Sadness Poems (1,688)

When we were young we were not hung upon anything
We could be young and discover
The goodness of life as a song to sing

And then one day the world gave us a pill
And we became ill with so many broken dreams
Instead of today we went in the way of what tomorrow brings

And when we got old we tried to hold
To a glimpse of remembering
Of when we were young and not hung upon anything

Waiting for the sunshine,
Someday it came but didn't shine,
Is it just you?,
Are you losing your mind?, -
You carelessly wonder,
In an abyss being the last climb,
What matters now?,
Make it the last time?, --

A townhouse in town,
The middle of the city of dead,
Life moves on,
As if you are not there, -
You go outside,
They cower,
They hide and they're scared, -
Perhaps they should be?, --

Fearless,
Maybe the scars you bear?,
Fearless,
Maybe the long hair?, --

You go out to eat,
They serve you right away,
Although others were there before you,
They still have to wait, -
You're a kind hearted man,
But not everyday,
Suppose they may know that?,
From the games that you play?, --

Waiting for the moon,
Someday it came but hid behind the clouds,
Is it just you?,
Are you feeling that down?, -
You ignore weather, pain, food,
Closest to the best they would call,
The best way to feel,
Is to feel nothing at all, --

Fearless,
Maybe your dream was born?
Fearless,
Maybe now all is gone?

I might as well be a lonely man
I might as well be sad and blue
I might as well be a lonely man
Cause lonely is all I do

I might as well be a forgotten man
No one thinks of me
I might as well be a forgotten man
Like someone who was lost at sea

I might as well be a broken man
In a thousand pieces or more
I might as well be a broken man
Like the dust you sweep out your door

I might as well sing to a wall
No girl is ever coming around
I might as well sing to a wall
Never be anyone to miss the sound

The night the bard of Stratford died
Ye olden days to which we yearn
now to whom this may concern
those river parts before the sea
are usually taken by degree
a flood can hardly be contained
with darkest sun, and moon that waned
she flew along to meet the tide
the night the bard of Stratford died

The night the bard of Stratford died
the sky turned ugly, open wide
animals hid inside their barns
taverns reeled with horrid yarns
and down upon the cobbled road
the beasts that struggled with their load
said to natures law we must abide
the night the bard of Stratford died

The night the bard of Stratford died
a court was formed, the innocent tried
a priest was called into the room
butcher, baker, bride and groom
and on the morrow we shall see
the tailor make a guilty plea
the judge determined a soldier lied
the night the bard of Stratford died

deep past the arrival of eve's night
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man

He had half a mind he could only write half a song
He tried and tried half would be right half would be wrong
He was always halfway to somewhere then wait to watch the sinking sun
Too bad he couldn't make it all the way there when he was young

He had half a mind and it began to show
Though his heart was full of love and dreams meant to be gold
He only had half the words to say to a girl he loved so
He was always halfway to somewhere so the story goes

You know how it will end with nothing new to know
He worries about half a memory as the sun is sinking low
He seems a little distracted at times when someone says hello
Always halfway to somewhere but no place to go

Its a murky evening here,everything is in ashes
The birds are silent,the water is dumb
The soil is barren,the crops are cropsless.

The sky is dark,the stars are wide a far
The pool is sinking,the thirsty town is drowning
The people are rustic,greedy and illiterate.


The people are rustic,greedy and illiterate
They don't understand poetry,nor the beauty
They don't know the tranquility.

God is dead-muttered Nietzshe
God is unreal-said Marx
God is imagery-noted Charvaka philosophy

But I urge throw off your God
Hate it
And live reasonably.

Pardon me for staring and pardon me for caring
But my adhd falls in love so easily
I hope you understand

Pardon me for dreaming and pardon me for thinking
About you all the time
I know it's one sided and my adhd treats me so unkind

Pardon me for hoping and pardon me for not coping
With my adhd but you're the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen and maybe you will never understand

Sadness cannot be defined
To one, that's heart seems
To have hardened, to and through
The vileness of this World

Sadness overcomes ones soul
To the level of oblivion
Oblivion to, what goes on around,
In this vile and lustful World

Sadness torments the soul,
To the point of despondency,
To the point of losing one's mind,
To the vileness of this World

Sadness can be overcome,
To a greater power than oneself,
For me it's Jesus, God's Son who died to save us,
From this vile World.

I'm lonely today
And I'm thinking to my self
Cause I have to
Cause there's no one to talk to

And I could almost cry
How the years have gone by
I guess I'm in a bad way
I'm lonely today

The fog has rolled in thick and so early
And the morning looks as lonesome as me
I wish the sun would come out and break it up
I would relax a little and sit down this cold coffee cup

This is what happens when thinking to myself
But you see I have to
And the only thing I have to say
Is that I'm lonely today