Despair Poems

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
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Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
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When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
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Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
No question was asked me--it could not be so !
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try
And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.
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Self lost in obsessive agony,
Your primal curiosity - a burning ferocity,
The raging fire consumes your dignity,
And shame put to slumber.
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Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
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Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams.
To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,
and their tyrants come, many times before.
When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose
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Who is he?
A railroad track toward hell?
Breaking like a stick of furniture?
The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?
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Art thou abroad on this stormy night
on thy journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
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I'd like to call this the ballad of my sad romance,
When love goes wrong and at every turn there is a breaking point, emptiness and despair, I'd like this to be my sad and bad Romance, you took my soul with you. When you get back from the hell you left me for please remember to return my soul so I can bring it back to the pits of despair and bandage it up so we can one day be used again
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The despair of nothing to write
Except writing about nothing to write
The despair of repetition
Of saying again and again
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I scooped hoops of hope in my hand
By volition took a stand
In spite of struggles I fought
To bring despair and its flare to nought.
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With despair all around
Even a little Hope sparks life
It becomes Elixir to revive
That dead vein in the heart's strife.
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die Poesie der Verzweiflung or the vociferations of an empty body
. . . I seek the debris of my body strewn across the beaches of despair, left leg existing only on paper, belly and underbelly in disarray, hands stinking of the merchandise and my barks not even reaching the ankles of this sky deprived of electricity, meaning that I cheat life which grips me by the jaw, meaning that I serve as backdrop to my garbage-bag fate, frog fate, toad fate, kipelekese fate, tchanga medesu fate . . .

. . . perhaps (in hope of some kind of salvation) I should whimper and re-whimper in D-minor like my grandma's last goat: buum, buum, buum . . .
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Out of despair for love that has not
matured Out of despair for death
that has already planned me Out of despair
for sex that weighed us down Out
of despair for man who is only
misery Out of despair for time that
is only dust Out of despair for
art that did not visit Out of des-
pair for the soul that was not
found. Out of despair for the self that
knew only shame. Out of des-
pair for suicide that is only an
alibi Out of despair of the world
an illusion Out of despair where to
bury oneself? In study out of forgetfulness
in debauchery by misfortune but
in the sea to wash
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To despair of God
Is to despair of myself
It is to despair about all those I love and care about
It is to despair about all of humanity
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Oh Despair has come again
Not in winter or in summer
But in most beautiful spring
Everything flowering outside
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When in depths
Of despair
I am blind
To the light
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Do not think for a moment that I abandoned
quotidian reality because of despair...
No, despair is not my answer, and never will be -
but despair has haunted me, tripped me when I was
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