Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,686)

My box is full of hope and brightness
And overflows with good intent.
Your box is full of dark and shadows.
In whose company you have to long spent

Cardboard box cities are here to stay, I see few people who really care
as they pass us by with hardly a glance, pretend that we're not there
Arni, Roxi, Smiley and me all huddled together could be mistaken for a pile of old rags.
All our possessions collected in total in four black plastic bags
Like city litter we're cast to one side, left to rot in the gutter
Already stripped of all our dignity and pride we're herded like cattle from one place to another
Do people really think we enjoy living our lives this way ?
Believe me they would soon change their attitude if they had to swop roles just for one day.

Copyright Peter R Bolton 21-10-2017

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even if : we discover, some dark, dimensions, of our world
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even if : mind of human, is deeply captured, by absurd luxury
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even if : we hide, in our hearts -1000, painful words
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even if : we have soundless screams, against indifferences
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even if : we swim - in a deep gloomy, ocean of whimper
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even : many of us - hiding reality, behind, fictive smiles
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even if : world, burning, by lack of emotion & love
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even if : world, suffering, by unlimited injustices
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so - let us, not to lose, our courage
take my lonely hands
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let us dance, to the end of this rough road
let us dance.
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She would swim with the dolphins ,

In the sea,

In her dreams there is nothing she can't do or be,

She only wants to escape reality,

And for awhile she soars free,

Imaginary life,

sometime helps her escape,

The real world that surrounds her.

With her unknown fate,

She would soar the sky,

a butterfly,

A fairy tale princess,

who is saved,

By a knight in shining armor,

Making a cold lonely night seem warmer.

Than the morning comes,

and her dreams fade.

Reality awakens her in the sunrise,

Stealing her away from her imaginary life.

When she was a child,

Fairy tales had a happy ending,

And for awhile,

It was fun pretending,

But she learns to well,

Life is no fairy tale,

Sometime a princss never becomes a queen.

Only if she closes her eyes,

She can live her dream,

in a imaginary life,

Taking her away from reality,

She would swim with the dolphins in the sea.

And for awhile she soars free.

Why do you think am I ugly with that gross look you give me?Why do you think I am invisible why you ignore me?Why do you think I stink why you move away from me?Why you calling me deaf?Why you calling me useless?Why you calling me dumb? Many questions I ask you, but yet so many truths you don’t tell. Why?Before you met me I had the best, the richest, and the famous smile in my face.You’ve seen them smile on screen. Before you met me I’ve talked to the best, the richest, and the famous in person.You’ve talked to them on the internet.Before you met me I had the best, the richest, and the famous ask me to sit by them.You’ve had a picture of them by your side.I've owned a million dollar house.You rent a house.I've owned a million dollar boat.You own a rubber boat.I've owned a helicopter.You own a kite.I've owned a Lamborghini.You own a Mazda.I've travelled the world.You've travelled your country. I've met the best in the world.You've met the best in your country.I’m in a wheelchair now.The closest you will get is a ride in a wheelbarrow.I’m on a walking frame now.The closest you will get is crutches.I walk with a leg brace & a limp now.The closest you will get is a leg cast.I played lots of sports,but now I’m just one of them on the side line.I have barriers now.You have none.I can do certain things you can do,but many I cannot.I take pills for the rest of my life now.You take pills for a headache.My dreams are miles away now.Yours are right next to you.Once you read what my life was like before it will tell you there was more to me than what you see.Before I ended up like this I use to discriminate the disabled,weak,ugly,and odd.I made fun of the disabled,weak,ugly,and odd.Anything for a good laugh and attention.One night a friend & I stopped to help a few strangers,but thanks to that night it changed what I thought of the disabled,weak,ugly,and odd.That night changed me forever....for the better in small ways,for the worse in bigger ways.When I was in that rehab centre I met disabled people who lived a life I wish I had.I met unemployed people,plumbers, cops,lawyers,teachers,etc.All who have a mental and/or physical disability now.I met rich people whose family main concern was their wealth and not them.I met those who could speak many languages,but now they struggle to say one word. I had family members and strangers talk to me as if they had a Masters Degree in disabilities,but yet they had none of the kind. I had family members and strangers talk loudly to me as if I was deaf,but yet did they know they were making me deaf.I had family members and strangers who thought they knew what was best for me,but really they only knew what was best for them. So much I wanted to try,but yet so much I wasn’t allowed too. So much I knew I could do on my own,but yet so much they didn’t want to see,as they knew they would lose the title of controlling me. I was smothered and babied when I really wanted was some breathing space.I needed to know for myself what my strength and weaknesses were,and I wasn't gonna know if they didn't know.Since living in this world life is harder now than it was before.Disrespect waits for me every day. Hardship waits for me every day.The only time I get none of that is when I’m around people with the same physical and/or mental disability as I.You hear it.You see it.You read it.You don’t know what this world is really like until you live it.I try to hide it,I try to deny it,but the more I try the more it stands out.This world I live now has made me show respect to the disabled,weak,ugly,and odd.This is a world I’m sorry I discriminated.One day....At any time....At any place....For no apparent reason, you could end-up on the HMS Disabled.Don't say it will never happen to you, because that’s what I said until now,

When the time went by
I keep asking myself why
I gave my life to you
I should have known
I should have understood
I gave you my heart
but you betrayed me with Bart
my ingenuity followed your fragility
now I know it was not love but just an illusion
you in my life were just confusion
when police asked me why you shot down that woman
when love becomes hate
is a sad thought
to the hell it me brought

By Wayne Palesado

The urban face stains the vision in it's haze.
Beings rotting in their shoes of fashion.
The eerie Dragon creeps underneath this concrete.
Satisfying the hunger that festers in the flesh.
Reek of yesterday's embrace as you live in the sun's jungle.
Imagining destiny lost as institutions of passing penetrate the mental state.
Choosing the road to struggle in reality labeled Blue collar.
This endless journey of memories faded.
Awakens the beast who whispers the echoes of regret.
The creeping fear of a future not desired.

He thought one day it would stop but the harassment never ends
After many years have gone by no one wants to say
Why they still hate this man

Many view him as simple minded just a gullible soul
He keeps on being kind
They keep on being cold

Perhaps it was long ago around 2004 when he fell in love with a girl
And here in this small world people still find ways to put him to shame
And since his IQ is low and theirs is high his words are all in vain

What is there for him tomorrow
For in every turn of every road a sign is waiting to be sad
And all those who hate him all they can say is too bad

Lonely fool,
I lie in a pool of tears.
Darkness is my friend.
The day brings fear,
The day brings anger.
Drowning in sorrow.
My prayers for salvation
Fall on deaf ears.

Lonely fool,
I awake to screaming.
My voice is hoarse.
Working hard brings pain,
Working hard brings suffering.
Disabled now I lie.
My prayers for deliverance
Fall on deaf ears.

Lonely fool,
I am lost in this world.
My eyes are weary.
"I seek love", "you're desperate"
"I seek love", "you're lying"
Call them whores and bitches.
This is what they want
Respect is dead.

It's a long drive to the city
I'm here all alone nowhere else to go what is there to do
And this is the feeling when the only idea is blue

The sun shines through my window upon my easy chair
I know when I was younger I'd never be sitting there
And soon leaves will change and fall will be in the air

All my friends have either passed away
Or moved very far to a place like Timbuktu
And this is the feeling when the only idea is blue

How many choices do you have today
Can't make up your mind and still haven't put on your shoes
I guess I don't have much to say when the only idea is blue