Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,688)

Night after night I miss physical touch
always alone gets to be too much
I ache for someone who SHOWS they care
somebody equally anxious to share

Lonliness is the crippling core of despair
it's where you learn to master the stare
Alone is the last place anyone should be
from my inner abyss I'm unable to flee

Being alone induces you to become bitter
significance parallels the runt of a litter
Thoughts of remedies roam my mind
they too are increasingly harder to find

Alone negates joy synonymous with free
hi-jacked plans I had to be all I could be
It has been said to be just a state of mind
if you concur your a member of the blind

From the outside not one has the capacity to see
inside there's hopelessness that has taken over me
I don't want others cognizant of my crippling inner grief
when it occurs the response never veers from disbelief

Perpetual indignation and excessive change is too much to face
Indubitably instrumental in molding me into a basket case
A condition not obvious induces some to question ' Is it real! '
'JUST BE VERY THANKFUL' you don't feel the way I feel

Suicidal thoughts I must deal with often is truly horrifying
it's torture having to fend off frequent feelings of dying
People "cry out" plenty in hopes others acknowledge their sign
FACT IS too few choose to care...that's THE BOTTOM LINE

People become cheaper, things rise in price …
Just without spirituality in the world prospers.
Duck of a lip, "selfie" with the naked back …
There would be finance … Kindness isn't necessary …

By disabled people and cats bare
Fashionable pepper with a face useless goes …
He has a stability … The father in deputies
And diploma not sickly … He studied in the States.

Someone for the idea and family is at war …
Someone from the General Staff trades in ranks …
Stars on shoulder straps for sale of prisoners,
But they are cheaper than tears ordinary …

The unfortunate commander suddenly "hero" was given,
That in a copper and those are farther than the threw …
That the brother on the brother for a car and giving …
Who in fight it is free – I have given life on delivery …

Chairs, ties, portfolios are on sale,
News in newspapers and the big purposes …
Find conscience for remuneration.
The course of soul is rolled in one moment …

Hatred has eclipsed compassion in people.
The main task – survival is simple …
What fought for – was nonsense …
How in war with itself to win a victory?

Only laughter of kids returns to God,
Not to find war to the world the road …
The sky looks from above and from tears turns gray …
Things rise in price … People become cheaper

Nobody loves me
because..

I'm of another
race

They turn and
walk away

Won't look into
my face

Nobody loves me
because, they
think that
I'm inferior

But in their
heart of hearts
It makes them
feel superior

Nobody loves me
because their
minds are so
much better

They'd deny me
an education
because I'd
match them to
the letter

Nobody loves me
since I made it
to the top

This list could
grow much longer,
but I've said
enough to stop..

It hurts
when I look
at me
when I see
all my fractured thoughts
within
my heart
that I didn't believe
my heart
that believed
in me
my heart
that tried
to set me free
my heart
that I broke
on a whim
my heart
that now screams
deep within

me

Was it so recent that life was all bright and full of promise?

It’s all dark now, I can’t see, just shadows of what was, shadows of what could have been.

That bright energy pouring from my soul, a new journey planned but not made, where is it? It’s all faded now, grey is the brightest colour now, I was used to black; maybe grey has its promise.

Simplicity turns to difficulty, am I broken?, no I think not, just fallen deep into a quagmire, I can get out, will take a while to climb from the darkness, If I look up will I see a circle of promising light what if I climb further down?

One special soul could save me from this; I wonder if that kind soul ever will, no problem, I won’t wear sunglasses here, my eyes cannot be seen and I cannot see my eyes.

Do I like this darkness, I feel cold, is it better than being warm?

I’m used to it now, it hides me from view, I’m silent, and I’m darkness.

It’s dark again.

Rather slow but sure
we human lost our beauty
so much lights have gone
sinking into darkness relentlessly

are we still human
are we animal
or...are we human animal

clearly look but yet blind
can hear voices but deaf too
speaks a lot but can't be heard

is it the end or just beginning
can't feel the air in my breath
can't sense blood flowing
through my vein and my head

will I be in the right end
will I He pick me up with calamity
will He throw to an endless pain
will He shatter me to uncertainty

to those of sad selfishness
the great tragedy may be
your fear of exposure
of wounds that never heal
allowing no possibility
for another beating
so long have you worn masks
so long have you etched them falsely
on your own heart
would you confide to
the bird who sings of joy in life
in hushed and broken tones
having forgotten words
and memories
and miss that in each note
is the whole dance
an image in the lake
is a tragic friend
for the wounded

Everyone chooses for itself
Woman, religion, road;
To serve a devil or the prophet,
Everyone chooses for itself
Everyone chooses on itself
The word for love and for a prayer.
Sword for duel, a sword for fight
Everyone chooses on itself
Everyone chooses on itself
Board and armor, staff and patches,
Measure of final payment
Everyone chooses on itself
Everyone chooses for itself.
I choose too — as I am able.
To anybody no claims I have.
Everyone chooses for itself

There are moments an times in life when sadness comes into play an stay.Things are no longer same.Finding peace thru these times from present an future is often met with tears ect..If said sadness continues on it affects everything...One must dig deep within the conflicted mind to go on..Pushing thru memory's an fear trying to break free of them
. Sometimes the sadness stays.grabbing hold grabbing hold.A downward spiral into madness.pain an lonlyness..Will said person find the spark to carry on.somehow to find inner strength..Hopefully so.Redirecting an practice of calm an Zen will help said person see the lite as love is often cause.