What we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
George Eliot in Middlemarch
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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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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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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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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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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Happiness is a Shark
Happiness is a shark,
Swimming in the deep
Dimension of the dark
Drifting duffel of sleep.
Decay of despair;
Hardness of hope.
Happiness is a crow,
Hiding in the thicket,
Or flying in a row
At a drizzly sunset.
Drought of despair;
Hunger of hope.
Happiness is a rose,
On the tree of duty,
A smiling verse in prose
Of halcyon beauty.
Dust of despair
Honey of hope.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Why Now? ?
Many purpose, didn't you reject?
My eagerness to meet you, didn't you neglect?
Only once a day you call, my call u won't answer
I pick your call but u talk like u r in mood: anger
Said you never loved me or gave a damn care
Even if I die, bleed till death or cry many tear
It really looked like u were not lying..
Shouted at me n you stopped calling..
After few days, then you suddenly call
Just because you saw me in hospital
Now tell me why did you call, me? ? ?
While before you said u don't care or love me? ?
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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Meaning Of Fidelity
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is deeper than any emotion,
Fidelity is full of trust and compassion,
And is filled with a keen devotion.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is a state of faithfulness from the heart,
Fidelity is an adherence to a special cause
And its' sworn vows will never part.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is an allegiance bound to stand,
Fidelity is part of a Nation's domain,
And is steadfast throughout the land.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is full of piety and ultimate care,
Fidelity is filled with an intense sense of duty,
And is like soothing music in the air.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Painful Solitude
Painful rejection
Your silence speaks volumes
Solitary dove flies alone,
Looking for a place to belong,
She is lost, heart full of pain
Will she ever be able to sing again?
Painful illness
My body agony
My mind endures
Painful isolation
Painful solitude
Painful loneliness
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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A Kiss 2
They call it a kiss
A butterfly’s touch
The gentlest rest
They call it a kiss
A summertime breeze
The warmest caress
They call it a kiss
A drizzling rain
The heavenly dress
They call it a kiss
A sweltering sun
The desire for less
They call it a kiss
A bee's painful sting
The soul of true stress
They call it a kiss
Whatever it is
They call it a kiss
poem by Leslie Alexis
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I Hate You Kyle
i hate you kyle
and i love josh
so i hope that hurts you
and i hope your heart
is filled with pain and anger
i hope you die
a slow and painful death
and i hope that im
the one who caused it
9-9-05
poem by Bekie Carroll
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Life Is Not Great But Its Worth Living
it is painful to see the one you love,
love another
it is embarrasing to cast out your feelings
and be rejected in front of masses
it is sad to work and have
credit given to another
it brings despair when you are unappreciated
its dawnting to pretend or to live a lie
being pushed over, dropped
and picked up only to recieve the same treatment
its beyond me how a stranger can seperate those who have friends for years
in an instant
its horrifying how delinquents fluency is influencing the language spoken
and embedded on the youth
it is hope-draining to look at the youth now and think, is this our future?
but all of this negativity can be made into the opposite
with a push in the right direction
so don't dwell in despair, lift your head up for,
life is not great but its worth living
poem by Nobomi Tshongweni
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Philosophy 1
Locked
Between
Two fires
or three
Waiting
waiting
waiting
Depress ed
depressed
despair
despair
despair
Hope
hope
hope
hope
Waiting
Pai n
pain
pain
pain
waiting
for
Hi s
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
Forgiven ess
Fed up
Fed up
Yet fed up with hope
Or so to say:
Fed With Mercy....
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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Ocean
I don't think i'm any closer now
Than i was at fifteen
I still don't know what i really want
Or how i really feel
Sometimes i think i've seen too much
Sometimes nothing at all
And sometimes i think i just forgot
What i was looking for
But i still need to believe in you
I still need to know you'll never
Never give up
I believe in you...
So how can you ever let
My hope turn to despair?
How can you ever stop
Telling me you care?
But i still need to believe in you
I still need to know you'll never
Never give up
I believe in you...
So how can you ever let
My hope turn to despair?
Tell me you believe it too
Tell me that you care
How can you ever let
My hope turn to despair?
How can you ever stop
Pretending?
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Were There Hope
I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles
To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.
But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Hope?
Never
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Hope and Despair
Said God, 'You sisters, ere ye go
Down among men, my work to do,
I will on each a badge bestow:
Hope I love best, and gold for her,
Yet a silver glory for Despair,
For she is my angel too.'
Then like a queen, Despair
Put on the stars to wear.
But Hope took ears of corn, and round
Her temples in a wreath them bound.--
Which think ye lookt the more fair?
poem by Lascelles Abercrombie
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The white lily (Novelinee)
As if constantly caught in a prayer
sprung from the very painful tears of Eve
white petals reach holy into the air
as if in purity it does believe
that it can bring a kind of loveliness,
a type of radiant flowering light,
as it flowers in a kind of eagerness
with a soft fragrance filling the night,
as if being a saintly vessel, it might.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Life with hope
The emptiness is closing, creeping, crushing all hope I have to keep on living.
When I have nothing left to believe in and I think I can go no more. Hope is enough to keep me alive.
Giving me strength I didn't know I had.
But we can live on hope and dreams cause with hope I can endure, for it is the perfect cure.
The heart is a womb were hope is born it is conceived in the mind. Hope is a quest to be free an open door or a key.
It will keep you strong in times of despair and just when you think you're all alone in the end hope will be there.
poem by Lleyson Hernandez
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