The Lighter Side of Despair

Here is a first line 7 syllable and second line 8 syllable poem I wrote for the times.

There is no doubt, I can cope.
There wouldn't be no need to pout.
What's this thing I hear called hope?
I want to cope, but I lost it all.
The lighter side of despair,
Try to uplift myself higher.

Closed myself off from the rest,
I wished, at times, that I could hide.
My blue eyes are wide open,
It's no surprise that I got up.
I didn't fail, I passed the test.
I feel good now, that's for sure.

Moments of joy, laughter, and
Sunshine. Those were the times I thought
Of you, you showed pictures of
A boy, the view was great, the scene
Was good. We'd pretend to use
The mic, singing the songs we liked.

A measure of pleasure is all
Good. A memory is like a
Treasure. Your dreams will hold on to
Good thoughts. We will make a good team
Together. We will be friends
Through thick and thin. We will be there.

Written by Anna Marie Carlson
Preferred Author
Thursday, April 2, 2020
Modified Monday, March 2, 2026