Best Desperation Poems

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A speck that would have been beneath my sight
On any but a paper sheet so white
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As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
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it
takes
a lot of
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Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling
Bodies to unite in one blest whole--
Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic
By which soul rejoins its kindred soul!
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In a wayward adventure in curiosity —
lured away from savvy of cooler judgment,  
he oversteps the bounds of reality 
into a state of altered awareness.
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- New Orleans, November 1910

Four weeks have passed since I left, and still
I must write to you of no work. I've worn down
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A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
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FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,
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A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold,
Enough to make one's blood run cold;
Concerning four fishermen cast adrift in a dory.
As I've been told I'll relate the story.
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Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
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I

Winter is long in this climate
and spring--a matter of a few days
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I loved thee; and perchance until this moment
Within my breast is smouldering still the fire!
Yet I would spare thy pain the least renewal,
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collapsed in tears of pain
so lost in heavy confusion
how did things get so messed up
Please help me now is all i can say
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THE FIRST BOOK

I, WHO erewhile the happy Garden sung
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
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When the desperation hit
When the people cried in the streets
When everything felt at loss
Hope stayed, even though fleaing would be easier
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I.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand:
I saw from out the wave her structures rise
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I met an old man
he ought to know
and he said,
"If you love her let her go."
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I have never been to Africa
I have only seen programs on TV

Verdant jungles teeming with wildlife
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A.

Almighty and all-merciable Queen,
To whom all this world fleeth for succour,
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Fear, like a living fire that only death
Might one day cool, had now in Avon’s eyes
Been witness for so long of an invasion
That made of a gay friend whom we had known
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My heart eager for things unknown
Unknown but wanted but needed
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Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric
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By Sidney and Clifford Lanier.

[Not long ago a certain Georgia cotton-planter, driven to desperation
by awaking each morning to find that the grass had
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Confessions Of Krishna - 3

I heard your voice entranced
But couldn't see you in the mist
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[Excerpt: from v.125 to v.152]
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He had paid
no attention

to the smell
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i picture stepping outside in the frosty air
the wind cracks my face like sidewalk cement
on the other side of the street there's a pale man
begging for coins under the light that shines above him
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The words
come to me

demanding to be
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Mysteries in the mist...
mysteries in the mist...
mysteries in the mist...
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I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,
Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth:
In my own land, I'm in a far domain:
Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief
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Dead headed
Thunderstruck
Lurching by the
Whining wires
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He pitches a higher octave the inner song of desperation
While his fiancee on picnicking with her violin.
She fiddles to another heart a different tune
And the blind sees her secret whereabouts.
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Oasis of love—
delight of my heart!
Timidly,
emerging from my memories…
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In Feb 1902, Albert packed up and moved to
Bern -The capital dream city of Switzerland.
He was optimistic and determined to make
Things work and change for the better.
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Drifting out of sight, fading into the night.
Times of frustration and depression.
An uncomfortably disturbing state of mind deriving from the darkness...
Thrown into a state of intense stress and desperation, how can I ease the pain in my aching heart?
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PARALLEL LINES DO NOT MEET.
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Life can be merciless, heartless, careless
And ruthless, just in the process of finding happiness,
Like nature's fleeting bloom,
Winter of our times is like an empty room
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It's a situation
all too familiar:
sitting at this keyboard
getting sillier and sillier,
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Life is full of questions
Life is full of intentions
Life is full of frustration
Life is full of hesitation
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IT was a beautiful and silent day
That overspread the countenance of earth,
Then fading with unusual quietness,--
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The man who rightly acts without coercion
Will not be grieved, can never wholly sink in wretchedness;
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And when I held together my bones
By the pull of a leather belt with buckle
A symbolic leaf of Adam still I felt
The nakedness in nature on my shoes
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The quiet wait, contemplate,
the scene- everything it contains,
The mundane, the magic,
the vibrant, the apathetic-
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Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing;
I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod;
The rich loam upturning I gathered them squirming,
big, fat, gleamy earthworms, all ripe for my rod.
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i carefully place
myself on the pyre of
dreams that desert me
from time to time...
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I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways
Which people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--
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Love unrequited is a crushing yoke;
but if you see love as a game,
a trophy,
then unrequited love’s absurd, a joke-
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You are rumpled, distorted by every pain
And shake with the discord of all melodies,
You burst harp - a poor heart,
From which gloom's sick flowers bloom.
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I wait and I wait to here what you say
Wonderin' when you're gonna answer me
I sit and I sit all through the night and the day
Still wondering when you're gonna answer me
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I step outside
Under a confused sky
A strom seems to be abrew
And the elements whisper to me
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The colored pictures which life paints,

I see them gloomily only by twilights,

Like frizzy distorted shadows, cloudy and cold,

Hardly born, already defeated by death.
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Have you ever had this horrid ordeal:
listening to a learning-musician feel …
his or her way through a new selection, ]
striving every H O U R to reach music-perfection?
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I
Une Idée, une Forme, un Etre
Parti de l'azur et tombé
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Shalvy Mulberry:
Martyr of letters,
Rainbow in the dark!
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My early childhood years,
learning years, scary years,
fear of failure, fear of bullies,
some success, small delights.
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My feet in the sand.

