Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,688)

Can one feel emptiness within?
No emotions or thoughts just nothing!
This is my life story,
I have been so lonely.

You touch where it hurt the most,
Loneliness is my lover's lust,
A burden in my heart I carry,
You said it's only temporary.

You have no part of me,
Darkness dancing in my dreams,
I close my eyes to sleep,
And see you mocking me so clearly.

The day the night fell,
I was still with you,
Hoping you will die soon,
And bring me home to peace.

Crazy cause we are so different
You are steel and I am air
This is something we should prevent
I will hurt persons I love, I fear

Wrong because we are unequal
You have found the Lord I have not
The moment is in my head like a sequel
So much at stake, how could I have forgot

Incredibly Exciting and on cloud ten
That's how my body feel tonight
My hormones are a flight like a wren
But what we did was not right

Quilty is how I feel after the fact
I betray both of us and others
The moment we committed the act
And oh how my conscience botheres

heavy cool pallor
over this room
air fearfully still
yet windows...wide open
you came and you went
as you had a mind to
but this time your leaving
...has left us without you

hopin' rainbows of angels are watchin' our baby
and that she's smiling at us
and looking so proud
for that's the way we all feel about her
a loving dear spirit
who did livin' out loud

with beauty so rare
no finger can point it
at the difference that she made
when she entered a room
for the gleam in her eye
hot fire within her
was more than enough
to melt you away

there's a lump in our throats when we think about you
how you fought through the pain
and faced down the fear
teardrops are falling
'cause you're not around us
but you touched our lives
you'll always be here
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
it has been two years today, since Lyn's daughter, Addie, passed away at age 32. another angel fallen to breast cancer.

I just someone to talk with but when it comes like this... I feel alone. when someone needs help I am always there and stand there. and my bf who is very chatty spread everything. I wish to jut sometimes to have someone just for talk. just for talk

The evening view reflects a part of me
Somewhere inside the purple clouds a giant sleeps
As I watch them float across a velvet sky
Colored by darkness fading into neon light
Beyond this horizon is a new sunset
As I stand in the day before with old regrets
It can feel like Im wearing my own atmosphere
With my head way up high above the stratosphere
As my fingers trace perfect circles around the moon
I'm like a moth my soul is drawn to You
Flying around the annulus of electric blue
It's silver lining disconnects my dismal mood
Then it electrifies a dormant life
Awakening the sleeping giants eyes
Once tired from sorrow they fall away like rain
Flooding my world with only dreams of escape
Now I wander through narrow and winding serpent roads
Through flourishing landscapes, valleys, desserts, and groves
Only trusting heavens brightest stars to be my compass wheel
Driven by my blood and pain, my strength and will
In fear I become more than the man that I am
Determination gives my life to God and I say Amen
I swear one day I will make it through to the other side
Beyond this horizon and its pretty neon skies
Captivate me by the grace and beauty of a violet sun
Leaving my darkness behind where this new day has begun

Spending days wasting time
Spending years left behind

I could never catch the train
And I allways missed the plane
I guess that lonely should have been my name

Another quiet evening for me to dine
Spending years left behind

Dreams have all disappeared
Memories seem unclear
Tomorrow softly whispers soon to be here

How sad to search and never find
What happened to the years that were left behind

Wrapped tightly
Like a new rosebud
Untouched by the warmth of the sun
So is my heart
Frozen shut so long against the fires of love
It licks at my wall
Yea, threatening to overcome me
With the scent of passion
The thrilling delight
That being in your arms will bring.
Please, who will be my hero
My knight in shining armor
To sing my heart awake like
Ol' Blue Eyed Sinatra
I fear time is running out.
Till if haunts were what's left
I should be forever left to wander
Earth's plains and vales
Hills
Searching, crying for a hero, a love that's true
Oh how I wish e'er so much
That it could be you

I am tired of feeling less than I am
I tired of closing up like a clam
That is not who I was made to be
That is not who the world should see
I will never add up for you. Tough!
It has been years I am use to it rough
My destiny is mine to shape I am sure
So tomorrow I prepare to walk out the door
For me there is no love in your heart
My understanding has finally gone off the chart
I am getting out of your life this time forever
Because finally for ME I will act clever

He always wanted to explain things
But no one cared.
So he drew.
Sometimes he would draw
and it wasn't anything.
He wanted to carve it in stone
or write it in the sky,
and it would be only him and the sky and
the things inside him that needed saying.
It was after that that he drew the picture.
It was a beautiful picture.
He kept it hidden under his pillow
and would let no one see it.
He would look at it every night
and think about it.
When it was dark and his eyes were closed,
he could still see it.
When he started school,
he brought it with him,
not to show anyone,
just to have it along like a friend.
It was funny about school.
He sat at a square, brown desk,
like all the other square, brown desks.
He thought it should be red.
And his room was a square, brown room,
like all the other rooms.
It was tight and close and stiff.
He hated to hold the pencil and chalk,
his arms stiff, his feet flat on the floor.
Stiff,
the teacher watching and waiting.
The teacher came and spoke to him.
She told him to wear a tie
like all the other boys.
He said he didn't like them.
She said it didn't matter.
After that they drew.
He drew all yellow.
It was the way he felt about morning,
and it was beautiful.
The teacher came and smiled at him.
"What's this?" she said, "Why don't you
draw something like Ken's drawing?
Isn't that beautiful?"
After that, his mother bought him a tie,
and he always drew airplanes and rocketships
like everyone else.
And he threw the old picture away.
And when he lay alone looking at the sky,
it was big and blue and all of everything,
but he wasn't anymore.
He was square inside and brown,
and his hands were stiff.
he was like everyone else.
The things that needed saying
didn't need it anymore.
It had stopped pushing.
It was crushed.
Stiff,
Like everything else.

Surrounded and yet alone in a world among faces of stone

Some happy, some sad I consider myself of how chastened and

bitter I have carved out of my own, an image I do not

condone for fear of love may set me free of the self-made

chains of my own insecurities. My message I speak to the

world outside conveys my truth of how I see my God. My path

I walk though it may be irratic, surely has lead me to

criticism and considerable static. Nevertheless, I am insane

continuing in vain ever still searching in this journey

through life just one other who may join me on the train in

the pursuit of a dream that one day I will never feel alone

in a world among faces of stone that speak sometimes of fear

and solitude instead of love and gratitude!