Most Commented Sadness Poems (1,688)

THOUGH SHE IS GONE
SHE USED TO TELL ME WHEN WE WERE ALONE
THAT DRUGS GOT NO MEDICINE

THOUGH SHE IS A WOMAN
SHE RAISED ME TO BE A MAN
WHO CAN STAND AND FIGHT ON MY OWN
THAT'S WHY WHEN I WAS A KID
SHE USED TO KNOCK MY HEAD
WARNING ME NOT TO SMOKE WEED
OTHERWISE MY MIND MIGHT SLIDE

THOUGH I AM NOW OLD
I STILL MISS HER INDEED
SOMETIMES I CRY WHEN DAYS ARE WILD
IT'S A DIFFERENT MOOD
CAN'T EXPRESS IN WORDS

THOUGH I AM STILL MORNING
IT REMINDS ME BACK TO THE BEGINNING
WHEN MY LATE MOM INFRONT OF ME CLAPPING
WHILE I TRY TO WALK AT THE SAMETIME TALKING.

FOR MY MOM. 1949-1996

Woke up again this morning, donned my clothes
Trying hard to hide my melancholy
I joined you for breakfast and coffee
And we continued our lie, you and I
You continued to over-shadow unbearably

Every day now it is similar, today is worse
Over a year now has passed
You pretend to be cheery
And so do I, afraid of you now
Our terrible lie, living the lie

I tried to imagine a time, the day, the moment
When we would be in the same room silent
Realizing your moods would cause tension
Tension caused by too little respect
A hatred of me moving forward

I do wish nowadays and have done for a while
As I leave for work sullenly
Dreading the day already,weeping far within
That I had attained my freedom
When we fell apart, that I hadn't given in out of pity

And now, because I long to share my love, my heart
The lie, terrible and unending will cease to be
And I would know the real you bitter and coarse
And you the real me, gentle and lost
Now being outwardly cast, no place to go, no home

But, the lie cannot drag on, for you despise me
It seems you have another, and have had for some years
And uncertainty of any security burdens me
I wasted the love I gave you, will not waste a tear
But I am left with nothing yet again to start a new life

The dreaded truth is it scares me wholly
Trinkets gathered in a lifetime all I have to take with me
A bedsit if I'm lucky, a candle and suitcases three,
Realized too late how long he had wanted
Me there for his advantage, his trinket of convenience

I will not sob for him and his lost soul
My weeping was for me, for my undoing, another failure
As I enter another unwritten chapter of my exhausting life
To find new work, new purpose and share my heart
Trying not to fall apart, head high, I didn't deserve this

Beautiful life, rested on pitiful dreams
Pain so grey, born from the mind’s shallow thoughts
Desires of the heart leading to a soul so green
Envy breeding all that is without joy nor peace

See the lie I spell before my own reflection
Hear the truth that has long seized to matter
The mirror shows all that I hate and spite
Behind the concrete lies a world desired

Below the caste we sit, chiseled by life’s cruel plan
Asking but without much hope of ever receiving
See my lie as I paint it with the redness of my flesh
Inadequate child gave rise to the irate man

I am so sorry I erased this, and I do appreciate the feedback I recieved. I removed it for personal reasons. Please accept my apologees... ShellJack

brushing away the light of distortion
total blackness
well...total blackness for all but one as I
for I am without sight
enabling me to see far past the veneer
well enough to 'try men's souls', if you would
all the layers are peeled back
all is exposed
as that, which they are
as thee, whom they are
that's why you don't see a lot of pretty paintings
...from blind artists
reality is none too pretty
and trust me...I've got a good eye

THE DAY AFTER THE SMILING FACE TO FACE. THE DAY AFTER THE WARM EMBRACE.
THE DAY AFTER THE KISS.
THE DAY AFTER THE GENTLE TOUCH ON HER SKIN.
THE DAY AFTER THE WHISPERS IN HER EAR.
THE DAY AFTER YOU CLAIM YOUR HEART IS HER'S.
THE DAY AFTER YOU LOOK HER IN THE EYE, TELL HER YOUR LOVE FOR HER YOU CANT DENY.
THE DAY AFTER SHE GAVE YOU HER HEART.
THE DAY AFTER SHE GAVE YOU WHAT IS DEAREST TO LOVE IN PART.
THE DAY AFTER YOU PROMISE YOU WILL CALL.
THE DAY AFTER SHE STRUGGLE TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ALL.
THE DAY AFTER A SHATTERED HEART.
THE DAY TO COME IS FOR HER TO MOVE ON.

The children knelt in silence
as the missionary prayed.
The Taliban destroyed their home
where twenty orphans stayed.
" Lord keep us all together,
help to guide us on our way.
Bring this madness to an end,
protect us from the fray."

Pray for All the children
living in war ravished lands
Not ever having known peace,
but only the horrors of war

A lone soldier walked silently through the battlefield

Bodies of comrades strewn about the hills with no life left

To his left, smoke of smoldering fires not yet extinguished

On the right, death and those who would soon join them

Gun hung heavily to his side, shoulders slouched

Destruction surrounding as far as the eye could see

Not a single soul had survived, friend or foe on the field

Though he searched for miles on the fields of death

Onward he walked through disparity and remains

Dragging the white flag of surrender behind him

What was the purpose of this bloody massacre?

When nobody is left to share in a celebration of victory

went in the kitchen
getting something to eat
turned around asked her
what she wants to drink
mother and child
walking down the street
were hit by a car
killed on the scene
all the houses
were lit up in the night
with all the blue and white
gun shots rang out
just down the street
brother and sister got killed
just riding there bikes
no way in no way out
all the cops have moved in
I was horrified
how can this be
I asked my girl
can we turn this off
and watch a comedy

pepole cry,not because they're werk.
it's becouse they've been strong for too long.