Depression
Despondency fills what is not there
Elusive happiness, happy one can not be
Pulsating pain, death doth dare
Ruining my soul, my soul in me
Exuding somber heat into my face
Shriveled from sadness most burning wrath
Sorrowful with no love to grace
In a rue, a doleful path
Odious, ominous, the worst yet to come
Never ending depression, to thee I succumb.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Happiness Stolen...
Be not depressed. Depression, is the thief of happiness.
Like all thieves', he must be combated and defeated.
Like all thieves', depression must be fought with great
vigor and resolve.
Depression, the dark cloak of reason, that blocks most
rational thought and any chance of happiness.
Depression, an emotional straight jacket, confining the
depressed to an infusion of negativity and haplessness.
Depression, withdrawal of social
interaction and an elongated state of sadness.
Depression, a disease that like a
cancer, eats away at your very being.
Depression, a desperate battle between
living...and merely existing.
Depression, an enemy, that one must seek help
to do battle with.
Do not stand ideally by, for depression,
will steal your very soul.
The enemies of depression, are social interaction, happiness, love, understanding and seeking medication or help in some form. DO IT!
Thief Of Happiness
Be not depressed. Depression, is the thief of happiness.
Like all thieves', he must be combated and defeated.
Like all thieves', depression must be fought with great
vigor and resolve.
Depression, the dark cloak of reason, that blocks most
rational thought and any chance of happiness.
Depression, an emotional straight jacket, confining the
depressed to an infusion of negativity and haplessness.
Depression, withdrawal of social
interaction and an elongated state of sadness.
Depression, a disease that like a
cancer, eats away at your very being.
Depression, a desperate battle between
living...and merely existing.
Depression, an enemy, that one must seek help
to do battle with.
Do not stand ideally by, for depression,
will steal your very soul.
The enemies of depression, are social interaction, happiness, love, understanding and seeking medication or help in some form. DO IT!
The Danger Of Depression
Be not depressed. Depression, is the thief of happiness.
Like all thieves', he must be combated and defeated.
Like all thieves', depression must be fought with great
vigor and resolve.
Depression, the dark cloak of reason, that blocks most
rational thought and any chance of happiness.
Depression, an emotional straight jacket, confining the
depressed to an infusion of negativity and haplessness.
Depression, withdrawal of social
interaction and an elongated state of sadness.
Depression, a disease that like a
cancer, eats away at your very being.
Depression, a desperate battle between
living...and merely existing.
Depression, an enemy, that one must seek help
to do battle with.
Do not stand ideally by, for depression,
will steal your very soul.
The enemies of depression, are social
interaction, happiness, love, understanding
and seeking medication or help in some form.
DO IT!
Stealing Your Joy...
Be not depressed. Depression, is the thief of happiness.
Like all thieves', he must be combated and defeated.
Like all thieves', depression must be fought with great
vigor and resolve.
Depression, the dark cloak of reason, that blocks most
rational thought and any chance of happiness.
Depression, an emotional straight jacket, confining the
depressed to an infusion of negativity and haplessness.
Depression, withdrawal of social
interaction and an elongated state of sadness.
Depression, a disease that like a
cancer, eats away at your very being.
Depression, a desperate battle between
living...and merely existing.
Depression, an enemy, that one must seek help
to do battle with.
Do not stand ideally by, for depression,
will steal your very soul.
The enemies of depression, are social interaction, happiness, love, understanding and seeking medication or help in some form. DO IT!
Burning Heat
Burning in my heart- burning in my soul
Gotta have it more and more- hot and overloaded
Starving for some fun tonight- always dressed to kill
Dont tell me what I need- I need the thrill indeed
Dont stop me now
Ill run you over- bastard
Get out of my way
I feel mighty great
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Cant you see it coming- stronger than a bull
Get yourself going- youre too easy to beat
Dont forget Im strong- powerful and straight
I can take you on cause I am hard to break
Dont stop me now
Ill run you over- bastard
Get out of my way
I feel mighty great
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- leads me- burning heat
Burning heat- feeds me- burning heat
Burning in my heart- burning in my soul
Gotta have it more and more- hot and overloaded
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- leads me- burning heat
Burning heat- feeds me- burning heat
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Depression! ! !
