
Ache and ease.
This ache is constant
Midas like it mars my life.
Nothing can ease it.

03 Mar 2021 4 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Depression, feeling unwell, Poems, Ronovanwrites Tags: Ache, Depression, ease, love, pain
Ache and ease.
This ache is constant
Midas like it mars my life.
Nothing can ease it.
29 Jan 2021 19 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Depression Tags: Depression, hopelessness, madness
6 years ago I visited a friend in a psychiatric unit : One wall was decorated with the Tree of Hope logo. This is what I saw and felt.
Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.
Angry women strutting
Locked door are shutting
Tempers are fraying.
Any point in praying?
One step forward three back .
Covers for the care they lack.
Man shouting he needs his phone
His eyes ask will he find his way home
Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.
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I wander if that unit has improved in six years. I doubt it … Especially not now with Covid.
10 Oct 2020 16 Comments
in Depression, feeling unwell, Poems, sadness Tags: Depression, Food, Night terrors, stress
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache
It is eating me up inside
Cake might make it subside.
Oh! let me close my eyes
I have had enough of your lies
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache.
I worry so all night
My terrors all take flight
The early hours multiply fears
Soon I shall be drowning in my tears
All is becoming very plain
Worms are eating my brain
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache.
03 Sep 2020 28 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Décima, Ronovanwrites Tags: addiction, death, Depression, Hopelessnes
For this week’s challenge, the word TIP must be one of the D line words. Then the other D line(s) word(s) must rhyme with TIP. I have also used the prompt words from Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge Morrow and Surge.
Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.
If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.
We only get once chance at life
Sadly time is not infinite
This is true though it might sound trite
Why face the morrow filled with strife.
The pens of fate our lives rewrite.
In the morn all our fears will serge
Our hopes and dreams begin to merge.
Over the edge our feelings tip
As into the abyss we slip.
We all dance to Lucifer’s dirge.
03 Mar 2020 10 Comments
in Depression, inspiration, Music, Poems Tags: Depression, escape, life line
I had to leave the party, my head needed a break so I took my shoes off and I stole off to the lake.
The moon was glinting silver on water and there was a fine mist it all looked to beautiful, fresh and angel kissed.
I could hear the music from the party floating on the air the warm gentle night caressed me as I stood alone and peaceful there.
The breeze took up a little and the clouds began to part and such a handsome moon appeared it almost stopped my heart.
I wanted to run up the moon beams I wanted to get way, I need a lifeline to save me. To open my eyes like the moon did just then , open my eyes give me a lifeline and set me free
23 Jan 2020 27 Comments
in #writephoto, Depression, photo prompt, sadness Tags: Depression, Fear, Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt
For visually challenged writers, the image shows the a green and rocky landscape, with a path leading up to a dark-mouthed cave
ENTRANCE
What secrets lie over the threshold
What echos in the dark and cold
Why do I now hesitate
Sealed forever my fate
Decided too late
No point to fight
Less chance flight
In to
Night.
08 Sep 2019 9 Comments
in Depression, Poems Tags: Cinqku, death, Depression, Drowning
Drowning
Nothing left
To struggle for
Such a relief , escape
Freedom.
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A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.
30 Aug 2019 22 Comments
in Depression, Poems Tags: Depression, Ice cold, loss, lost love
All ties, torn and broken I carry my heart in a jar
I search for you, eyes downcast, I follow your scent from afar.
I told you I would do it, rip my heart out for you in a beat
I have cleaned it and pickled it and it is now ready for you to eat.
The wind blows through the forest ice cold it comes from the north.
I no longer feel it’s icy chill as half naked on my quest for you I set forth.
Life’s blood dripping from my wound, my eyes hold a dead glassy stare
My body aches for you my my soul screams out in pain,my hopes go nowhere.
The tiny, tight pleats on my dress reflect the meanness of your being
My bared breast a reminder of my love and nurturing
Free, unfettered there for you to suckle from, and hold
But you have cast me off unwanted abandoned to the cold.
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An old poem of mine, renamed and revamped from 2013.
11 Jul 2019 13 Comments
in Poems, Talking Straight Tags: Codependency, Depression, low self-esteem, pain
There is a viscous little worm inside his head.
Nipping at his consciousness every waking moment.
He’s more bad tempered that a lion that’s not fed.
On self destruction he is bent.
He is sick of being used
Always wants to help, that’s great.
But just ends up feeling abused
When what he does, no one seems to appreciate.
She gets it in the ear
When he is asked to help
The outcome is something for her to fear
She is sick of the cards she has been dealt.
So what can be done
To rectify the situation
In her life there’s just no fun
It’s a case of gloom saturation.
In the end he pushes everyone away
He needs to feel his worth
That’s really her reason to stay
Of selfconfidence he has a dearth.
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
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