Discouragement is simply the despair of wounded self-love.
quote by François Fénelon
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But Don't Despair
Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.
But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!
So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Is encouragement what the poet needs? Open question. Maybe he needs discouragement. In fact, quite a few of them need more discouragement, the most discouragement possible.
quote by Robert Fitzgerald
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Despair Of The Early Morning
DESPAIR OF THE EARLY MORNING
Despair of the early morning
Despair of the darkness
Despair of the Despair
Despair of Old Age
Despair of the road closed
Despair of nothing to do
Despair of nowhere to go
Despair of endless errands
Despair of money running out
Despair of the message of Despair
One transmits to those one loves.
Despair that has to be resisted
Despair that the light of the day
Will help me overcome
Despair I will pray my way out of
Despair I will in the course of the day
Sometime overcome.
Not the great Despair
The unending Despair
The final Despair.
The small Despair of who I am and where I am now.
The Despair that still can be resisted,
By the writing of a few awkward lines
Early in the morning.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Trouble has no necessary connection with discouragement. Discouragement has a germ of its own, as different from trouble as arthritis is different from a stiff joint.
quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Despair Is Darkness
DESPAIR IS DARKNESS
Despair is darkness-
Despair is death inside and death in the world and death in one’s own sad soul-
Despair is no way out -
Despair is the place where one is forever stuck -
Despair is the realization that one has done what one could – and one is not going anywhere else-
Despair is the admission of failure-
Despair is no sign of help anywhere around-
Despair is so much lost-
Despair is one‘s life is over-
Despair is regret-
Despair is the sense that one will never have the time to have another chance -
Despair is ‘it’s finished’-
Despair is no way out-
Despair is going down and more down and more dark and more afraid all the time -
Despair is the scream which hurts and does not stop the hurting -
Despair is the understanding that even Death will not save one -
Despair is that the pain will never end-not even with death.
Despair is no way out again and again and again- without end.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Wounded
Well theres a whole lot of hurting being going on
Well Ive been wounded, wounded, wounded
This aint no way to be carrying on
You see me wounded, wounded, wounded
Im taken like a stone
That youve thrown in the deep blue sea
Giving me the scars that will never heal
Wounded, wounded, wounded
I remember the day when you came up to me
Almost breaking on your knees
Said you needed me more than anything else
You really took me in
But itd make you feel good to know
Id do anything you say
Well forget that line cause I aint gonna play
Wounded, wounded, wounded
I remember the day when you came up to me
Almost breaking on your knees
Said you needed me more than anything else
You really took me in
But itd make you feel good to know
Id do anything you say
Well forget that line cause I aint gonna play
Wounded, wounded, wounded
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Loves Grace
So close to gone
simply without warning
I was lost in myself
looking for peace
in my pools of despair
I should have known
to simply turn
to the love in my life
you are always there
I’ve finally found
True desire
to love and hold
you for the rest of my life
I’m burdened with grief
of knowing your love
went unanswered so long
I only wish
that I would have realized
what should be done
But now it’s done
and the past is the past
I only wish
for your true happiness
be it with me
or someone else
true love will find those
who are destined for its grace
poem by Jr. plumhoff
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Is There For This Morning/ Some Small Word
IS THERE THIS MORNING/ SOME SMALL WORD
Is there for this morning
Some small word
That will take me away
From discouragement and despair?
Which will make me feel hope again?
I don’t know-
I try now
The sunlight outside beckons
Perhaps once I am walking
The feeling will change-
Oh how hard it is day after day
Beginning in one’s own dark thoughts
And having to find the way, whatever way, out of them-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is Simply Love for the Feast of Valentine
There is no black love
For the feast of Valentino
There is simply: LOVE.
There is no white love
In the cappuccino
There is simply: LOVE.
Coffee will always be black
Milk is sometimes white
And chocolate on occasion brown.
Mix all three and the ending product
Is just kaleidoscopically divine
Out of this world, almost perfect.
Love has a great mind
That’s why he or she is blind
This is something that is hard to find.
Love has no color
Love has simply great flavor
And great taste like a classic wine.
There is no Negro love
No Caucasian love
And no Hispanic love.
There is simply: LOVE.
poem by Hebert Logerie (February 2012)
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Despair
When hope absconds, with will of one's own heart,
And sleep becomes a stranger to the eyes,
Discouragement precludes any new start,
At love that, sometimes, lacking reason, dies;
As misty air dampens each passing day,
The bubbling spring water, can taste like brine,
No more rainbows showing on skies so grey,
As gourmands fail to lure this soul to dine;
But how could love, or lack thereof, undo
What mind perceives, and what the senses feel,
Are books we've read in our dear schools untrue,
And our psyche, just make-ups we can peel?
