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Tell Me

Many years ago I was living with depression
And all I wanted was just to be alone
But now I found myself smiling with no reason
Funny that sometimes you're in my imagination

Ma. Cristina Colima
My Mom And Dad

I feel like I am alone
But I am not
Because my mom and dad are always there to hold my hands
I feel like I am worthless

Mind On Fire Living With Depression

Depression comes up whenever someone hurts you so bad,
Comes from the words of those cruel people,
And from those who physically abuse you.
Sometimes you just have to cry it all,

Richmond Gellez
Moon Watchers

Last night I fell asleep watching the moon from my bedroom window
I imagined that you were watching it too
And for that moment
However small

Dayna Melass
Fragments (underestimation)

I was broken but not shattered,
I was pieces but not scarttered,
I've been fragmented and not tattered,
I was strong, that's what mattered.

Chiemelie Solomon Ikwuemesibe

It's hard that you keep being underestimated,
People see you as an outsider, or far from their level.
Racism under their state of mind,
They judged at you for being poor,

Richmond Gellez
When Hope Fades

Hope is Everything,
Cause when hope fades, you'll be nothing,
Nothing in thy mind,
The mind becomes empty,

Richmond Gellez
Suicide Note

Part 1
Because of my cross, I find this life a misery
Like every cast in this dramatic adventure

Okey Nwande

Act like them, you won’t make it
Appreciate their era, for who you are today
Griddles’ threaten your health, forgiveness heals
10 million budget function is nothing, for they are not alive

Marco Babu
Depression Before Spring

The cock crows
But no queen rises.

The hair of my blonde

Wallace Stevens
Death Why Dost Thou Kill The Youngst?

The grey are borers
Who suck the life remnant
Of the youngst and watch
Them clash cycles on the highways

Benjamin Chikezie
I Am A Killer

My name is depression and I am a killer,
I am everywhere, I am the darkness, the grief, the sadness.
Once I enter your head, it would be hard for you to get me off of your system.


Talya Nana

All the striving, all the failing,
To the silent Nothing sailing.
Swiftly, swiftly passing by!
For the land of shadows leaving,

Morris Rosenfeld
People Like Candles


*"The world would have been a better domicile to dwell in, if our impediments are equally solved. But nay, some are like candles"* *paciolo pen saint*


Paciolo Pen Saint
My Body And My Mind

My body and my mind...

My body and my mind are in depression because
You are not with me.

True Self: Living Bipolar

It looks like you've been smiling for too long,
Can't control your own self,
People don't know who you really are,
Cause you are different when it comes to the outside world,

Richmond Gellez
Poems In Depression, At Wei Village

I hug my pillow and do not speak a word;
In my empty room no sound stirs.
Who knows that, all day a-bed,
I am not ill and am not even asleep?

Bai Juyi
A Letter To Depression

It's been months of torture,
Turning around my heart posture,
Piercing my heart with swords,
Taking my joy with cords,

Brian Dredan

She was dragged into pain,
Her heart in bitter ordain,
And her dress, wet with tears,
That flow from heart bars,

Brian Dredan
The Need For A Depression Detecting Machine.....

"You are an useless piece of shit..."
"You have no right to live on this earth..."
The voices kept on saying to her....
"Why,on earth, have you taken birth..."

Beyond The Complexion

Africa my dying land
Africa the field of blood
Africa the ignorant and blind
This mythical spiritual mantra

Senty De Poet
Body And Soul

Half-numb, guzzling bourbon and Coke from coffee mugs,
our fathers fall in love with their own stories, nuzzling
the facts but mauling the truth, and my friend's father begins
to lay out with the slow ease of a blues ballad a story

B H Fairchild
Pantoum Of The Great Depression

Our lives avoided tragedy
Simply by going on and on,
Without end and with little apparent meaning.
Oh, there were storms and small catastrophes.

Donald Justice

You see a face
Without a name
You see a smile
Yet it is without joy

Senty De Poet

[Nov. 26, 1857, during the great financial depression.]