The shoreline
Of a beach,
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laying at the bottom of a dark abyss
crying out, pleading in desperation
up from these ashes i hope to rise
fighting to emerge from this deep pit
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THUS the men discoursed together; and meanwhile the mother
Went in search of her son,--at first in front of the dwelling
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“No, Mary, there was nothing—not a word.
Nothing, and always nothing. Go again
Yourself, and he may listen—or at least
Look up at you, and let you see his eyes.
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when you sing the sweet melodies
mine will be the discordant voice
hold you by the scruff of the neck
repeatedly shaking the conscience
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``Why do I bid the rising gale
To waft me from your shore?
Why hail I, as the vultures hail,
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Depression's Desperate Name


How hard my heart does reel!
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From somewhere deep within my being
The shadow of desperation harbors doubt
And my usual optimism is shaken
But, I pray, it is still intact
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'It really is a shame...'

He thought as he sat on the edge of his bed,
Face buried and hidden in his hands
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There fell in the heart of the sea the image of the moon in the sky
There rose in the heart of the sea waves of desire for reaching the sky
The passionate waves' ambition grew for a hug of the beauty so high
The helpless waves, unable to rise so high, rolled down in desperation
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Sensation...
I need in desperation
with your lips I adoringly trace in my deep imagination,
inch by inch...slowly...feel it's softness dry in sweet aspiration
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An uprising evolved in a far away place
with people of a totally different race.
We don’t understand their plight,
they have a very different fight.
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Oh the full moon shone bright that night.
when all I could see was a silhouette in sight.
I stared and glared to make some sense,
of the darkness slowly approaching the old picket fence.
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I am like a ship
Loaded with a freight of grief
The wind guided me
To a large stable anchor
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“Whether all towns and all who live in them—
So long as they be somewhere in this world
That we in our complacency call ours—
Are more or less the same, I leave to you.
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Yes, I listened and I got the answer
How many times we said goodbye before realizing
the effects of what we have done so misleading?
How many words have been dropped and written
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The hollow winds of night no more
In wild, unequal cadence pour,
On musing fancy's wakeful ear,
The groan of agony severe
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Weddings in days of war,
false cheating comfort,
those hollow phrases:
'He won’t get killed...'
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As roam'd a pilgrim o'er the mountain drear,
On whose lone verge the foaming billows roar,
The wail of hopeless sorrow pierc'd his ear,
And swell'd at distance on the sounding shore.
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It was nineteen sixty nine
October twenty nine to be exact,
She appeared there on the scene
At Asha Sadan in a coastal town
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The wind of silence has become a wind of violence
Guns for war, guns for ones own protection
For some satisfaction, for others lack of affection
Children playing Russian roulette with their feet
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Whose message is this in your poem
And for whom your heart conceives love

Eyes have dried up after continuous tears
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Iseult stands at Tintagel
on the mid stairs between
light and dark symbolism
Does she stand for phonic
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If only the world was all love and happiness
Like tides rose and fell
Never a sign of sorrow
The paths of light never narrow
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I

I submit before thee my Lord
This sacred bead of Rudraksha
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My Friends are
Rainbow of my life, seen sometimes, delights everytime.
Stars of my life, shows me path whenever I got lost.
Rain of my life, gives joy everytime.
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Where would we be without God’s blessing of love
Lonely, miserable, desperate and sad.
Love provides purpose for both body and soul
And gives reason to be thankful and glad.
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When the pangs of separation
Had taken the heart in desperation
The thought of the finality of being
The first hospitality in the dark
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Oh the vunerabilities of we mortals...
Influenced by the way the changeable wind blows...
Hurt to the core by the closing of my friends doors...
Oh so hurt-by the New York Rose;
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The earth rumbled
Buildings by the dozen tumbled
With the hundreds trapped under the debris
Wailing like the proverbial banshee
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This is all I can say
about the suicide,
the attempt
to end my wretched life.
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Give me back
Wednesday, July 25,2018
5: 23 PM
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A birth amid colourful celebration
A festival of glamorous expectations
An end of a prolonged anticipation
A birth in everybody's gratification
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Dance, Dance Dance
everywhere,
When I look at the sky,
I see the clouds dance
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1.
Experience.
I am heavy
with experiences,
fruits on a tree
whose trunk is thick now.
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I walked by and the sun disappeared
shadow-fixed
by massive ego
emanating from some where indistinct.
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In the remote clouds afar
On the sharp line of the hill
Heavy showers of rain
On the pane of windows
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Bring in
Tuesday,7th May 2019

Bring in
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Here, where all flowers
shrivel and wilt,
where all saints become
beggars and thieves,
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in my desperation to catch a dream
i assumed wings to catch that
eluding dream...
everywhere my vision is blurred by
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When I went to orphan house I met lot of children
They didn't see their mother nor did their Father
They don't know about god and his kingdom
Yet, in their life frustration, irritation and annoyance dances
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It was a Devi temple
In my native town
Where I had the darshan of the Devi
The Mother of the Universe
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Love in my eyes
Saturday,22nd December 2018

Yes, you are meant for me
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Anchor the boat
Friday,6th August 2021

Never shall remain it broken
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Salutations, father of my nation, salutations.

Leaving these flowers at the feet of thy statue
I stand bowing in front of it in silent adoration
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