1. The Mask
I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing.
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Published: January 2020
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I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing.
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Yeah, I know depression sucks. I put on a mask, and when I get home I break down, wanting to die. It hurts going through school pretending to be okay, and when someone asks if you're okay,...
What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame?
When you're tired of living and playing this game?
When you know your life is meaningless and you're the only one to blame?
Sadly, nowadays that's how a good bit of the world's population describes how they feel and the thoughts on their emotional state about their life in general. It's sad. It's NOT you it's...
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You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not,
I'm going to stand tall.
This is the best poem that I have ever read in my entire life. I grew up in a family where I had to see my mother being abused by my dad several times since I was five years old. I am 15...
I watch you walk away from me,
And the tears start to fall.
I ask myself a million times,
How did we lose it all?
I lived with my best friend, her husband, and their adorable daughter. I was there when she was pregnant and had the baby. I helped her with the baby, and everything seemed to be going well....
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The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads it eats away
I really enjoyed this poem. It's so very true. We all have certain regrets or circumstances in life we would give anything to change if we could. Sometimes that is just not possible, and even...
In life there are people that will hurt us and cause us pain,
but we must learn to forgive and forget and not hold grudges.
In life there are mistakes we will make,
I've been dealing with issues in my relationship with my husband. We have been married for 6 and a half years, we have 2 beautiful kids together, but come to find out he's been cheating on me...
She took a deep breath.
She counted to three,
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted me to be.
I love this poem, truly touching. It's painfully frustrating how many poems of depression ends up suddenly hopeful or slightly better, always out on a 'good' note where they end up feeling...
Analysis of Form and Technique
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
I lived in an abusive household for the first nine years of my life. Suffering sexual assault, beatings, starvation, all at the hands of the people who were supposed to protect me. When I was...
I am like everyone else
I wonder why no one understands me
I hear the whispers
I hear 'em laugh
I know the feeling. I have been bullied for having a crush on people when I didn't. It happened for almost a year. I thought the next year it will be fine, but they started to bully me again...
Sometimes we see things that aren't meant to be seen.
Sometimes things aren't always as they seem.
Sometimes we need someone to call our own,
Especially when we're alone.
It has been said that life is the most patient teacher. You will be presented with the same experience over and over until you learn the best way to deal with the situation. This is not...
I am a poet writing about my pain.
I am person recovering and trying to gain.
I am your daughter who is trying to learn.
I am your sister who is starting to turn.
I am constantly made fun if and called emo because when I was 12 I tried to hang myself and I used to cut and have scars all up my arms. I was only depressed because my dad and I were close...
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Tell me how to love someone
who doesn't love me back.
Tell me how to respect someone
Dad, you were never home and I rarely ever saw you. When you were, you would only come to pass through. Your stench of alcohol was so strong. When you'd drink, we'd never get along. In your...
I cry myself to sleep at night
Just wishing it would stop.
Maybe tomorrow it will cease.
Then again, maybe not.
Same here! This poem and description relates to me when I was bullied for being German. And maybe because I also suffered from rheumatiod arthrities on top of that. I had freinds in high...
in Anger Poems
You are blind.
You can never see
All the anger built up in me.
I hated life,
I can totally relate. My whole life I thought my parents were in love and that we were a happy family, minus some flaws. But last year, I found out the truth. My parents have been married for...
Nobody knows how different I am
The outside of me is not afraid
Not full of pain, or even ashamed
I smile and all of those ignorant fools believe
Death, pain, sorrow, these are the things that most of us know. Very few of us know what true love is like or have even had a first kiss, yet we've all felt pain, or is it just me who feels...
Take a moment.
Put the worries behind.
Take in the beauty around.
Let it relax your mind.
This makes me feel the opposite of what I feel when I need to finish my hours of homework. This poem is a work of art that makes you feel so centered and calm. If this poem was my stuffed...
Reading this poem makes me realize the years my daughters are going through. They are really enjoying their growing up years playing toys, having fun watching cartoons, and playing on the...
I just wish I could break down,
let it all out, finally be found.
I'm tired of hiding from what hurts;
A very, very nice poem. Thanks for writing and sharing. Sometimes emotions get buried in the heart and refuse to come out. You remain unaware of these buried emotions whether it's pain, hurt,...
Time goes by and slips away
Just as the sky turns from blue to grey.
We are here but only for a short stay.
Don't let life pass with words you never say.
I was touched by this poem because it reminded me of my relationship with my son. He was adopted and loved so very much. I was with him every day. He had his struggles growing up, but I did...
Analysis of Form and Technique
Life may not let me choose my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my choice.
I really loved this poem. It is simple but lovely, the sort of thing you could hand to anyone having troubles with life. The choice is theirs to let things worry them and spoil their lives or...
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