Random Sadness Poems (1,688)

I had a light in my hands
The way was bright and secure
It was an illusion, or a nightmare?
As the time runnes in seconds, minutes and days
I get more and more lost.

Time is running behind me
As all the old clocks had stopped
In that moment of truth, of your last word
One second I felt lost.

I'm going down, more down
I'm falling in to the center of my soul
As I'll become a point, a light
Where from I'll be reborn.

Everyday I search this deserted island
in hopes that I find another person
to share this lonely existence with,
but all I end up with is the same endless solitude.

Sometimes I have visions in my sleep
of the one who will find me
and free me from my isolation,
and it's these visions that help me carry on.

Though I dream of the day I find the one,
this dream is but a castle in the sand
being slowly worn away by the rising tides,
yet I continue to build upon its feeble foundation.

Why do you try to break the broken
Pain follows every word you have spoken
You should bite your tongue before it bites back
Think about what you have instead of what I lack

Peace of mind is hard to find
When your stuck in a world so unkind
I want to break away as far as I can go
Looking for a way I'm hoping you will show
Running on faith it's all that I can do
Please give me strength so I can make it through

The world turns their shoulder
Suddenly growing colder
Pick me up if I get knocked down
Give me reason to smile so I don't wear this frown
Don't leave me here alone I need you around
I got lost to be the one that you found

The lonely forcefield of life
I'm trapped and who has the key
No way to break free

If you love one another
Talk to one another
Surely this is what you believe

But there's no one to talk to
And no one to walk with
I guess only the Lord's company will do

Maybe he wants me to write
About the lonely forcefield of life
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As Soon As I "Rid My Heart"!

While looking in the mirror
my eyes were stunned to see
A person filled with sadness
glaring so hopelessly at me:

I wanted to look away
but it was time I faced the truth
to the world I may seem happy
but in reality I was really blue;

You see there were so many places
I had a desire to go
and there were so many things
I had a desire to do
And I am going to make
those desires come true
"AS SOON AS I RID, MY HEART" of you;

I searched my mind, hoping to learn
why in the first place to you I turned
The answer was bitter, but yet so sweet
I turned to you because I became weak;

This new Revelation has made me strong
I now have the Wisdom to correct my wrong
For now I know where I must look
to regain my self-esteem you took;

I must search my Soul to find the clue;
in order to know what I must do
to finally "RID, MY HEART" of you.

Now when I look in the mirror
I am grateful to see
a person filled with Joy and Happiness,
glaring back at me,

And it is all because I did
what I had to do,
And that was "TO RID, MY HEART" of you.

FROM MY HEART TO YOURS
written by: MJo....
inspired by: Life on a universal scale.

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

I think then I wonder,
I wonder then I know,
I understand then I see,
I accept then I grow,

I love then I cry,
I laugh then I sorrow,
Only live for today,
Could be no tomorrow,

I sing then I dance,
I gaze into the sun,
I yearn deeply for wisdom,
Is The Battle ever won?

Says my soul to my heart,
"This thing must end",
Says my will to my longing,
"No. It must surely begin",

Fiercely I fight The Battle,
I stand here all alone,
No one cries for me,
Nowhere to call home.

The morning sun of the first day
asked you the question
To you - who I am?
There was only silence.
Days passed by, years passed by.

The sun set on the western front
Uttered the question on the edge of the wood -
To you - who I am?
No answer came again.

The mist surrounds the wood,
the moon spread the blanket over it
the cool wind whisper in your ears
To you - who I am?
Silence came the answer...silence, silence, silence.

on the corner of the streets in lay byes they stand
dressed in there rags to riches clutching their mobiles in hand
wondering where there next fix maybe
to escape their termoil of this land

punters come and go they like voultors prey on the volunable woman of the night
these women of ill repute, selling there bodies of there trade
some inocent some wanting fun ,most so volunable

intoxicated on drugs and alcahol, intoxicated they will sleep with any one
for that next fix they rely upon
to get trough there wretched day they toll away selling there bodies and souls to the pimps they know

locked in there daily trade never knowing
if they will be here today ,or gone tommorow
for on the streets they have to borrow
to make ends meet for there illect trade for thats the only work they know

Your solitary begins
when
you hold the hand
of the one
who doesnt know