walks and calm balmy nights are alive and very well. They are shining days full of happiness

Missing Mississippi

Missing Mississippi prose poem

Sunny sweaty days you gave to me. Hot and humid nights you fed to me. Your dark and scary clouds frightened me. Your thunder rolls and flashing lightning startled me. With heavy rains you flooded the land. Your tornadoes blew

Hot Noon In Lucknow

Hot Noon In Lucknow short poem

I used to envisage in my childhood To stay in a place where, There is neither hot nor cold. And, my dream came true When I got a job in Bangalore I stayed there for a half decade I loved

Love Me Too

Love Me Too short poem

I love you I only say it because it’s true Why it is I don’t have a clue Instinctively no doubt I just do Given no choice my love grew A picture perfect painting I drew It may be overdrawn

All The Empty Hands

All The Empty Hands short poem

To catch himself, he jumped into fish pond becoming opaque between silk and lethal crotch. Milk of silence started flowing from earth’s breast. His name was a flower, who was a blind witness of the love for a moon, which plunged

Bonita

Bonita ballad

I remember the night you walked in, in your heels Your stilettos echoed and your red skirt jittered Your moves were strong and you did not keel They thought it was your Ouzo, and the crowd nattered As I dowsed

Goodbye My Love

Goodbye My Love short poem

Yesterday I was looking for you But you didn’t show I wanted to say sorry But you just said no So I tried to get you to understand And you said just go At that point I wanted to show

The Secret Beneath

The Secret Beneath short poem

Ever gazed my eyes, to look, as grabbing as a hook. The secret beneath, what lies are vast silence and cries… Happiness always remained there, as a mask but you never dared to ask. Ever seen my face to see,

Turning Point

Turning Point long poem

I look at my body and still can’t believe, How did I manage to do this to me, How could I ever stand such pain, When I harmed myself time and again. I wanted to scream and I wanted to

Not Yet My Time

Not Yet My Time long poem

Death: the most natural And common event in the universe, Yet forsakes us all perplexed. To begin means to end, And to end means to begin— To whatever comes next. I know not, and will not Know of what is

Old Bald Man Blues

Old Bald Man Blues short poem

I want the hair of that Latino boy long in front and swept up an etched obsidian wing to hell with the rest of him slumped, slack, waiting for school day’s start listening with his eyebrows independent as two plump

This Is Not What I Was Expecting

This Is Not What I Was Expecting short poem

This is not what I was expecting Definitely not you. A girl of few words Yet so free, she didn’t need me But she let me into her world. She let me see her favourite place, her favourite people, and

Disconnect

Disconnect short poem

Life just keeps ticking on sans any rancor so to say On face all seems perfect with core in utter dismay Apathy tried attempting and walls I built around Now jab at susceptibility my old despair compound Past zest needs

Dancing On Leash

Dancing On Leash short poem

It was a failed attempt to employ the eternity for breathing. Iris, I cannot find the moon behind the rainbow, when I was throwing petals at your feet. O, white truce of anemone, why phosphrous was given up at the

Journey To Grave

Journey To Grave short poem

I feel eternal and immortal as I don’t realise it is my breath which is keeping me alive I am not bothered to know every breath that I am taking is leading me into my grave Upon Good I feel

Dawn And Dusk

Dawn And Dusk short poem

Dawn Every time I think to take rest forever, Every time you come, To wake me up, To give purpose to my path. Dusk You are not the only one at spot, Even I need to grow adjunct to absolution,