Depressing Poems

Depressing poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of depressing poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on depressing 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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The Twist, She Is Me.

The Twist, She Is Me. long poem

As she looks back it’s been, the same situation but a different cause. Sitting in her room, in the corner with a knife. She knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right…. The next thing she is watching

Poems containing references to : Depressing

8 Am

8 Am short poem

It was about 8 am. I was just walking. The weather was freezing, I remember, but it was a lovely day. And I was just walking. And the trees looked sad. And the grass seemed blue. Kind of a depressing

I Am Not Gone

I Am Not Gone long poem

One night all alone in my room When all things in my life doomed Sitting restlessly at the window, I looked at the moon For that time I forgot about my wounds. Wounds which all have made to my heart

I love

I love short poem

I love.. The early sounds of  dawn. The twitter of birds and the sound of Silence too – as calm and blissful peace they bring. ​ I love.. Fresh jasmine flowers A walk on wet green grass The crimson in the sky with birds

Failing Artist/Writer

Failing Artist/Writer long poem

Has failure accepted me Or have I accepted it? I have written and painted, But have slid a bit. My paintings gain dust In my quiet studio, The poetry contest? I still do not know. I do not wish to

Madness?

Madness? long poem

Is it madness to want to speak to and smile at the people we meet on the streets, as we pass each other, our eyes to the ground, complaining on tired achy feet. Is it madness for our children to

Winter Is Setting In

Winter Is Setting In short poem

Did you see the leaves fall, the clutter on the roads; all the shades of brown and yellow – the winter would be long this year. I don’t dread the cold, nor do I fear the depressing mornings, brooding afternoons

They Were Like Soul Mates…. I Miss Them

They Were Like Soul Mates…. I Miss Them elegy

They have always been together Holding close, that fondness for each other Be it for a soapy shower And drying themselves on a blower Or resting as and when in their Box- bed Like some lovebirds newly wed Life for

Sinful Lust

Sinful Lust short poem

The troublesome soul is locked away and out of control. The unforgiving lies drive you to a loose depressing pride. The weirdness of lust is being swept like dust. The spinning of the head is driving you crazy damn is

Depression Sucks

Depression Sucks long poem

My Childhood Was Depressing, I am talking about dolphins with no water depressing, fishes with no fins depressing, candy with no flavor depressing, I mean so depressing that I grew up wondering if happiness ever existed in this place we

The Overworked Schoolboy’s Lament

The Overworked Schoolboy’s Lament short poem

I tire of the feelings of dread That envelop my heart every day. The dread, and the hopelessness, That fuels this necessary evil of life. Analysis, thinking, computation, Makes my brain overheat Like an outdated machine under pressure. But still

Winter Rose

Winter Rose long poem

Here comes the snow again some people love it, I hate it I’m more of a Summer kinda guy it’s much too depressing to me being coped up inside looking out my frost covered windows and seeing no sun up

Never Mind

Never Mind short poem

Never mind He’s a cool cat, as a matter of fact And there ain’t no doubting how you feel about that. Whilst I am just a pig wallowing in the mud And I will never be good enough. She is

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They Were Happiness.

They Were Happiness. short poem

Their smiles were endearing, amongst the grays of life; Like a pinch of salt, Beauty sprayed their hall! They all laughed & laughed & laughed with their bellies arched, How capturing it must have been so many hearts pumping clean.

Train of Conscience

Train of Conscience short poem

My conscience , it travels through the sky , to the music of life. Where dolphins swim in the sands of time, My risk floats, my desires fly high , as I sit on the clouds of my dreams, and

Mourning

Mourning short poem

I keep my eyes searching for the light under the shade. Hear that? It bellows like the clock. “Come to me,” “It is time.” Please understand that I can’t enter this grotto alone. My experiences seem so few. You can’t

Asia At The Edge

Asia At The Edge short poem

I wished a solitary temptation, to write off karma and become responsible for the spattered blood. You were generating hatred, Asia, in the land of Buddha. I can hear the glaciers receding. Answerable to belonging, the change of generations, makes

The Lady Of Sorrows

The Lady Of Sorrows ballad

I was traveling so fast Trying to reach end of the light Going faster than shooting star I wanna reach in to my self The one I left behind Praying in heaven’s name to clear up my mind All I

I Look To You

I Look To You long poem

I look to you in Autumn’s merge with the climax of love for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees I look to you in the quaint forest all alone with the howling of owls in the distance through

Dust Grafted

Dust Grafted short poem

Fractious smokescreen between celestial reflection and contempt floats on a shaken rug. You cannot stand still incognito. The indictment stinks for the impoverished vicitims who make history through to the bones. Grappling after theft, interstitial existence falls like glass pieces