Depression...One of the worst emotions you can feel.
Your body would feel so empty and cold inside when it happens.
Your mind start to bring up the good memories that you had but it makes you feel more awful in the same time. Depression is one of the emotions I feel sometimes. No more anger building inside my body. No more sadness as my tears goes down my face. It’s only depression itself that drives people to doing bad things. It leads to self inflicting pain. It leads to suffering of thinking over and over and over again about something that made you depressed in the first place. Then it leads to...Death a fool's choice to escape it not knowing the consequences that leads ahead.
I can't believe that depression hit my heart.
As my heart thickens with its spread of Sadness, Anger, Fear, Sorrow and Death.
As this poem ends, just remember that never let depression cloud your choices in life.
poem by Compton Wright
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Sonnet: Almighty’s Face
When Death has come upon my body, then
My soul has been released to Heaven’s gate,
To the Almighty, to decide my fate-
My soul to be turned to Hell or to Heaven.
O, how could I face the Almighty’s Face?
Would it be of kindness or full of wrath?
No doubt, I did keep to my righteous path;
Would I be denied of God’s mercy, in case?
God, the Almighty is our kind Father;
My sinful habits, I’d better give up;
My life/ limb, not soul, I would lose rather;
In sufferings live and quaff up Life’s gall-cup!
Could I dare see the Omnipotent Face?
Could I wisely ensure with Him my place?
poem by John Celes
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Divine Justice Amiable
Thou hast no lightnings, O thou Just!
Or I their force should know;
And, if thou strike me into dust,
My soul approves the blow.
The heart, that values less its ease
Than it adores thy ways,
In thine avenging anger sees
A subject of its praise.
Pleased I could lie, concealed and lost,
In shades of central night;
Not to avoid thy wrath, thou know'st,
But lest I grieve thy sight.
Smite me, O thou, whom I provoke!
And I will love thee still:
The well deserved and righteous stroke
Shall please me, though it kill.
Am I not worthy to sustain
The worst thou canst devise;
And dare I seek thy throne again,
And meet thy sacred eyes?
Far from afflicting, thou art kind;
And, in my saddest hours,
An unction of thy grace I find,
Pervading all my powers.
Alas! thou sparest me yet again;
And, when thy wrath should move,
Too gentle to endure my pain,
Thou soothest me with thy love.
I have no punishment to fear;
But, ah! that smile from thee
Imparts a pang far more severe
Than woe itself would be.
poem by William Cowper
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Subsided Depression
For 2 whole years
I was nothing but depressed
by my Uncle's Passing
Always listening to sad power ballads
And writing poetry
I still lIsten to somgs that depress me from
time to time, But writing poetry has now
Become a frequent Habit
I Knew that death is a path that
All people are afraid of
Since returning to college,
I met someone special
with the intent to show me heaven
through love and friendship
and That's when I get an new feeling
My Sadness and Depression
Began to subside since
Meeting up with a boy
That I net a few years Ago
Named Ben Latto
he showed me The love that
My Fallen Uncle would have
And the heart of sorrow
Begins to repair by
The Power of Love
I thank him, And my
Lucky stars that
My Destiny has linked
Me to Ben Once Again
And thanks to him My Depression Subsided
And My Happiness slowly Returns
To surface, as I smiled for the
First time once again in 2 years
It was so overwhelming.
I got over my depression after all.
No More Sadness
No More Doubt
No More Tears
No More Depression
No More Darkness
Nothing More than Happiness
poem by Ashleigh Leona Mellon
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Psalm 88
Lord God that dost me save and keep,
All day to thee I cry;
And all night long, before thee weep
Before thee prostrate lie.
Into thy presence let my praier
With sighs devout ascend
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,
Thine ear with favour bend.
For cloy'd with woes and trouble store
Surcharg'd my Soul doth lie,
My life at death's uncherful dore
Unto the grave draws nigh.