........What's this thing, despair, that exerts its hold,
........On hearts and minds, to always act as told?
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Love me!
Love me!
You who has nocked the doors of my wounded heart
Love me!
For your sake I believed in love once again
Love me!
O, man who has conviced me that the men also cry
I Say,
I love you
And I know you're sinking for her love
I ask you!
Love me!
And I know that your heart on the path of her love is a martyr
I say!
Love me!
And I know that your heart from the ache of her love is bleeding
You the man who, does not sleep,
Yet, does not wake up
Until he takes his pen and
Immerses it in his own blood,
To write on the pages of his wounded heart
The pain of his love every single day
To start his day,
over and over again
Everyday!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Ode to Love
Ode to love
for it is what keeps us going.
Ode to the people that love you.
Without them, life isn't worthwhile.
Ode to people who lost their lives to love
for they might have simply tried to give
while sadness and despair took.
poem by Tyler Yarnelli
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i Love You In The Morning
I love you in the morning
I love you in the night
I love you when I see you
I love you when you are out of sight
I love you when it's raining
I love you when it's dry
I love you when you're laughing
I love you when you cry
I love you in the winter
I love you in the spring
I love you you're humming
I love you when you sing
I love you when you kiss me
I love you more than more
I love you a million simply every single day
I love you so much I simply can't keep up the score
poem by Ken e Hall
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Scrutinized Under Spotlight
Living to contribute,
Often becomes a discouragement...
To those who are needlessly offended,
By the publicity given to their activities.
Many people are raised to believe,
The only reason they are here...
Is to eat, receive and to deceive.
And the ones not fitting these qualities,
Are highly suspected for seeking attention...
Until they are relieved,
From the giving of themselves willfully.
And at most times without compensation...
Suggested or received,
As a token of sincere acknowledgement.
Living to contribute,
Often becomes a discouragement...
To those who are needlessly offended,
By the publicity given to their activities.
And to be scrutinized under spotlight...
Is not the ambition of one of good deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Despair Comes And Goes
My Despair comes and goes
It is not the ultimate despair,
The despair of those who have forever lost hope
The despair of those who have lost what they never will regain
The despair of those for whom there is no way out
No way to begin again
No hope in any way forever
My Despair comes and goes
It is a small Despair compared to many others
When I am in it of course
I believe it like theirs Hopeless forever hopeless
But then a new day begins,
Or a friendly voice says a friendly word
Or something good and positive happens
Or the weather changes
Or some hurt goes away
Some sign comes
And slowly slowly
I am not there anymore.
My Despair comes and goes
It is not the worst Despair
Not yet-
Yesterday I was in Despair
Today I am almost already not
I pray my writing this
Will help some despairing reader feel
They too will hope again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Trusting Your Soul
My dreams have set sail for you,
Don’t sink them like a wounded ship
Disappearing into the ocean of despair,
You know that I care, that I desire
To live my life entangled in your hair,
Mesmerized by love floating in soft clouds
With a child-like heart trusting your soul implicitly!
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Not only is our love for our children sometimes tinged with annoyance, discouragement, and disappointment, the same is true for the love our children feel for us.
quote by Bruno Bettelheim
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Want of happiness
Unless I myself love you,
I cannot love you
Simply because you love me.
Unless you yourself love me,
You cannot love me
Simply because I love you.
Even if we love each other,
It cannot be expected
To be exclusive to us.
With the scenario as these,
We live in search of happiness.
It is a wrong notion to think
That we are born to be ever happy.
04.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Wounded Wind
the wounded wind
spirited messages
she does send
disturb not the bark of this tree
ancient soul
it does speak to me
disturb not the pureness of this stream
trickling tears
it does haunt my dreams
the wounded wind sighs
ghostly shadows still dance before her eyes
the wounded wind cries
like the coyote who splits the silence of night howling at the moon
Warning, the wrath of the wounded wind will be upon us soon
poem by by unknown author
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Ex-Whore
I'm a miserably predictable
Broken, sticked-up doll.
My dress is torn, my hair matted
And one arm dangles at my side.
My wounded pride, my wounded pride.
I used to be pretty, you know
Before I got so old, before I became disposable.
They used to look at me and smile
I was theirs for a while.
My wounded pride, my wounded pride.
Too old for the job,
No one pays to keep a rag.
I'm a doll, a broken doll,
Wishing I didn't fall.
poem by Ana Podarevska
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