Labyrinth

Labyrinth long poem

Well and there is danger Around every corner you turn Trials and tribulations Like a Ferris wheel turns Many dark entities just waiting To devour you and drag You down to the great depths Of hell where it may take

One Day

One Day short poem

The day will come, When there will be no more Racism. I hope this day come soon, because I’m sick of being discriminated. It’s like because of my skin color I’m automatically hated. The color of my skin doesn’t define

Noise Of Pain

Noise Of Pain short poem

My world is so silent of joy now, heartbreaking so, my phone no longer pings with your words of love princess. I hear nothing but the streaming of my tears and the echo of your voice in my head. I

Oh Peace!

Oh Peace! short poem

No, I can’t see you. I can feel the absence, And the absence is dark. Now, you aren’t addressed. Love calls the souls, But loses your appearance. You are blurred. You now desert. Heart, mind, soul- They are out of

From Maine To Louisiana

From Maine To Louisiana short poem

Callan sleepwalks the screenporch accompanied by the wind (which tugs her cream chemise in fitful jinks) and her improbable Polish last name its consonant-rich taunt sunk into her psyche like some cypress splinter so long imbedded it has gone past

I Will Wait For You

I Will Wait For You short poem

Near to the equator far from the pole , I will wait for you .. till i reach the goal . From the stars to the milkiway I will wait for you.. till i find your way. Near to the

Addition – Life Through Others

Addition   Life Through Others short poem

Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution

Why Little Girl Screams – Manchester Bomb Blast

Why Little Girl Screams   Manchester Bomb Blast prose poem

An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside her face seems very candid and expressions look naïve, but nobody knows the cause of her sadness and and no one can ever feel the hidden wounds inside her heart Why

Unknown Journey

Unknown Journey short poem

Oh traveller , beware you are moving in darkness light your mind’s light to tread along the path You be aware that you encounter mostly darkness in your life’s journey, the fear of going astray is sure to engulf your

Came The Moths

Came The Moths long poem

The moths came in pitch darkness of that night towards the flickering flame of the candle I lit to cry all night to relive, from pain of stings inflicted by thousands of wasps, the yellow banded ones, wild and ferocious, the

Sui Generis

Sui Generis short poem

Looting after the earthquake: I have wrecked myself on my own terms. Bringing down the edifice of human cult, the man has come in the spin of richtor scale. Why does a crisis tears up the mask and animal comes

Books Of Novel

Books Of Novel prose poem

Books of novel are tetra-packs. Fruits of society are manually picked up crushed, mixed in neat proportions and sealed to make fresh fruit juice. Goodwill achieved by the presenters put wings to the packages. It’s a different world in the

Who Cares

Who Cares long poem

You look at me like I give a damn, I’m so sorry to disappoint, I think you forget just who I am, Quite frankly I don’t see the point. Why can’t you see I really don’t care, If you stay

The Garden

The Garden prose poem

Just before I went strolling through Eden in the early morning dew, The owner of a most beautiful garden gave me a list of things to do First on the list were all types of animals that I was suppose

I am not weak

I am not weak short poem

I won’t have company of people who expect I will not expect myself I could treat people like dirt Or I could choose otherwise I could cherish a few relations I choose Or I could decide to be all alone

Unromantic Circumstances

Unromantic Circumstances short poem

Situation of inflation. Betrayal saturates your current fate. Destiny can no longer wait. Your enemies deceive and hate. Objectify a small white lie. An unanswered why. People and things fall apart. Torn in half with broken hearts. Salvage pieces to

Distance

Distance short poem

You are the spark in my darkest day And that pull when I wish to walk away Days without you are so much inutile And the Nights remains in exile These wind often whistle your name Let the world change,

The Year Of The Departing Artist

The Year Of The Departing Artist elegy

Among my Father’s gifts that keep giving I see less and less of the living. I find art that will never, be given to us again ever. Blue plaques and statues confirm their passage. Blues and bad news can’t hide

To My Muse

To My Muse short poem

You bloom in my heart like a beautiful rose in summer. You cherish my spirit and give me the sense of delight. Your innermost dreams and incredibly zany desires Are so fantastic and bright. Your radiant smile is wonderful, gorgeous,

Feel Yourself Today, Loved Tonight

Feel Yourself Today, Loved Tonight short poem

Whenever your eyes bleeds in tears, come to me without any dread fears. My arms are open and eyes closed, hug me to your heart and feel embraced. When your bleeding tears in my eyes shine your pains that you