Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,686)

Secret things I have seen
what is hidden to man I know
in my endless journeys I have known wisdom
in the places where the spirit rises
I have known the absolute
in my mind you daughter of the ether
magic of the universe
with your grace you gave me a dream
so my heart calmed down
you told me that the infinite of stars
is the mirror of my heart
but in my essence there will be no love
too big it is my pain
the light of my heart will extinguish
daughter of the ether take me away
carry me in a magical place
where there is no more pain
where there is a joyfull..to play

Out of a haze out of a daze into the clear sunlight
Today feels real and the way I feel
I am feeling alright

I hear people all around my feet on the ground
Life is bringing it's buzz
And now I know getting old is a drug

Arrive back home and all alone
The clock on the wall doesn't warn you at all
When you can go from happy to sad

But it's not so bad from out of the past a feeling that last
I still remember love
But I was never told getting old is a drug

I not looking for
A girl
I not looking for
A whirl

whats the point when i am unable to give you material happiness and when i know i still live with so much of missunderstanding, yet to be stayed in some place...incomplete...not congenial to...i may disappear soon in few drops of time

needing no one, not you
with no uncrossed lines
sure as can be in theft and blameless flight
mist assuring friend, purrs pleased
and pleasingly
mistaking love for
mutilated mice gifts
rabbit heart morsel
creating singleshandedly
loss

They can stare with an evil look animosity
Staying mad cause of who I would like to see
That's ok anyway they turn their head
But if I were a rich man nothing would be said

They seem to be jealous want to keep my age safe and sound
It's a mystery why they keep trying to use esp
There needs to be another form of communication instead
And if I were a rich man nothing would be said

This crazy thing for years has been going on
As of yet they haven't wore me down and when I look around
A lot of faces are still turning red
But if I were a rich man nothing would be said

So you got a shirt and you got a tie
You wear for your serious business as years go by
If you get a choking feeling it's all in your head
Seriously if I were a rich man nothing would be said

Windows in a house and there's a view
I pace back and forth like a prisoner would do
How often I clean the window pane
Going round in circles my thoughts are all in vain

If the weather is good or bad or fair
It's something I cannot share
How much longer can this be
I'm all alone unless the sun brings my shadow to me

Time passes by if only I
Could make it stand still I could climb over the hill
But still there's no one to see
Unless the sun brings my shadow to me

Life's just an echo in my head
When there's a path from chair to bed
Another day to feel lonely
Unless the sun brings my shadow to mec

In the middle of nowhere
Seldom seen seldom heard
There lived a man known as me

He wrote a little poetry sang songs to himself
He had a lot of old memories but no one to share with
So in the library of his mind they stayed on a shelf

He never had a break through to overcome and stand proud
Jus a few introductions no need to be the man known as me
Was never even painted in a crowd

There's a two lane highway if there you should ever be
In which direction seldom seen seldom heard
There lived a man known as me

The lady is very lonely
Doesn't she feel the tears on her cheek
Too bad he left her somewhere on this lonely street

One of her high heels has broken so she walks on her bare feet
The rain has started falling and soon blue memories will be calling
As she walks on the sidewalks of this lonely street

She waves at a taxi he pulls to her side
The raindrops help her tears to hide
Now she's safe and warm sitting in the backseat

The taxi driver is thinking she don't remember me
It seems like a puff of smoke but it was long ago when she said
A taxi driver is all I'll ever be

stands the chance of opposition
and uh being created of thin air
but when darkness shrieks down the hallway at ya
and calls you a living punk well
you better believe I noted the sideways mark on your face
before YOU ran away screaming
they say scents trigger memories like nothing else
oh the tiny rooms full of cat shit
and rotten food and rotted souls
and claiming desperate waterfalls
and banging holds and calls
let's wander the street alone shall we?
an approximate pun is to look at a gun in your face saying get h*rny
I had to think of someone else
I had to imagine waterfalls and grievances that forgot their own name and revived a pretty nature's lame to tying up.
reversed I was used and dried up and love is a curse and not real, what was right f*cking there was not real you say, but good enough to be wasted along with my mind
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Spirits beckon one more time,
Be merry and bless my - bourbon wine,
I can bleed though you can't see.
One more drink - that's all I need,-

Spirits beckon like shooting stars,
They were wondering where you are?,
You look weary - my dreary friend,
One more line - you will live again,-

Spirits beckon with reason and rhyme,
Is this a game played in your mind?,
Broken, cast outs - they are your friends,
And they are here to greet you,
At the end.-

Spirits beckon me one more time....