Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,686)

When I die, bring my corpse to her,

And leave me there, or what of me remains.

If my love will kiss my rotting lips

And I should come to life, don't think it strange.

Curses fall from your lips, and the moon smiles.

Those curses come from rubies forged in fire.

Curse again, your words caress my heart

Like a breeze that stirs the petals of a flower.

Life is a drop of pain
softened by the monsoon rain
My heart is heavy as the rain in the clouds…
the winds detach the flowers
from every mourning tree

The gloomy clouds on a monsoon night…
The sky seems so far in the darkest blue..
Neither glittering stars nor the shining full moon…
The clouds is crying and hiding the moon
In this numbing night
lightning flashes and the thunder blooms
Tonight, rain is all that I need
falling rain, falling to ease my pain…
and I give you myself
as you rain on me
I’m dissolved in the tear of sorrow

For sitting here i was waiting
for so... long.
For, but a five minute conversation.
How does this happen to be.
This way for me.
Waiting seems to be a regular
thing here.
You never get in right away.
You have to stay until it's done.
Watching each person come out
out...... one by one.
Until it is your turn.
Thank God for the end is near.
Thanks for this place
in my rear view mirror.

Surrounded and yet alone
walking among faces of stone
They speak without a sound
Nor bicker or moan but, reflect
volumes of epic stories
singing in silent tones

I consider the face I carved
for myself that stares at me
within the looking glass
I see nothing but lines of time
and memories of shattered dreams
like a shadow over a mountain pass.
As I gently wipe my tears pretending
I have to laugh.

As faces come and go pretty and crass
Some disguised with clever masks
Yet the lonliness deep within hides in darkened
chambers as echoes of hopeless mutterings
scream to the deaf.

The silent truth speaks rather loud
to the beat of a clamouring crowd
all are at times surrounded and alone
dragging thier burdens like a heavy stone.

Yet, as we paint a meager smile adjusting
ourselves to our self made comfort and style
I still hear many complain all the while
how they want someone to walk with them
for a mile.

I find it odd indeed to consider as miserable
as we can be how selective we are in choosing
those to share our world so comfortably
Nevertheless, it matters little to most as
long as they are the host.

Check box
2 inches taller
Check box
15 years younger
check box
20 pounds lighter
Check box
30 years old in the picture
check box
50,000 more a year
And when you meet
maybe she won't notice
And when you meet
maybe she'll forgive your deception
And when you meet
maybe she'll want to "give" you a chance
but how do you take a chance
on something that started with a lie?


~TitaniumOvaries~
~30 August 2013~

You say you love me
You say you care
But whenever I need you
You're never there

There to wipe away my tears
There to wash away all my fears
No, you leave me cold
Never there to keep me warm

You say I make you complete
You say I'm the only one whom you need
But yet you treat me like a stone
Leaving me all alone

I can't controle this anger anymore
It's time for me to show you the door
As my fist makes its way towards you
Breaking the mirror in two

I see the fire.

I am the flames.

I am hurting.

Within the inside.

Next to which rests with the dead.

I do not linger.

Even to point one finger.

I swallowed my pain.

I am the nail in the cross.

I take.

I break.

For yours and heavens sake.

I carry my burdens.

You will never see me cry.

My tears are not forsale.

Not today and surely not tomorrow.

Never in the corner of the dark.

I will drown.

I will suffocate.

My heart hangs around a stake.

I do not have to die.

I am dead inside my sorrow.

Chained before the change, I am absorbed into the shade of faint.

Painted to last by portrait, pictured to the brush.

I hang by the flames of my frame.

Morning to dawn, savage is the start of another brutal day.

Life consumes energy, worn as a dress.

Alive to feel dead, death comes to a stop but far from the end.

I circle the deepest holes inside my brain.

I broke straight through my mind, I turned left at every bend.

Prevent the explosion in between the chemical storm trapped by time.

Captured by the voice of violence.

Totally ignored by the breath of silence.

The trilogy of the square is where my shadow was seized.

Wrapped with plastic fanatics to feel fantastic.

I am healing inside my nightmare.

Bleeding that I am dreaming.

Burning with the aches of hate.

I do not feel any less to care.

I am screaming for an eye to see.

For one split of a second.

For you to believe me.

Taste my tears.

I will grave which lies hidden.

I will grave my fears.

Deur vensters met krake.
Staar ek harteloos in die ruimte.
Regtig verlore.
Alleen onder die maanlig.
Alleen tweetalig.
Alleen.
Die spieel hang skeef in die gang.
Ek kan myself nie seen nie.
Die spieel is omgedraai.
Dit is nag.
Maar dit is dag.
My oe brand diep in my skedel.
Ek worstel onbepaald met die son.
Dit is die sterre wat my die hulp
aanbied.
Die sterre verstaan die gewig van
my trane.
Dit is dag.
Maar dit is nag.
Die pyn raak te erg.
Die pyn maak my net seer.
Ek kan nie meer voortgaan nie.
Ek wil nie weer agteruit gaan nie.
Maar.
Maar.
Maar.
Sonder jou aan my sy.
Kan ek niks klaarmaak nie.
Die oorlosie teen die muur fluister
saggies.
Met die hand van tyd word ek
gewys.
Dit is al twaalfuur.
Dit is nag.
Maar dit is dag.
Wat maak die tyd saak.
My hart klop te vinnig.
Bloed ontplof diep in my bors.
Kan ek lewendig wees.
Ek begin te twyfel.
Ek mis jou.
Ek is lief vir jou.
Jy is die enigste een wat my dors
les.
Ek is verslaan.
Maar ek doen my beste.
Ek voel soos n dooie hanswors.
Ek staan voor jou graf.
Ek weet nie hoekom nie.
Dit is dag.
Maar dit is nag.
Die probleem is dat ek my naam op
die grafsteen lees.
Oor en oor.
Weer en weer.
My naam kan nie leuens vertel nie.
Ek staar.
Ek staar alleen.
Heeltemal.
Is die werklikheid.
Regtig.
Is ek die gees van ons verlede.
My oe is vol trane.
Dit raak nag.
Maar dit is dag.
Alleen .
Met die donker.