#despair poems on Hello Poetry

Liú'Jiāwén - 刘嘉文 Feb 13

The Weight of Circles (2025)

A box, small and unassuming,
holds more than metal and stone.
Three rings, each a chapter closed,
a story whispered, then silenced.

The first, a Hawaiian sun,
gold warm against my skin,
a maile leaf lei etched in enamel,
a promise of island days,
a love as bright as the tropic bloom.
But the bloom faded, the sun set,
and the lei withered, a memory
of sand and surf, and a love
that sought solace in another's arms.

The second, silver, a simple band,
smooth and cool against my finger.
A barrel, strong and unadorned,
like the love we built, or so I thought.
A quiet strength, a steady hand,
a foundation laid, brick by painful brick.
But the foundation crumbled, the walls fell,
and the silver tarnished, a reflection
of a love that found comfort elsewhere.

The third, titanium, cold and hard,
dragons entwined in gold, a symbol
of power, of a love that burned bright.
A fierce embrace, a passionate fire,
a connection that felt unbreakable.
But the fire dwindled, the dragons slept,
and the titanium grew heavy, a weight
on my hand, a reminder of a love
that sought warmth in another's gaze.

Children grown, their laughter echoes
in the empty rooms of my heart.
Their friends, once my own, now strangers,
their lives moving forward, while I remain
anchored to the past, a silent observer.
A long-distance love, a whispered promise,
a fragile thread connecting two souls,
but the distance stretches, the thread thins,
and the whispers fade into the wind.

I stare at the box, at the rings within,
each a symbol of what was, what could have been.
A new ring beckons, a design forming
in the depths of my mind, a symbol of hope,
of a future yet unwritten.
But doubt whispers, a serpent in my ear,
was it me? Was I not enough?
Or were the circles simply incomplete,
destined to break, to shatter, to fade?
The Weight of Circles, heavy on my soul.

#rings #marriage #vows #promises #betrayed #alone #despair

Tristan Corey Feb 13

Where the Love is Blown

A linden sways in Berlin’s air,
soft and still, yet drifting where
it once had danced in golden light,
now falling, fading out of sight.

Once it stood, so strong, so free,
born of spring’s sweet memory.
Once it warmed in summer’s grace,
now autumn’s breath has torn its place.

Yet long before the cold winds came,
I was the storm, I bore the rain.
I dimmed your light, I broke your soul,
never knowing the weight, the toll.

Your roots, once deep, began to fade,
drowned in shadows my heart had made.
And though I never wished you pain,
my weight was yours to bear in vain.

And as our leaves drift to the ground,
we stand as ghosts, lost, unfound.
For you, my light, my heart, my stay,
are gone—and all is cold and grey.

Love once held me close to you,
like roots that held my world in view.
But without you, what remains?
An empty vessel, a soul in chains.

So now I call the wind once more,
to bear us where no sorrows soar,
to dance again, then set us free,
a fleeting breath upon the sea.

Through restless tides and whispering trees,
it sings of loss, it hums of peace,
it stirs my soul, it beats my mind,
then leaves no trace of us behind.

Yet know this truth, to most unknown—
leaves will never die alone.
They follow where the love is blown.

#heartbreak #despair #love #breakups #berlin #storm #wind #leaves #linden #pain

James Worthley Feb 13

The last time we shared anything.

It was cold. Outside and in it was cold! You know it would be warm where ever you brought me. I knew too. Two lost hearts walking with out holding hands. That would come later and one heart would find salvation. Cobblestone and brick the color of blood basking in our desired misery. My desired misery that you remedied one time, one night. I would give that back now if I could. It is better to be alone and loved than unwanted and discarded. It is better to be alone and loved, than unwanted and alone. Like a carrot on a stick, tease, all of it. I would give that all back to you my friend. All of it, I no longer feel my heart flutter with your name, I feel my stomach tie and growl. I do not want your life in mine. Not this way, not at all, poor thing, old love. I might live less but my soul is ok. Its a new year, I will breathe until I can not and I will sing.

On 2025 of the first month

#onenightstand #love #despair #joyce #misery #faith

Lee Faria Feb 12

Abstract chaos - Lee Faria

Into the darkness my eyes will gaze.
Painting the pictures of my pain.
Violent solutions and devilish ideas.
Are the only ones that suite my ideals.
As for why I do not know.
I just know to let go of hope.
In the end we all fade to black.
Leaving this world with nothing attached.

#pain #suffering #chaos #sorrow #despair

pilgrims Feb 10

Tender, Steadfast

Never a day has passed

that my heart did not break
as our Sun hides behind Earth.
When the dawn wakes
lids separate, I stretch and yawn
Another shift sifting mirth from dearth
Holding together this disparate ache

If you're reading this, I love you

#optimism #cycle #work #despair #hope #faith #bored #hurt #love

Evie Feb 9

The Girl in the Mirror

She stands before the cracked glass pane,
A shadow draped in whispers of pain.
Eyes hollow, rimmed with a sleepless despair,
She searches for someone—someone not there.

Seventeen summers, yet no light remains,
Her heart a battlefield of silent chains.
Each dream she weaved has unraveled slow,
A tapestry of wounds she cannot show.

She burns with fire she cannot command,
An inferno of thoughts she can’t understand.
The passion inside is a chaotic storm,
But the conviction to steer is shattered, deformed.

Her voice quivers like a bird in the cold,
The words she swallows, stories untold.
She yearns to scream, to shatter the air,
But silence binds her—she doesn’t dare.

