Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,688)

upon the cross in my life
the devil himself in the cauldron
in his search he found your soul
hurt to you had no meaning
in your hidden lust
you inflict the mother of all hurt
upon your grace i was worthless in your eyes
i thought you had lost your marbles
you kept saying it wasent me
its was you all the time
you couldnt tell me
dragging me for months through hell
you appeared the phyco
like their was something mentally wrong with you
you would,nt stop hurting me
knowing i was soft hearted
you left me fighting for my life
saying my prayers ever minute
at wits end,you left your stigmata
you chose to sent me to hell
chooseing to inflict the maxium pain
you have no heart
i was good to you
i know the meaning of love
dragging me along while you made your choice
i lay in the hospital
my mother at my side
as the tears fell inside upon my soul
thank god i got my answer
maybe i was weak and dying
i hid from the world scared
scared of this awaful deciet
love was just a word to you
i was good to you
i didnt deserve this

Loneliness it haunt ever so forcefully . . So true your words burns inside of me
It comes right after I try to fall asleep
And still will not let me rest in peace

It hides and waits for me so patiently
Before the rise of another day to be
Happy without a worry and care free
Until at night it seek me out to cut a piece


Not a fairy tale with happy ending
Nor a midsummer night singing tree
Will this horror claim my sanity
Or lose this miserable life as my last wish

Nelson a name on many lips these few days,
a name in the history books and on google for all to read.
a Man who lived two completely different lives in both halves of his, who made a name for himself and who everyone will remember.

But what does he mean to ME, I am not up to date with politics and am a true blond when it comes to so many things of interest in this world, for me I feel things for myself.
So, as a girl I did not know this name, as a teenager I had never heard of him, as a woman he suddenly became someone I saw in the limelight, and I thought, ok another man who has come to try make a differance in this world.

And now I sit back and to me, he has done what he said he would, he has helped unite a country, he has become loved by 99% of the world, his gentle way has endeared him to so many.
I am not into politics at all, I go with the flow, am a dreamer and believe in the good first always, trust very fast and fall often.

But I believe this Man came to us for a reason and I believe he has brought about a huge change that the world needed in a suprisingly gentle but firm way.

looking back on how I see Nelson Mandela, I see a humble but very strong Man who said he saw a vision of a rainbow nation and he made it real as much as he was able to.

Tears and prayers
Were my salvation last night
The tears were cleansing my heart
The prayers were healing it

How can I forgive
Why do I feel so weak

I pray to God

Help me, Lord
Please make me whole

I need you, Lord
Please save my soul
From this betrayal and pain
I kept bottled up inside
For far too long

I was smiling and happy for all to see
But deep in my heart
A pain so forlorn
It was slowly killing me


Thank you Lord
The tears are now spent
The healing and forgiveness
Of your sin
I must now begin

At presant I feel worried.
At once I start to call my GOD.

I called my GOD.
To help me Out.
GOD help me with
in no time.

I am Glad I am happy.
With The help of
Almighty GOD.

I am happy I feel
Sound.
It's all his Genriousty
And all his Blessing.

Which keep me alive
and make me Happy.

I am gald I am happy.

With the Grace of my
Almighty Allah.

Beeping
Alerts
All kinds of sounds.
No one knows
what is going on
around you.
Some are sick.
Some are real ill.
Some just need
a x-ray
a pill.
Looking around
Praying
for relief
to all those
that are here.
For God hears
their cry.
God knows
there sigh.
Just take a moment
to pray saying Lord
help these people
through this day.

I hope that this get's your attention
But who am I to fight for it?

I've sung almost every word I've ever written
But never made it back out of the pit.

Limbless I'm still crawling towards the answer
But I'm constantly distracted by the cancers.

If you're looking for
Someone with vision
I can't help you
I'm blind
I can't handle
The heat in this kitchen
But only if you'd open your eyes
You wouldn't believe, what you'd find.

I'm not lost or broken now
But I still hear the sounds
Of all their voices crying out

There's a love in me that won't be taken
No one will take it, I couldn't fake it.

But now this soul is breakin'
I just need to quit, to get over this.

So if you love someone one
You know who not to give up on
If you want someone
You know who you're fighting for.

To all of the women out there,
I love you.
To every man in the world,
I know you.

I love each and every one of you equal
But I need to travel this road alone
Like the world's great turtle.

So this'll be the last I write for awhile
I hope it made you smile
Now I'm all gone.
I'm all gone.

I’ve loved you in your mother’s womb.
Now you lie in death’s tomb.
Even though you never had a first breath, your existence is forever held my heart.
You would have been my master piece to the world, an exquisite piece of art.

God denied you life.
What little memories I have will suffice.
While in your mother’s belly I’m grateful for every kick I felt.
I use to laugh at how the both of you use to eat bowls of ice before they melt.

We would have:
Dance between raindrops and hold victories against the Easter bunny in hop scotch.
Have conversations with the moon and challenge a kangaroo to a game of double Dutch.
Battle pirates on sinking ships and wait for shooting stars to make a wish.
Bottle candle flies on a midsummer’s night and go a finger race with a goldfish.

Be predator stalking its prey and sentry a trap of milk and cookies.
Fall asleep on the stake out waiting for “Santy Claus”, have him think we are rookies.
Express justification to failure “Damn that Santa, he’s so tricky!”
Form a resolution and have ambition that next year he won’t be so lucky.

Be architects at the beach, erect castles of sand.
Be masters of creating mess, paint with no brush just hands
Stage political protests till your mother give in to our demands.
Be bosses that we are, we don’t take orders we give commands.

I would have been the best father.
But god didn’t give me the chance to be the number 1 dad.
I hope you know your daddy loves and still waits for you.
I love you Bryn!

In a crowded room full of people
I stand laughing among them
Yet I am all alone
Thoughtful and pleasing
No hesitation in giving
Yet misunderstood
Remembered for all that is done
Appreciated for that received
And forgotten quickly
As if a shadow
Has touched their soul
But never been truly seen

About a man name
FRED
but now he is dead