Most Commented Sadness Poems (1,688)

Was it so recent that life was all bright and full of promise?

It’s all dark now, I can’t see, just shadows of what was, shadows of what could have been.

That bright energy pouring from my soul, a new journey planned but not made, where is it? It’s all faded now, grey is the brightest colour now, I was used to black; maybe grey has its promise.

Simplicity turns to difficulty, am I broken?, no I think not, just fallen deep into a quagmire, I can get out, will take a while to climb from the darkness, If I look up will I see a circle of promising light what if I climb further down?

One special soul could save me from this; I wonder if that kind soul ever will, no problem, I won’t wear sunglasses here, my eyes cannot be seen and I cannot see my eyes.

Do I like this darkness, I feel cold, is it better than being warm?

I’m used to it now, it hides me from view, I’m silent, and I’m darkness.

It’s dark again.

Standing on the outside looking in
Still a stranger after all these years
Of striving to become a friend
Realizing things are not as they appear

Like a wallflower at a dance
Standing on the sidelines hoping
Staring at others as in a trance
But instead with sadness and coping

Going away to lick the wounds
Of disappointment as once again ignored
Moving off to a different room
Striving for emotions to be restored

When all else fails slipping far away
To escape the rejection once again
To come back and try another day
Striving once again to become friends

Kathy Ostrander © November 15, 2017

I rise at six; say a prayer, check my phone,
Go to the kitchen for my fifteen minutes alone,
Drink my first cup of coffee and practice my smile
And pray for the strength to act docile.
"In the children's presence at least dear Father."
Spine straight, head up and smile on Heather.

Eight-thirty I walk through office doors head held high.
Smile in place, game face on and fighting the urge to sigh.
Appropriate greetings, smile, smile and wave.
Trisha, Andy, Mike, Samantha and even that creep Dave.
" Just another day, another act for the almighty dollar."
Man does Amy ever breaks her collar.

Five I shut my computer down and grab my pocket book.
Home I go to prepare dinner; good wives always cook.
A smile on my face I greet the kids and listen to their tales.
He got an A and she got homework about blue whales.
"Please make him be late, dear God I will take any excuse today."
His car is driving up I noted with dismay.

Ten the house is quiet finally but i can't mistake that for peace.
That I will get when mine, his or both heartbeat cease.
Matrimonial duties are the worse these days.
I avoid them in some unconventional ways.
"Forgive me Father for I am about to sin."
My headache will hit as soon as he walks in.

Tomorrow is a new start or that is what I was taught.
Will I get a new start out of this web in which I'm caught.
I hope so was my last thought before sleep came.
My last feeling though was on of intense shame.
"Father forgive me for I have sinned once more."
I moaned loud and hard as he opens the door.

Hearts Throb.
Pensive thoughts,vacant dreams
No memories
Blown away like fallen leaves
to lie dead and forgotten
Selfishness,ego of another
Strikes at the penury of the heart
Depriving her freedom
Keeping her tethered to vows
While she wilts day by day.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
About a friend who suffers silently.

Who, In thy dreaded absence that I fear
will care enough? to dry my sorrowed tear,
Who! will free me from the dark hour'd night
with love, to speed my darkness into flight,
annulling loathsome melancholy,replace bright,
the absent colours,to my once inner sight,
Who! will torch the candle of life's day,
when fate deemed you, from me so fast away,
Who! when velvet clouds no longer kiss the moon,
as darkness upon this earthly light, consume
the short filled days of nature's special bloom,
that shone in May but saw not June,
Who! when impatient time, no longer waits
for the flower that came; but stayed not late,
Who! shall free the heart of anguished sighs,
of sullen silence and brave smiles that cry,
Who! will reveal the tenderness of knowing why,
when searching lofty vapours, with yearning eye
of absent hope, that pains the hours of sleep,
reflecting tears of love, those sad eyes to keep,
Now alas! from ageless time, love's bounty will
fire the days to which we clung
and sing the song that once we sung.

IT'S DRIVING ME, INSANE; FOR IT DOESN'T EASE THE PAIN I FEEL; WHENEVER, I WHISPER YOUR NAME! THERE WAS A TIME, WHEN WE WERE LOVERS; AND WE'D LOOK DOWN, ON ALL THE OTHERS; FOR WE KNEW OUR LOVE WOULD LAST; BUT THAT WAS IN THE PAST! SO NOW; I'M BEHIND THE PLOW; FOR ALL OF MY HOPES AND DREAMS, HAVE FADED; AND ALL EXPECTATIONS, ARE JADED! I WISH YOU WELL, AND ONLY TIME WILL TELL, IF WE MISS EACH OTHERS KISS!
AS FOR RIGHT NOW; I CAN ONLY REMINISCE!

Lost and lonely
Heart is empty
Roams the streets
Looking for peace
Will to live is slowly dying
I begin to pray
Oh God please forgive me my sins
Light the way
Forever in my heart you shall remain

You had nothing left to say
And walked away.
While I stayed.
As two opposite river banks
We’ve been talking to no end -
Me and my pain.

