Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,688)

deep past the arrival of eve's night
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man

Its a murky evening here,everything is in ashes
The birds are silent,the water is dumb
The soil is barren,the crops are cropsless.

The sky is dark,the stars are wide a far
The pool is sinking,the thirsty town is drowning
The people are rustic,greedy and illiterate.


The people are rustic,greedy and illiterate
They don't understand poetry,nor the beauty
They don't know the tranquility.

God is dead-muttered Nietzshe
God is unreal-said Marx
God is imagery-noted Charvaka philosophy

But I urge throw off your God
Hate it
And live reasonably.

Pardon me for staring and pardon me for caring
But my adhd falls in love so easily
I hope you understand

Pardon me for dreaming and pardon me for thinking
About you all the time
I know it's one sided and my adhd treats me so unkind

Pardon me for hoping and pardon me for not coping
With my adhd but you're the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen and maybe you will never understand

Sadness cannot be defined
To one, that's heart seems
To have hardened, to and through
The vileness of this World

Sadness overcomes ones soul
To the level of oblivion
Oblivion to, what goes on around,
In this vile and lustful World

Sadness torments the soul,
To the point of despondency,
To the point of losing one's mind,
To the vileness of this World

Sadness can be overcome,
To a greater power than oneself,
For me it's Jesus, God's Son who died to save us,
From this vile World.

I'm lonely today
And I'm thinking to my self
Cause I have to
Cause there's no one to talk to

And I could almost cry
How the years have gone by
I guess I'm in a bad way
I'm lonely today

The fog has rolled in thick and so early
And the morning looks as lonesome as me
I wish the sun would come out and break it up
I would relax a little and sit down this cold coffee cup

This is what happens when thinking to myself
But you see I have to
And the only thing I have to say
Is that I'm lonely today

There's a girl on the poster board
you can spot her from the bus
a small alluring interval
on a mediocre ride
each day she fades more
to blue and grey
pigments washing out
edges torn
and in time
she'll be replaced
by an advertisement
for doughnuts
and all the men
will silently sigh
for there's one less peg
holding up the day

Did you narrowly escape the day
Did the stress almost get you
Did the memories catch you
And the worries I bet you

Were right on your heels
They got there so quickly right along with the bills
Did you take time to pray
Did you narrowly escape the day

And tomorrow you'll be running and running again
Running into something to break or bend
Some call it the rat race and lately it's picked up the pace
Do you have someone who will give you an embrace

Your blood pressure is increasing
Your dreams still have you reaching
And your doctor tells you what a price you will pay
Did you narrowly escape the day

you hung up the phone
tears streamed down your face
You relayed the news
I already knew
The cancer had spread
Not much to be said
The cold rain
It falls like tears down on my heart
In private I cry until the tears run dry
My big brother-you will always be
You ask who will be there for you
I will
Who will hold your hand
I will
Who will help you
I will
Nothing will ever change the love I have for you
I stand with you
I stand by you
I stand beside you
I feel your pain
as if it were my own

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Sadness...overcomes me like a blanket;
Not warm and fuzzy, but cold and dark.
When I think of the evils that grip the land
And cause Sin, and Disease, and Pain, and Death,
I feel hopelessly sad.

I try to fight the sadness with thoughts of good things,
But still...the sadness haunts me.
I try to examine the sadness, reasoning it out
To decipher why it wearies my soul,
But I could find not satisfactory answers.
I try to sing away the sadness with songs of joy and
Praise to my God, and for a while, IT goes away.
But then....

Sadness...creeps over me like a shadow,
All dark and gloomy, silent and heavy,
And I wonder "When will it all end?"
When will my God say "It is time",
And return to end the sadness that I feel?

Better to be slapped with dirt
Memory stained
heart broken
piece of soul taken away
want to forgive
To much pain
Beat me down
spit in my face
Verbally abuse
Up for the game
For the love of my beautiful blessing