Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,686)

i share these tears been hurting for ten years lost in a crowd of cheers locked up in the sadness my friends that are dear my happiness never seems to draw near im tired of these tears

i tried my wholehearted life to make friends always alone in the end tired of people hating me for nothing one day ill finally be something and you'll try to be my friends but ill not know you in that time then as you hurt me now just because of who i am ill not be your friends cant you see my tears fall down like rain because of you im in pain friendship huh ill not go down that road again

my pain is my fortress in sorrow on a raindrop of sadness and hate you hurt me forever that will be my fate every second every day and yes you will piss on my heart as i fall to the ground as i fall down my pain is my fortress in sorrow and missery as tears fall from my face

drifting through my hollow heart sifting through my hated soul looking through my saddest eyes for nothing for pain is my lonely mind dying deep inside pointless world saddest heart

does love exist no love is hate hate is love i am real but i am not you are wrong but you are right so from my hollow heart goodnight

Ny words are the digital wind
weaving their way past porn,
banks, schools, and blogs
and countless other sites
alighting only for a moment
as someone for some reason
chooses to read them
then they are off again
floating in the digital data stream
waiting to be summoned and used
or waiting
for that ultimate second of destruction
when the death of my words will happen
in lightning, a bad drive, or a
cosmic burst of radiant energy
tearing through terabytes of data
like the proverbial hot knife
thus ending my words
like Col. Mustard in the library with the lead pipe

I don't know what
I'm hiding from
right here in plain sight.
Going through the motions one,
on one every night.
Lonely, yet surrounded by
an e-world filled
with friend on friend.
Listening to the single, lonely,
heavy uttered sigh
as I sit with finger poised
yet, too terrified
to hit send...

As the day passes and turns into night
I ask myself, do I continue or continue not?
What path is best for you, best for me? Or, is it just for you…..
Maybe your path is “alone” for now, or maybe it’s “joined”
Either way, it must lead somewhere….the maze must end
Cast aside your fear, your pain and your path will be clear
Take a leap of faith, trusting again
It will be worth in the end
How to teach you, show you trust
Just reach for me and you will see, but remember the maze must end

Your love taught me to grieve
and I have been in need, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal

Your love has taught me, my lady, the worst habits
it has taught me to read my coffee cups
thousands of times a night
to experiment with alchemy,
to visit fortune tellers

It has taught me to leave my house
to comb the sidewalks
and search your face in raindrops
and in car lights
and to peruse your clothes
in the clothes of unknowns
and to search for your image
even…..even…..
even in the posters of advertisements
your love has taught me
to wander around, for hours
searching for a gypsies hair
that all gypsies women will envy
searching for a face, for a voice
which is all the faces and all the voices…

Your love entered me…my lady
into the cities of sadness
and I before you, never entered
the cities of sadness
I did not know…
that tears are the person
that a person without sadness
is only a shadow of a person…

Your love taught me
to behave like a boy
to draw your face with chalk
upon the wall
upon the sails of fishermen's boats
on the Church bells, on the crucifixes,
your love taught me, how love,
changes the map of time…
Your love taught me, that when I love
the earth stops revolving,
Your love taught me things
that were never accounted for
So I read children's fairytales
I entered the castles of Jennies
and I dreamt that she would marry me
the Sultan's daughter
those eyes..
clearer than the water of a lagoon
those lips…
more desirable than the flower of pomegranates
and I dreamt that I would kidnap her like a knight and I dreamt that I would give
her necklaces of pearl and coral
Your love taught me, my lady,
what is insanity
it taught me…how life may pass
without the Sultan's daughter arriving

Your love taught me
How to love you in all things
in a bare winter tree,
in dry yellow leaves
in the rain, in a tempest,
in the smallest cafe, we drank in,
in the evenings…our black coffee

Your love taught me…to seek refuge
to seek refuge in hotels without names
in churches without names…
in cafes without names…

Your love taught me…how the night
swells the sadness of strangers
It taught me…how to see Beirut
as a woman…a tyrant of temptation
as a woman, wearing every evening
the most beautiful clothing she possesses
and sprinkling upon her breasts perfume
for the fisherman, and the princes
Your love taught me how to cry without crying
It taught me how sadness sleeps
Like a boy with his feet cut off
in the streets of the Rouche and the Hamra

Your love taught me to grieve
and I have been needing, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal

She sat with fear in her eyes
Contemplating the upturned cup
She said 'Do not be sad, my son
You are destined to fall in love'
My son, Who sacrifices himself for his beloved,
Is a martyr

*
For long have I studied fortune-telling
But never have I read a cup similar to yours
For long have I studied fortune-telling
But never have I seen sorrows similar to yours
You are predestined to sail forever
Sail-less, on the sea of love
Your life is forever destined
To be a book of tears
And be imprisoned
Between water and fire

*
But despite all its pains,
Despite the sadness
That is with us day and night
Despite the wind
The rainy weather
And the cyclone
It is love, my son
That will be forever the best of fates

*
There is a woman in your life, my son
Her eyes are so beautiful
Glory to God
Her mouth and her laughter
Are full of roses and melodies
And her gypsy and crazy love of life
Travels the world
The woman you love
May be your whole world
But your sky will be rain-filled
Your road blocked, blocked, my son
Your beloved, my son, is sleeping
In a guarded palace
He who approaches her garden wall
Who enters her room
And who proposes to her
Or tries to unite her plaits
Will cause her to be lost, my son…lost

*
You will seek her everywhere, my son
You will ask the waves of the sea about her
You will ask the shores of the seas
You will travel the oceans
And your tears will flow like a river
And at the close of your life
You will find that since your beloved
Has no land, no home, no address
You have been pursuing only a trace of smoke
How difficult it is, my son
To love a woman
Who has neither land, nor home