Most Commented Sadness Poems (1,688)

never lose sight of light
even as pearls of tears falling off your face
painted walls of torture and pain
silk and honey rubbed on your skin
to be scraped off by the tongue of the gods
enthralled as your master
if only to spare your agony
but you know
nothing exist between you and your dreams
promised of a gold filled tomorrow
now rest on your skills
blow and suck and let them lick your petals
ah if only you know you've been fooled
used and worn like those linens
now crumpled on your feet
how long will it be, when you realize
they will get away with these crimes
while you lay rotten, shamed and beaten
and no one heard of your screams
because their weapon and defense
is encrypted in our silence
the never ending game
afforded by money and fame

and as you lay weak and dying
you have become nothing
just a piece of a** bought and paid for

by these masters of evil
we call: the guardians of our lost souls.
if only you knew.

Golden threads of memory of you
Keep running through my mind,
Thinking of the times we shared
Keeps you still alive within my heart

Everyday I miss your smile
Though I see it in a frame
But no one ever can replace
The sweetness and comfort it brought;

My heart still bleeds in silence
Silent tears still flow
What it was to lose you my baby
Only I ever know.

Losing you was unbearable
And still it is the same,
I keeping searching for answers
That no one but God can explain;

Your Memory is a beacon
That guides me through this lonely life
It is a precious keepsake
Embedded in my heart.

Death is a mystery,it tears loved ones apart,
But one thing I know for sure
God has you in his arms,
I have you in my heart.

I know we'll meet again someday,somewhere
Beyond the blue,
Till then I'll find the strength
To live through each lonely day.

deep in thought
sitting on a ledge
with a piece of bread
waiting for the water
wondering if the doves will fly
or the pigeons will die
holding on every breath
watching the moon
singing a tune
listening too the waves
but the water never comes
so i'm going home
but saw the pigeons fly
then realized
the doves had died

Throughout my own self destruction
I have made some clear observations
While lying down with a broken spirit
Just to see if there is more to me
As Im still coming down
Without chance to uplift me
But I need more then wings to fly

Its difficult to not feel a little bit disappointed
as I wonder
When I am lying here naked at the bottom of this fall
Will I look up and see there was no one there at all


*JJF*
4/14/2013

blasting klaxons burst out
noise clambers all around
pollution fouls the air

screeching brakes
petrol fumes harsh
engines revving

tall dank buildings
shutting out the light
sidewalks full of trash

smog choking
filthy windows
grime covered walls

people rushing
pushing, shoving
heading nowhere fast

dirt and filth everywhere
people teeming like bugs
this is civilisation?

I have always been that rock of granite.
Was always that go to guy to talk to.
Now I feel all alone on this decaying planet.
Looked to reassurance of something true.
You denied what was all important.
Something to give me strength was you!
That explains my sad rage and rant,
As those I've helped just won't come thru.
I needed encouragement to let me know,
There was someone that really cared.
It would have energized me so
And I would have been a rock quite
unimpaired.
I have always been a batholith of stone,
Stately shining at the canyon's wall.
Compassion and advice to set the tone,
Encouraging all to reach to be so tall.
Now the weathered cracks shatter.
The shards sloff off like old redundant skin.
From the manmade frozen ice and water,
It often seems that I just can't win.
The granite crumbles to the valley below
And slowly exposes my inner core.
I sincerely wish that you would know...
In fact I must compassionately
emplore.
I never meant to bother or hurt you.
I just really,really needed you to show,
That there was certainly proven true
Someone real to make me know,
So I could be your rock again.
I could be attached to something real.
I would then always be your friend.
Had to know it was not surreal.
Now as my inner soul becomes exposed
I pray it is durable granite, not fragile slate.
For though I be a mass so composed
Must endure the reality of
my fate.

Oh, I dread farewell long before it is bade,
It is felt as a sting, shows as mark on the face,
Feels as pain in the eyes, in the quiver of voice,
Oh, I dread farewell, wish we never have met.

If we meet any time I shall stop on my way
And pretend I am well, make a showy display.
Ask about your life, show a real concern,
You may think with regret I have come to myself.

After parting with you I will stop for a while
To recover my breath, to consider awhile,
Check myself on the point not to follow your steps,
Oh, I dread farewell long before it is bade.

SAD

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MAD

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LONELY

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DOWN

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WHY ?

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Can't Forget

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Can't Forgive

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So WHY ?

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Can't Help myself

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Im Fallin' Deaper

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JUST WHY ?

Can a man change? Can he learn from his mistakes? And from the long quiet nights, sleepless he remains awake? With rain on his window sills; trees fighting in the wind; pictures on the walls watch him with sweat bursting from his skin. The covers on the bed hides his face, as he peaks from underneath, cold chills run through his body causing a chatter in his teeth. The lights dancing on the wall, the pictures flashing in his mind are just memories of his deceased mother saying it's only a matter of time.

Can a man's heart cry; cry endlessly for help? He's just longing for the feeling of love and security he never felt. He's just playing the cards he's dealt, no one takes him by the hand, no one wipes away his tears, no one helps him with his plan. No one cares if he lives or die saying "oh he's just a misguided light", covered up by the blinds and curtains he's barely noticed at night. With on hand bounded by the cuffs, the other reaches for his goals. He's between a rock and a hard place, his foundation is a sinking hole.

He grabs the rope of salvation, as he holds on for dear life, he watches it all pass him by; as his struggle become a fight. Now life gives everyone else a peach and hit's him with a pear. He opens the door of opportunity, and look, nothings there.

Polly wanted love so much
she saw all the other girls chased by boys
smiling..holding hands....kissing (gulp!)
folks barely spoke to Polly
and especially not boys
she crept through life as an embarassment
a silent mass of skulking apology
her stiff legged teetering strides
left observers shaking their heads
she could rarely bring herself to look another in the face
....never in the eyes
her face always appeared as though frozen
her eyes an empty void
almost lacking life
blank of all emotion, except one...
fear...trepidation...dread
her mind a whirling nest of confusion
she had little family
her mother died in chidbirth
...Polly's birth
her fire and brimstone preacher father
had nothing to offer Polly but guilt
paralyzing her every thought and move
so she learned not to do much of either
she had no brothers or sisters
left isolated to live the hell...
her father was always ranting about avoiding
he tendered no warmth, no love
leaving her cramped alone in a cold miserable space
today is April 1st...Polly's birthday
her eighteenth, though no one would notice
but on this spring day
in her final year of high school
she became aware of something...different
in class that day, there was a new student...a boy
he acts like a shy, quiet person, she mused
later, as she sat alone during lunch break
she noticed that someone was standing beside her
it was the new boy at school!
as his voice cracked he stuttered...
'may I, um, um, sit at this table, um, with you?'
Polly was unable to breathe
til at last she squeeked out 'uh, uh, okay'
he sat down across from her
never raising his vision from his food on the table
he spoke 'uh my name is uh, Paul'
Polly's head was reeling...
a boy was sitting with her, talking to her
she muttered 'uh huh', then was taken mute
staring glassy eyed straight down before her
her heart beating as if to burst!
but not another word passed between the two
Paul ate his meal, then stood up, hesitated for a moment...
then silently, merely strode away
Polly's downward stare was transfixed...her food half-eaten
Paul and Polly never spoke to one another again
it was over...between them