Despair Poems
Song Of The Open Road
by Walt Whitman
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
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Inchcape Rock
by Robert Southey
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.
Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flow’d over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
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Carry On
by Robert William Service
It's easy to fight when everything's right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It's a different song when everything's wrong,
When you're feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:
Carry on! Carry on!
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Life
by Charlotte Brontë
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
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In Spite Of War
by Angela Morgan
In spite of war, in spite of death,
In spite of all man's sufferings,
Something within me laughs and sings
And I must praise with all my breath.
In spite of war, in spite of hate
Lilacs are blooming at my gate,
Tulips are tripping down the path
In spite of war, in spite of wrath.
"Courage!" the morning-glory saith;
"Rejoice!" the daisy murmureth,
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Another Doctor, Another Revolving Door
by Darris van-Hoxen
What’s the point
if I told you a you
was elsewhere—
not quite you,
not quite I,
just remnants
of someone else.
And with another brain—
not my own—
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Blue Nude : Pablo Picasso: 1903 : Ekphrasis
by Ghairo Daniels
she rose from depths of his despair
followed an artistic youthful
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blue black curled ~ full grown
fleshy of fairer s _ x
yet u n w a n t e d em
bry
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Churches by Shalin Sinha
by Shalin Sinha
The silence hums beneath the vaulted sky,
a breath held by stone, too sacred to sigh,
Pews sit empty, ghosts of prayer remain,
echoes whisper where voices once did reign,
The air is thick, like dust on forgotten words,
a stillness that trembles, unseen, unheard,
In this hallowed hush, time dares not bend,
only shadows linger, with no end,
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Ode to Despair
by Igor Vykhovanets
A Fool's Saint
There’s saints for all —
For fishers too!
But fools stand tall,
Their plight askew.
Their numbers reign,
No saint in sight!
Yet once again,
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"The wind carries no scent."
by Dylan Wu Rong
It was not the first day,
I do not know if it would be the last.
Somewhere I hope it to be,
but I keep telling myself I do not.
The spring leaves are grey,
the blossoming flowers look wilted.
the water of the river have gone still,
there is no mound in the soils.
In this vast open space,
surrounded by the great north mounts,
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