Reck'n'd I am with them that pass
Down to the dismal pit
I am a *man, but weak alas * Heb. A man without manly
And for that name unfit. strength.
From life discharg'd and parted quite
Among the dead to sleep
And like the slain in bloody fight
That in the grave lie deep.
Whom thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o're
Deaths hideous house hath barr'd.
Thou in the lowest pit profound'
Hast set me all forlorn,
Where thickest darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.
Thy wrath from which no shelter saves
Full sore doth press on me;
*Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, *The Heb.
*And all thy waves break me bears both.
Thou dost my friends from me estrange,
And mak'st me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,
And I here pent up thus.
Through sorrow, and affliction great
Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord all the day I thee entreat,
My hands to thee I spread.
Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arise
And praise thee from their loathsom bed
With pale and hollow eyes ?
Shall they thy loving kindness tell
On whom the grave hath hold,
Or they who in perdition dwell
Thy faithfulness unfold?
In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known,
Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion?
But I to thee O Lord do cry
E're yet my life be spent,
And up to thee my praier doth hie
Each morn, and thee prevent.
Why wilt thou Lord my soul forsake,
And hide thy face from me,
That am already bruis'd, and *shake *Heb. Prae Concussione.
With terror sent from thee;
Bruz'd, and afflicted and so low
As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo
Astonish'd with thine ire.
Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow
Thy threatnings cut me through.
All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me persue.
Lover and friend thou hast remov'd
And sever'd from me far.
They fly me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are.
poem by John Milton
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Love that Doth Reign and Live
Love that doth reign and live within my thought
And built his seat within my captive breast,
Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
Oft in my face he doth his banner rest.
But she that taught me love and suffer pain,
My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire
With shamefast look to shadow and refrain,
Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire.
And coward Love then to the heart apace
Taketh his flight, where he doth lurk and plain
His purpose lost, and dare not show his face.
For my lord's guilt thus faultless bide I pain;
Yet from my lord shall not my foot remove:
Sweet is the death that taketh end by love.
poem by Henry Howard
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To The Descending Sun!
Why art thou pale
and sad and sick...
carrying no happy thought with thee...
why lost thy vigor
and zeal and zest
casting shadows-
dark and deep
but mixed with somber evening shine
like a death-bed patient's parting smile
shedding never- ending grief;
though I perceive
thy daily death is no mishap
but Nature's game of hide and seek
of sinking day and rising night.
It seems to me
thou hast the breath of God in thee
for solacing the cloudy hearts...
now comfort me, my heart and soul,
the world hast never seen!
poem by Shahzia Batool
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Down The River I Flow
Down the river I flow
My feelings I never show
I just keep flowing along
Singing the same old song
A song of anger, A song of sadness
A song that sings of the on coming madness
Singing a song from the beginning
Yet never truly ending
Starts off with happiness
Then hits hard the pain
Next comes on the sadness
Ending with insanity being maintained
Down the river I flow
Heart full of sadness and woe
Sadness for my child that never existed
Woe for my heart being twisted
Twisted in the worst way
Dealing with pain each and every day
Wishing it would have been true
A child born from me and you
But you messed it all up
By not coming out and telling me the truth
But in your face it finally blew up
So now I flow down this river so early in youth
poem by Lumvouris Webb
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Love And Beauty: II: To The Same
Oh Soul! that this fair flower dost so mirrour,
Ask of thyself, saying-'Soul beautiful,
Oh Soul-in-love, oh happy, happy Soul,
That wert so dull and poor, and this sweet hour
Art so more floral even than a flower,
That in thee it is better'd to a full,
Whereto each former rose is poor and dull,
Ah, what doth thus enlarge thee and empower,
That thou who, at thy most, wert a priesthood,
A vassal strength, a bliss feudàtory,
Hast grown a final joy, an absolute good,
A god that, for being god, believest in God
The more?' Thou canst not clear this mystery,
Ah happy, happy soul, whose fruit of life is nigh.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Death of Dreams
It’s simple
It’s sad
It’s images I can’t shake
The death of dreams seems so real
So close
It’s cruel
It’s terrible
It’s killing off hope
The death of dreams is real
It’s here
It’s pain
It’s misery
It’s ruining all that has ever been good
The death of dreams fills me up
It’s my own death
It’s horror
It’s tears
It’s the final stab in an already shattered heart
The death of dreams may be gone
But still, it has my soul
poem by Fae Sebastian
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To thy heart so sweetly its wrong..
