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Angel's Light

I’m the light that resides inside you
As long as you believe in me
I will never be the one to fade
This flame ignited in honesty
Burns too deeply to diffuse
I’m never lost by your side
Don’t cut me from your sight
Don’t break down and hide
Patience heals under broken wings
Pause time and let it pass us by
I must be the one this rested on
But even angels know how to cry

Love’s coil of pleasure and pain
Pushes hearts to strive for fame
Once your conquest is reached
Your void remains the same
Suffer all that silence brings
Loneliness makes you incomplete
Memorize the missing piece
In return for this heart to compete
When you don’t know how to choose
You have nothing left to prove
Doubting the promises you contain
The only burden you can’t remove

Before another day is wasted
Will you surrender your defense
Time is careless and unsteady
Distorted choices don’t make sense
Our worth increases in absence
For your irrational peace of mind
Wearing sorrow to fill the emptiness
Unlock the door to what you’ll find
As your heart is left standing still
Exposing truth to your need
Words trapped in your head
Fragile scars causing us to bleed

Bring your dreams into my light
I would never lead you wrong
Take my hand and believe in me
Faith has been there all along
I’ll plant your feet on solid ground
Shine on what you’re searching for
Listen to your heart beat collapse
I possess the power to restore
As the pain heals under broken wings
Pause time and let it us pass us by
I must be the one this rested on
But even angels know how to die
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Posted: Aug 2011
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Sutdog

Time

Time
Time taken away, should have stayed
can't go on living this way
Left for places far away to buy the time to spend with you for days
the harder I worked the quicker I could be there for you
But time, passes, and slowly it seems,
time is catching up on me
moved back home to see you every weekend
still no time, always a rush

Daddy come play with me,
Its time for bed son maybe in the morning before your gone,
again out of my life,
your voice twinkles when I hear you through the phone
The time that I Had now has gone

washed away with my tears
and all these years stuck in the Vally
But Daddy Didn't see you enough when he lived in Iowa
so even though there were no jobs here
I came back to have Time with you.

The days now go on forever and the nights seem perpetually dark
to much time, to much alone since you've been gone.
eight hours away, my baby boy, I'll be with you soon
please understand it may be months, maybe a few
Saint Louis is the start point to get me back to you.
I love you with all my heart.
MY BABY BOY
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Written for my son
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Umakemesmile56

No Title

As I lay in bed
You stuck in my head
Cant stop thinking of you
An all the things we use to do
I smile I cry
I sit here an lye
I say im fine
But some times I just wanna die
Its so hard to believe
That you really had to leave
I think of you everyday
All the words you would say
I wish I could see you
I really don’t know what to do
So lost without you
I just miss you my boo boo
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
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Posted: Aug 2011
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jay1984

dump on christmas

i was having a great time till i know that was ending my life is done i thought i was going to die being dump on christmas eating turkey and ham never thought i hear its over from my gf mouth i was being dump on christmas day
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
my ex dump me on christmas day
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MaxxHeart25

Against the bricks

Individuals faced with adversity even those we deemed the best,
The ones behind the walls who are afraid to emotionally invest.
Not because they can't but rather afraid to do something out of one's control,
People of all kinds exist behind the walls even as I place my head against the wall's soul.
The people on the other side trying to save the souls who have come to feel lost,
Cause the world will never see the brilliance that lies beneath their frost.
So here we stand against the bricks with no place to go but in white and black,
Even as the outsiders strike at the weakest part without leaving even a crack.
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Posted: Sep 2011
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wisemandy

Before I Lose My Eyesight

Before I lose my eyesight,
I want to see the greatest wonders
on the Earth.
I want to see the ocean
which has no borders,
the Himalaya,
which is the closest place to Heaven
and the volcanoes
which connect us with Hell.
I want to see the footprints of dinosaurs
who had their time of fame,
and the tiny insects, able to fly,
who survived the dinosaurs.
I want to see the tools of the earliest humans
who did not know what they were fooling with.
I want to see the dolphins
who are happy playing and entertaining.
I want to see everything worth seeing.

But most importantly,
before I lose my eyesight
I want to see you from every angle -
I want your beauty to burn into my brain,
to be my very last piece of visual memory,
staying with me
forever.
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
I have problems with my eyes, I see more and more poorly.
I have just posted this poem to an international literary forum:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/irodalom/message/10103

It would be nice to find a friend who would be willing to
help but I dount I will find one.
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arose1791

Battlefield

So longing turns to honest reflection
The bright dawning of day
For once upon a time two people met
Not one honest with the other
Ones fancy lead to the others disgrace

He danced the dance a time or two
Only to his own heart be true
Not seeing what was before him still
Pointing out the discord of others that played
He stood apart from the battle where hearts layed
His battle scorn heart protecting that which lay within
Not looking deep to see one’s own sin

She ponders the thought of what she did
Knowing full well her reflection hid
Afraid to say no to his lead the empty destruction of his heed
Wanting only to share in the light, darkness fell upon the delight
She knew deep within the fiery darkness he lay
She was weak to the sorrow sin for her own battles lay within
She walked into the evil guile believing only in goodness desires

So evil had its way bringing down two hearts for what they portrayed
Scorn and dislike lay in its wake, it is not enough to be true to you
Life is too short to live in your own glory
Accept your part in the battles that play, for you were as much apart of the fray
All the blame cast upon the other once again
It is hard to see one’s own part but this we must not depart
Accept one’s own faults in the stumbles of the dance
I have and will tho shame bears its part, be honest with your dealings with me
Be honest with your part for the battlefield reflects the bloody depart
Of a war between and within thyself is clear to see
The gun was lifted, loaded and shot
The marching came upon the doorstep you entered
The blood was taken from the saber tongue
To kill all peace within once again
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Posted: Oct 2011
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Unknown

rain

....and slowly
the rain comes down.
soft and steady
cool upon
the bareness of my heart.
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Posted: Oct 2011
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Unknown

What I Know

will i ever know what awaits me,
in the far off years to come,
will i ever know what to fear,
or is it all over and done,

i have acted worse than i should,
and will never pay the full price,
but i have done better than most,
but still in treated like mice,

i need a heart, not for selfish ways,
but to replace mine, or just that empty hole,
for i gave it to one, it is now lost,
but at least i had her soul,

i know im not the best, in fact pretty bad,
but at least im one who cares,
but i know one day ill find the one,
one day ill find my pair.
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Posted: Oct 2011
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Unknown

futureless world

i am from the places where fathers are gone
and mothers are hardly home,

where dustbins are filled up with heroine needles,
where drug lords are idles,
where junkies are viewed as role models

where the substance is part of daily waters,
where weed is sold like ciggars

i am from where theres less possibities,
where little daughters lose their virginities,

lack of employment force'em to prostitution,
i am from where they still practice public execution...

where crack raises kids as part of the streets

where i am from is where no man have been,
less of those who survived have seen.
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
this is a simple poem, where the author expresses anger towards the pain of his background... during this time, he himself faced hardship, because he had to make hard decisions
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