Women who dwell afar
Yes, I think after reading the posts
so steeped in mortal despair
and oozing with anguish
Like the women
slowly twisting
lilac stalks
who come and go
chatting aimlessly
of fashions
in this and that
They wander the halls
of gray anomie draped
In darkest aspect
hoping without hope
that their eye
will light
on what
they know not
They come and go
chatting and texting
of trivia
and still
they despair
Once in an age or two
they erupt with faux passion
hoping their beaux
do not dwell
on their fading charms
and withdraw
as they must
Languid and hopeless
they will linger
through eternity
frustrated
and unloved
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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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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Should I or shouldn't? ? ? ?
Should i or shouldn't
you're so much more than you can see
your making me smile everytime so stupidly
your ever singel response is bringing me closer.
I dont want to
i m afraid of being dumped again
i'll rather say stop! ! ! !
No more texting no more chatting
but why do i m stikk seeking for someone again,
what do i actually want? ? ? ? I dont know,
why m i waiting for someone's call again? ? ? ?
I dont want to,
i m afraid of being dumped again! ! ! !
Slowly when wind pass by,
i feel like its you
alwyas smile dear
thats the thing you said to me
i'll rather say stop! ! ! !
No more texting no more chatting
dont make me smile again
m afraid because, i know
someday, i have to cry again....
And i'll be back to the darkest corner....
But why are you making me smile again? ? ? ?
poem by Lyangmit Vungmoo
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I dunno
I dunno i dont care
I worry I hope I say
Im here im there
I hurt others though my own despair
I live lonely noone at the moment
Day by day
Im lost with no map, no compass and no flair
running from my own despair
But am not getting anywhere
A mixture is how i feel
Damp and dry
Cold and wet
Weird and round on my own I frown
I frown with no sound hoping is my non existant sound
Im lost, but able
Im here and proud hoping to be a cloud
Above everything with a great view
Drifting slowly baked by the sun, reminded by the moon
Im thinking, im thinking of words to say
But am empty, drained and still here
So i try, try more, run more, keep hoping and try to not end up a fool
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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Something Never There
I'm lying in this pool of dark,
I'm crying out despair,
I'm mourning for what I have not lost,
For something never there,
I watched you from a distance,
And hope flared within my chest,
But then I heard,
And then I knew,
Then the black took my hand,
From the light came darkness,
And from the hope despair,
For my love has killed me,
And caused my blood to spill,
Led my soul into damnation,
Been my bodies end,
I hope that in my final stand,
My soul has been set free,
Free from a hollow cage,
Bound in chains of tainted love,
I'm hoping now it's ended,
Hoping dark will turn to light,
But I'm lying in this pool of dark,
Crying out despair,
Mourning what I have not lost,
And what was never there,
Hoping light will come,
BUt knowing,
Knowing light will never shine,
On such a sullied heart,
And in my final stand,
I took my leave,
My life.
poem by Holly Heron
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Women With Men
chatting words
are running...
lips are
rimming...
hearts are
happy...
with chatting...
women with men...
men with women
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The chat of two women
Two classmates were chatting.
By chance they've met in the street, indeed.
They were not so old and not so young,
much more than forty.
The first one said: 'I feel so young
and want to be sometimes so naughty,
I want to love again and certainly be loved, .
I want the romances to sing,
I want to fly so high in a swing,
I want to dance under the rain
in Spain, on the plain..............,
To hear sweet words of love again,
To die of passion.'
Another one said with a compassion:
'What are you talking about?
I can live happily without
all those crazy wishes of yours,
cause I don't like anyone
to shatter my peace and quiet,
I think how soon I'll be retired.
Put those foolish wishes out of your head.
We are getting old,
all we had had already past.
I remember you've always been an enthusiast.
Two women were chatting,
The first one just forgetting her age,
the other one was old enough
and her life was a real tough.
Two women were chatting,
Two different destinies and souls.
The first one was full of life.
The second one was getting empty.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Sonnet XXVI: I Ever Love
To Despair
I ever love where never hope appears,
Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care,
And my life's hope would die, but for despair;
My never-certain joy breeds ever-certain fears;
Uncertain dread gives wings unto my hope,
Yet my hope's wings are laden so with fear
As they cannot ascend to my hope's sphere;
Though fear gives them more than a heav'nly scope,
Yet this large room is bounded with despair;
So my love is still fetter'd with vain hope,
And liberty deprives him of his scope,
And thus am I imprison'd in the air.
Then, sweet despair, awhile hold up thy head,
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.
poem by Michael Drayton
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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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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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Comin' For X-Mas?