To a memory of happiness thine heart doth yield
Rousing thine sweet face to be kissed by love first
Dreamy thy power behind thy strength's shield
Drinking the dreams of love, thine soul doth thirst
For the love that did first make thee
Is the love thy face doth subtly gleam
Into the springs of thy soul's glee
Wert thy past love reflect and thy heart beam
But thy love is in thy dreams, now thy love not
Rejected and abandoned to thy only love thou hope
As loneliness and despair forge a their Gordian knot
Around thy heart, thy still dream for love to cope
For the love which is lost in thy memory song
Unconsciously playing to thy heart so sweetly its wrong..
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Heartbreak
Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind it kills my soul.
Heartbreak; when will my suffering end?
Depression; all I have left to embrace, to love
Depression; what you left me for after you stole my heart
Depression; something you will never understand.
Depression; what I look towards as you rip my heart apart.
Heartache; the pain that fills my body, my mind
Heartache; how my heart felt when you ripped my heart from my chest,
Heartache; it drowns my thoughts in my tears,
Heartache; what it is I feel whenever I think of your false love
Desolation; the ruins you have left my spirit in.
Desolation; how can you remain so naïve to what you make us feel?
Desolation; no one can fix it, no one can ever know how it feels
Desolation; when will you see the truth in what you do?
Helpless; I feel so alone, so forsaken
Helpless; how much longer will I suffer
Helpless; it fills my veins and oozes through my wounds
Helpless; when can I just let it all go?
Dejection; my life has no meaning, I have no will
Dejection; Why did you do this to me?
Dejection; I sleep with a light on just so I don’t feel alone,
Dejection; when will you see what you have done?
Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind and kills my soul.
Heartbreak; how much longer can I suffer, when will my suffering end?
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Dealing With Depression
Depression is being lonely in a room full of people
Depression is being constantly tired but never able to sleep
Depression is longing to be with others yet not being able to cope with company
Depression makes you lose your appetite and eat yourself fat
Depression is smiling to hide the pain inside
Depression is when the soul dies but the body keeps on living
Depression is forgetting who you used to be
Depression is not knowing if you could survive without it
Depression is being sad when nothing is wrong
Depression is not caring whether you live or die
Depression is having no interest in the things you used to love
Depression is lying awake for hours in bed at night contemplating the best way to kill yourself only to realise that you can’t be bothered.
poem by Ricky Baker
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An eternal thought, of you there
An eternal thought, of you there
Looking at me, sobbing here
For thy love, thou do not share
Driving me to the kingdom of Lear
Slowly I sulk to my despair
Talking and whispering to thee
Who is so thin and between my somber air
Driving me mad and crazy;
it's my mind I see, not thee there!
O if pain doth cut, it cut a hole
In my logic, my life's reason
And burden my heart, and drain my soul
Of all its love by love's treason.
Desperately I cling to my thought mad
Because I am lonely and terribly sad……….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Liquid Depression (4)
Liquid depression how shall I compare thee
With the demons deep within my soul
You are not the only demon there,
I've many more, that you could not know
Though you share the same body and soul
It is my mind that you alone control
Liquid depression is only a materialistic possession
Other demons exist in the darkness
I have lost all control and I dare not to entertain
Obssessions with my soul, lost or not
I must keep them in the dark
Not force them to be seen
I am not all I appear to be
Sinner I was born, sinner I'll be
Demons keep me afraid
Can't you see, liquid depression
Keeps me free from the demons within,
That you cannot see and I cannot make flee
poem by Frankie Stamey
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