In her chest, an aching void resides,
A hollow echo where hope once thrived.
The weight of the world bends her spine,
Yet she smiles—a counterfeit sign.

Her mind’s a gallery of haunting art,
Each frame a memory that tears her apart.
The mocking laughter, the cold disdain,
Echo like thunder, magnifying the pain.

She drowns in mirrors that show her scars,
Counting her flaws beneath dim-lit stars.
The girl she sees is a stranger, a lie,
An unwanted ghost she can’t defy.

Her hands shake as she clutches the air,
Grasping for meaning that isn’t there.
Her thoughts are daggers, sharp and cruel,
Each one branding her the eternal fool.

She wishes to feel, but the numbness spreads,
A frost that blankets her soul in dread.
The warmth of joy seems lifetimes away,
A flickering candle in endless gray.

Why can’t she be the girl they demand?
The perfect portrait, the steady hand?
Why does her heart rage like the sea,
When all she wants is to simply be?

Her mind whispers lies in the dead of night,
A chorus of shadows stealing her light.
"You’re unworthy," they hiss, "You’re weak, a mistake."
And she believes, as her fragile dreams break.

The world moves on, unseeing, unkind,
Leaving her drowning, trapped in her mind.
Each day a struggle, a silent fight,
Against the growing void, against the night.

But buried deep in her battered core,
A tiny ember fights to restore.
Though faint and trembling, it refuses to die,
A spark of defiance beneath her sigh.

Yet she wonders, will it ever be enough?
To mend the fractures, to grow from the rough?
Or will she fade like a forgotten tune,
Lost in the silence of a pale, cold moon?

She stands before the cracked glass pane,
Her tears falling like relentless rain.
In her reflection, she sees her despair,
And wishes for courage to repair.

To the girl in the mirror, I write this plea:
You are not your scars; you can be free.
Though conviction falters, your soul still burns,
And from the ashes, strength returns.

But for now, she lingers in her pain,
A storm-tossed ship in the cruelest rain.
And as the world sleeps, she cries unheard,
A broken melody without a word.

#girl #lonely #despair #chaos #void #broken

Stephanie Liquori Feb 6

Into The Gloom Of The Light

Title:Into The Gloom Of Light, Free Verse,

Hark, hear the gray bell toll the midnight hour,
So still was the night, scarcely a breathing wind,
Tis' softly lulling, a haunting tune of emotion,
A musical line now silent, hushed through tears.

Sweet floral in thine hair, thy beauty so adorns,
If it should wither, my heart follows it thus,
Never leave me, for all my hope is in thee,
All alone I would tread, in the absence of life.

My cold heart pulses in its absence, as stone,
Fading beyond a chilling world, so betrayed,
Lasting agony mocks as my name is to scorn,
Hearts enshrined, hollow and low as a sepulchre.

Life's inhabitants, I haunt forever among thee,
Clinging to thine tempest and thine calm hours,
Abandon a last breath, cast the eternal portion,
Upon all countenance lies an unutterable misery.

Living ocean of empathy saves the eternal soul,
Sweet loving abyss, hold me away from cruelty,
Fall into thine darkness from rock and billow,
Wave to wave covers my own sorrow and pain.

Triumph as it lashes over me to receive my soul,
Deep, dark and dangerous, I float, drifting softly,
So softly, away into the nether world far beyond,
Beyond human cares, beyond horror and gaze.

Word Count 202. Free verse. Gothic and emotional. Thank you for reading , in the style of Edger Allen Poe. Lost in grief, loneliness and longing for peace of the afterlife and lost loved ones

#dark #depression #gothic #despair #emotional #freeverse

Liú'Jiāwén - 刘嘉文 Feb 1

The Unspoken Words (2025)

I feel the distance,
a growing expanse
between where we stand,
and where we used to be.
A little piece of you
slips away each day,
and with it, a part of me.

My words, meant as bridges,
sometimes fall short,
missing the mark,
lost in the vastness.
I try to weave tapestries
of love, comfort, and desire,
but they seem to unravel
before they reach you.

This isn't the final chapter,
but the erosion is real.
It gnaws at the edges
of my being,
a constant reminder
of the space between us.
In the quiet of the night,
the cold and the loneliness
become a heavy blanket.

I search for the light,
the warmth that once flowed freely,
but a cloak of despair
seems to thicken,
obscuring everything.
My voice, it seems,
doesn't carry far enough,
or perhaps it's the wrong melody,
a dissonance
that may have caused hurt.

I tell you that you are seen,
valued, exquisite, complex.
I whisper of my love,
but the voices of anxiety
in your world
seem to drown me out.
I fear my words
are lost in the noise,
unheard, unheeded.

I long for you to see me,
as I see you.
To feel me,
as I feel you.
To bridge this chasm
that stretches between us.
Tell me the truth,
even if it's the hardest truth.
I need to know,
so I can find my way back,
or find my way forward,
without losing myself
completely.

#loss #relationships #love #poetry #despair #truth

dead poet Feb 1

the devil's grin

desperation grips
the mind, hell-bent on treason;
the devil grins, proud.

#haiku #despair #treason #darkness #desperation #imagery #turmoil #sinister #madness #fate

Ksenija Ostojić Jan 30

My fathers absence

The silence echoes, deep and wide,
Where once your presence used to hide.
A shadow now, where love never lived,
A hollow place, no warmth to give.

In every room, your absence cries,
A thousand questions fill my mind.
Why did you leave? Why can't you stay?
I waited for you, but you’ve turned away.

Your absence leaves a mark so deep,
A longing that I cannot keep.

My father disowned me.

#vent #sad #depression #guilt #despair #cry