I Hate

I hate the sadness to befriend my verse,
As for the joy it was written and trimmed,
I wrote it and trimmed for the joy, yet observe
Each word shedding sorrow and grief.
Time's passing … as if in a gilded net
Days in dreams of you are wrapped …
Desire as pebble lies on riverbed,
My shoulders are warmed up by wait.
This September in turn is set to pass,
Sadness will melt down like candle,
Cheerless colors will then call to mind
How once I had loved you, how cared…

***
“For what, for what
So much suffering, so many tears?!”-
She thought and came up to window.
She watched
How trees in the street
Farewell bade
To their leftover leaves.

YOU HAD MADE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT.
DROVE ME TO THE EDGE OF INSANITY.
ON THE BRINK OF MADNESS, I DRIFTED ALONE.
FELT BY THE PAIN FROM THE COLD THAT PLAGUED ME.
CRUELTY BECKONS AS THE HATRED STARTS.
FULL OF EMOTION DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL .
LOST IN THE SUFFERING OF A DESERVED FATE .
AND IN MY HEART I AM SO ALONE...

YOU HAD FU*KED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, YOUR EVIL WAS SPUN.
I AM BLEEDING , WITHIN MY SOUL LIES MY HELL .
AND INSIDE MY DREAMS, THE MADNESS SWELLED...

YOU HAVE RAP*D ME, DECIMATING MY MIND.
YOU SAID THAT YOU CARED, BUT YOU LEFT ME BEHIND .
AND WITHIN YOUR DARKNESS, IT'S DEPTHS I HAVE BRAVED.
UPON THIS ROAD I FELL, IN RUINS I FADE...
A KNIFE WAS THRUST SO DEEP INSIDE.
FOR, I HAD TO DIE TO FEED YOUR HIGH.
AND AS FOR MY DEATH WHICH BREATHED FROM YOUR SIN.
WHERE WAS GOD TO HELP, WHEN THERE WAS NO LIFE LEFT WITHIN?...

YOU HAD FU*KED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, YOUR EVIL HAD WON.
AS I WAS BLED, THROUGH TORMENT I DWELLED.
MY CRIES WERE NOT HEARD, IN HELL I'M UNDONE ...

DECIEVED BY ALL THE FALSE PASSIONS TO BEND ME TOWARDS YOUR WILL.
CARESSED BY YOUR DARK NATURE, IT WAS I WHO YOU HAD KILLED.
BETRAYED. BY THE VERY ESSENCE WHICH BURNT SO DEEP INSIDE OF YOU.
CORRUPTED BY LUST TOWARDS PAIN WAS THE PLEDGING OF YOUR WICKED TRUTHS...

SINGING THE RHYME, A TRUTH FOR MY DEMISE.
I COULD SEE THAT HATRED WHICH BURNED WITHIN YOUR EYES.
CONFRONTED BY THOSE BITTER TRUTHS THAT ENTOMED OUR DARK EMBRACE.
CRYING OUT IN FITS OF DESPAIR, FOR THE PRESENCE I HAD FACED...
THE EVIL LIES WITHIN THE HEART THAT YOU POSSESSED INSIDE YOUR CHEST.
FOR THE DEPTHS OF MY AGONY WOULD SEE MY FINAL BREATH.
IN SUFFERING, DOORS WERE OPENED TO BASK INSIDE THIS MISERY.
YES, I WAS THE OFFERING UNTO YOUR DEMON, AND MY SOUL IS SLOWLY DYING...

YOU HAD FU*KED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, LIFE WAS UNDONE.
THIS WAS MY BLOOD, SPILT BY YOUR LIES.
AS I DROWNED IN MY PAIN, I LAYED DOWN TO DIE...

YOU HAD f*ckED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, CHOSE ME FOR FUN.
SCRIPTS WERE LAYED, BURNING ME IN YOUR WAKE.
SHAT UPON MY REMAINS, AS I WAS SWALLOWED BY YOUR HATE...

In the night time he sleeps with lights on
in daylight he sits in the shadow
he spends most of his day wishing
he was no longer living alone.

In the morning he goes downstair's with care
just as he does when he goes on back up
not because hes old and fragile
but because who may be below
or them that might be above.

Though he has nothing much of value
on each door he has several locks
a window he never leaves open
its bolted like a miniture fort knox.

He dreads and fears going out
but who to bring him milk and bread?
but once out another fear beholds him
returning and going in home again.

It's been 18 months since discharged from hospital
the outside bruises have all healed
but never the memory of that horrid night
he was broken into, robbed almost killed.

He still wakens throughout the night
even disturbed by wind and rain
sobs softyly into his pillow knowing
his home and fear has become his ball and chain.

They say there is no place like home
true... but this to you i tell
take whatever measures to keep it that way
before it becomes your prison cell.