Depressing Poems Thread
Kovo
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Hi all, I was just in the mood for some depressing poems, so I was wondering if you could all post the most depressing one's you've ever written.
The only one that comes to me now is the one below. Though I'm sure I have more depressing poems somewhere.
I know I took the wrong side,
Forced a smile and alibi
I never even meant to hide,
I wish to God I never lied.
I tried to stop the tears you cried,
Make things better, I really tried.
I even gave up my pride,
I wish to God I never died.
Dressed in black as I sink underground,
I should never have let you down.
I see the tears stream down your face
As I'm lowered into my resting place.
You're the last to leave my side,
The one who won't admit I died.
In your mind, your memory,
You're the one who won't let go of me.
Though I'm always here with you
I'm not the only one you knew.
You've got to let the pieces fall.
Let me go or you'll lose it all.
The only one that comes to me now is the one below. Though I'm sure I have more depressing poems somewhere.
I know I took the wrong side,
Forced a smile and alibi
I never even meant to hide,
I wish to God I never lied.
I tried to stop the tears you cried,
Make things better, I really tried.
I even gave up my pride,
I wish to God I never died.
Dressed in black as I sink underground,
I should never have let you down.
I see the tears stream down your face
As I'm lowered into my resting place.
You're the last to leave my side,
The one who won't admit I died.
In your mind, your memory,
You're the one who won't let go of me.
Though I'm always here with you
I'm not the only one you knew.
You've got to let the pieces fall.
Let me go or you'll lose it all.
I shouldn't have to fight a battle I'll never win, just to lose those I've never had.
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I made my mistake, I forgot your rose
It's lying naked on the bedroom floor
So many things to see, So many more
All of these good times are breaking apart
I'm beginning to feel Like I did at the start
Before all the vows were placed into the air
I've lost respect for everything here
I felt the hurt
That I inflicted
Your face was a mirror
Shining deep on me
I bled your heart
I started to sink
I'm so damned sorry
I forgot such a small
little
tiny
seemingly-insignificant
thing.
In the end I looked like the rest of them.
inside i feel a pain grow
deep inside my heart
I can see through you
right through your eyes
you aren't the man i knew
you aren't the hero of mine
A once mighty man
you stand before me now
i once knew you so well
during your days filled with glory
but like the glimmer in your eye
that too is slowly fading
its painful to see a hero fade
It came about so slow
I didnt see it coming
you dont see it at all
how i wish to see you again
the YOU that i remember
the you i will always remember
the you that i admire most
So as i stand here feeling sad
i remember us in our prime
all the time spent together
all the laughter we shared
all the smiles you brought
all the lessons i learned
all the love that you gave
Still my heart aches
it aches for you... it aches for me
knowing that those times have passed
but my love for you still holds
and i thank you from my heart
with a hug i tell you i love you
i just wish i had done so sooner
-i'd say thats the saddest one i've written, its almost 2 years old, scary to think that nothings changed.
Oh can't it wait, can't it wait a little
time is running late
lost the date, said meet you in the middle
couldn't find you there
sat waiting on the stairs and no-one came
knew inside my head I was to blame
we never changed, we never changed
footsteps echoed through the hall
a smell of sound I'd heard before
and stopped behind me
I'm not looking back
gone too far down this track
you haven't found me
I have changed, I have changed
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
and then one sad day he died.
He left all those that loved him and cared behind,
and I never got the chance to say "goodbye".
My tears still flow so frequently and long,
no matter how hard I try to be strong.
He brought so much to my life that no longer is there,
so many happy memories we shared.
He's not here anymore to share my life with me,
All the things I've accomplished, I wish he could see.
A piece of me died with my grandaddy that day,
that time can't heal and no words could ever say.
A middle-aged man
walks down a fluorescent street in Amsterdam
High on hash, and purple haze weed
He stops at the door of a leggy blonde
pacing her sexual cell
the tag on the door says thirty euros
A whore twice the price of cab fair
back to the hotel
He opens the door and places the money
on a small table next to the bed
He throws her down and exacts revenge
on his dead mother
A small, bald man comes in after,
he takes twenty euros mechanically
off the table and leaves in silence
When the customer reaches his hotel and smokes
his last cigarette he pays 28 dollars to connect
to his father in Cleveland
They talk away what seem the entire
6 months before the cancer ate
the remaining half of his liver
A disease he was convinced passed through
the cells of his mother, who had lost
her last stand to liver cancer fifteen years
before.
Shaking off the shakes again,
with a Black hair from a Velvet dog.
Swimming with the combination spins.
A Crystal haze over a Palace’s river of gin,
covered with pine trees–lost in a fog.
I'm shaking off the shakes again.
The fifth day straight with Russian kings.
True potato flavor for an Irish slob.
Swimming with the combination spins.
Southern jail with worms if I win.
Slurping blue agave from a trough.
I'm shaking off the shakes again.
The desperate Captain snarls for my skin,
so off the plank I fall, and hit the water hard.
Swimming with the combination spins.
The cure was merely an illusion,
asleep in the backseat of the car.
So now I'm giving in to the shakes again.
Giving in to contemplation's spins.
Not by me, but one of my favorite poems:
WS Merwin
When You Go Away
When you go away the wind clicks around to the north
The painters work all day but at sundown the paint falls
Showing the black walls
The clock goes back to striking the same hour
That has no place in the years
And at night wrapped in the bed of ashes
In one breath I wake
It is the time when the beards of the dead get their growth
I remember that I am falling
That I am the reason
And that my words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
She,
never seemed to be afraid.
White knuckled on the wheel,
I see.
My memories drag me along,
over and over,
that same radio song,
in my mind.
Hell,
has nothing on this to be sure.
Inside some piece of me,
died.
I could have fallen forever,
when she opened her hand,
and never,
asked me why.
If I could turn it all back,
I'd take you down that old track,
I'm sorry,
my girl.
So sorry,
my little girl.
You'll be nineteen today,
but you'll be goin on twelve,
alone,
alone.
Years,
have passed since I turned away,
drove down that old road,
crying.
The tears on my face,
deeper and deeper,
fall into place,
as I die.
I,
now have grown older.
And as I look down on you,
I see,
Your own beautiful life,
I pray to God,
you'll survive,
on your own,
alone,
alone.
went out one day for an auto ride
they hit a bump
ruth hit a tree
and john kept going
ruthlessly
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upon a vase of orchids. Window breath.
An echoed wonder. "Love, you would do much."
A close of blinds. A still. A call. A death.