I got your
Christmas card
And you know
It warms my heart
Just to think of all the cheer
We could share if you were here
I made my
Christmas list
That i'll give
To my boy St.Nick
And I hope he hooks, hooks me up
Cause I plan a special Christmas for us
I was hoping that you might be
Comming for Christmas
I was hoping that surly by New Years eve
I was hoping that you might be comming
And I hope that your bringing something for me
Now we'll chill
Christmas eve
I cant wait
For my moms to leave
We'll snuggle, i'll turn down the lights
And give our gifts if the timing is right
I was hoping that you might be
Comming for Christmas
I was hoping that surly by New Years eve
I was hoping that you might be comming
And I hope that your bringing something for me
For know I will
And I hope that Santa wont be late
Cause I dont want no presents
See im too old for toys
I just want my baby
She's my one and only truly one and only she's my only
I was hoping that you might be
Comming for Christmas
I was hoping that surly by New Years eve
I was hoping that you might be comming
And I hope that your bringing something for me
song performed by by Usher
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Twisting
She set your goldfish free
And now shes sighing
Blew out your pilot light
And made a wish
She doesnt have to have
Her dbs record back now
But theres not a lot of things
That shell take back
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
Shes not your satellite
She doesnt miss you
So turn off your smoke machine
And marshall stack
She doesnt have to have
Her young fresh fellows tape back now
But theres not a lot of things
That shell take back
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Taiwanese
when we are chatting i am also chatting with a man
from taiwan
who claims he also knows the games of life
what games
he says anything from love to weddings to baptisms
except....
(and he does not want to mention this)
but i tell him, and ask him,
death.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gen Despair
Despair -
When hope is snuffed out like a guttering candle.
Despair -
When hope is sadistically excised with surgical precision.
Despair -
When hope is torn from a half-living body in huge gobbets
By rapacious beaks and ravening teeth.
Despair -
When hope is annihilated.
poem by Mill Field
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Man Made Adultry
Meetings to chatting, chatting to friendship
And friendship to intimacy will grow love
Between two souls and would halt there itself
Onlookers infer adultery, and gossip
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cackleseed
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
They plant their gossip with a stinging of their tongues.
Cackleseeding like maidens chatting chit to chit chat.
With a tit for tat while knitting something gritty to unwrap.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
The ones who gossip for the sport and fun of it.
And in strict 'confidence...
Juicy tea is pour on those who get no pity that's omitted.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With no benefit of facts.
No matter where they cackle at.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.
With no benefit of facts,
And no matter where they cackle at.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
With no benefit of facts,
And no matter where they cackle at.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
Cackleseeding like maidens chatting chit to chit chat.
With a tit for tat while knitting something gritty to unwrap.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
Cackleseeding like maidens chatting chit to chit chat.
With a tit for tat while knitting something gritty to unwrap.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chatting With A Friend
when you relax and forget about work for a while
chatting with a friend
about sweet nothings
about anything goes
some jokes and we all laugh
nothing about kiss and tell
nothing about the picture on the hill
just plain chatting
and in between she gets her cup of tea
while
i do some urinating
wait a minute, i have this poem
title it
friendship, now don't write about it,
just cherish it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Poets
You know what it’s like
- surely you do –
you introduce one of your bestest friends
to another bestest friend,
hoping for something wonderful..
and they shake hands warmly,
greet each other,
then find nothing to say..
so you leave the room, hoping that
they’ll start by saying something about you,
then find how much else they have in common;
if you come back, and they’re talking so vigorously
that they soon leave together, forgetting you…
a little child in you may be sad a moment,
but the grown-up will rejoice
that great things may come of it…
but if you come back, and
there’s still a strained silence…
and later, each of them implies
they can’t understand why you like
that other one so much…
that’s why I’m a little fearful
of introducing Rilke and Rumi to each other…
since they both live in a place
where I’d like to walk too,
and listen to them talking to each other..
but suppose they didn’t get along,
I don’t think I could bear to hear
why not…
All this in my head, chatting
with my heart…
and not the movement of an eyeball
to tell you this. You’ll understand,
I hope, now that I’ve mentioned it.
There’s love somewhere there.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Fame
We all have dreams of fame,
of having our name known.
Around the world,
for something that we do.
Hoping fortunes might pursue.
Not all get that chance,
and by the wayside fall in despair.
Some carry on a lifetime,
praying and hoping,
their time will come one day.
That they may share with others,
a little of what they’ve done.
Have a crown of victory,
placed upon their head.
To carry on another day.
We all seek adulation,
whether young or old.
To stand in the spotlight,
on a stage of our own.
There to bare our soul,
from one day to the next.
Hoping we’ll not be forgotten,
as time passes on its way.
Leaving for future generations,
a little of what we say.
poem by David Harris
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Unloved
(performed by jann arden and jackson browne from her album living under june)
There will be no consolation prize
This time the bone is broken clean
No baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste of victory
All the stars have fallen from the sky
And everything else in between
Satellites have closed their eyes
The moon has gone to sleep
Unloved... unloved... unloved... unloved...
Here I am inside a hotel
Choking on a million words I said
Cigarettes have burned a hole
And dreams are drunk and penniless
Here I am inside my fathers arms
All jagged bone and whisky dry
Whisper to me sweetly now and tell me I will never die
Unloved... unloved... unloved... unloved
Here I am an empty hallway
Broken window, rainy night
I am nineteen sixty-two and I am ready for a fight
People crying hallelujah
While the bullet leaves the gun
People falling, falling, falling
And I dont know where theyre falling from
Unloved... unloved... unloved... unloved
Hoping that the kindness will lead us
Past the blindnes and
Not another living soul
Will ever have to feel
Unloved... unloved... unloved... unloved
Unloved... unloved...
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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