Father, our thanks are due to thee

Hanford Lennox Gordon
The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Depression In Early Spring

Meathooks, notebooks,
the whole city sky palely flaming
& spectral bombs
hitting that patch of river

Erica Jong
Hymn To Contrition

Tenderest Herald of the sky,
Nature's safeguard from perdition,
Friend of sweet, tho' tearful eye,
Call'd by angels meek Contrition-

William Hayley
The Mood Of Depression

You dark mouth inside me,
You are strong , shape
Composed of autumn cloud,
And golden evening stillness;

Georg Trakl

(Self-Portrait) Omens and Astrology. A desert flat and undisturbed, stupid and forlorn. Sunless. a caravan of failures. Pons Asinorum and the Feast of the Ass and revolt against standardized American childhood.
War and Violence.
Catapults and Torches and the first stray thrusts of Sun into the Soul. Bombardments and Bordels. Heraldry and High Walls. Too rigid to crumble but not too strong to fracture.


Harry Crosby
The Monster Of Mr Cogito


Lucky Saint George
from his knight's saddle

Zbigniew Herbert
Cosmic Comic Relief

Sadly sobbing, sadly sobbing,
Rolls the restless wireless sea,
Where the wireless waves go bobbing
Up and down so dolefully.

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
An Octopus

of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,
it lies “in grandeur and in mass”
beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;
dots of cyclamen-red and maroon on its clearly defined

Marianne Moore
Antarctic Pioneers

Because some unimportant man
In politics talks loud and high,
Or some wild, economic plan
To lift depression takes his eye,

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
The Golden Age

Is it the dawn of a Golden Age
And a swift release from pain?
The politicians fight and rage
Where doubt and chaos reign.

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
The Kid Around The Corner

There's a kid around the corner
Who is filled with half-formed fears;
He is growing rather wistful
As the Christmas season nears;

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Tho we seem to reach the turning
And the Government is yearning
To brings us swift releif, and make a cut
In the burden of the taxes,

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
A Remonstrance With The Fair

There are thoughts that the mind cannot fathom,
The mind of the animal male;
But woman abundantly hath 'em,
And mostly her notions prevail.

Andrew Lang
The Bush Fire

Let's have a tiny little bush fire.
It's a cold, cold night tonight.
We are sick of this long session
Of the darkness of depression.

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
The King Of Brentford-s Testament

The noble King of Brentford
Was old and very sick,
He summon'd his physicians
To wait upon him quick;

William Makepeace Thackeray
A New Year's Toast

Here's to every Aussie fellow,
Who refused to show the yellow
When depression's clammy hand
Cast its shadow o'er the land.

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
The Idle Son

Young Benjamin left school this year
And stepped right in a job;
And he starts in hope of a life career,
Like his eldest brother, Bob.

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.

Charles Bukowski
The Poetic Principle (essay)

In speaking of the Poetic Principle, I have no design to be either thorough or profound. While discussing, very much at random, the essentiality of what we call Poetry, my principal purpose will be to cite for consideration, some few of those minor English or American poems which best suit my own taste, or which, upon my own fancy, have left the most definite impression. By "minor poems" I mean, of course, poems of little length. And here, in the beginning, permit me to say a few words in regard to a somewhat peculiar principle, which, whether rightfully or wrongfully, has always had its influence in my own critical estimate of the poem. I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, "a long poem," is simply a flat contradiction in terms.

I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement. But all excitements are, through a psychal necessity, transient. That degree of excitement which would entitle a poem to be so called at all, cannot be sustained throughout a composition of any great length. After the lapse of half an hour, at the very utmost, it flags fails a revulsion ensues and then the poem is, in effect, and in fact, no longer such.


Edgar Allan Poe
In New Orleans

'Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befell
The tear-compelling incident I now propose to tell;
So come, my sweet collector friends, and listen while I sing
Unto your delectation this brief, pathetic thing-

Eugene Field

The Man Closing Up,' from Night Light' (1967),

would make his bed,
If he could sleep on it.

Donald Justice
Old Town Types No.17- Mr Bodge The Banker

Mr Bodge, the banker, was a power in the land;
His city bank had granted him an autocratic hand;
For our town was most remote from commerce centres then,
And only Mr Bodge could know who were our solid men.

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Rubaiyat 12

All treasures ainâ??t worth this oppression.
All pleasures ainâ??t worth one transgression.
Not even seven thousand years of joy
Is worth seven days of depression.

Shams Al-din Hafiz Shirazi

Hear the singing on the boats,
As they halt beside the pier!
Ah, those fresh Italian throats,
How they cheer!

John L. Stoddard
Darkness Of Loneliness

The day I met a question in front of me
Transformed everything in my life
The ink of ecstasy got spilled
And was refilled with tear drops.

Mythreyi Sankar