Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,688)

Missed opportunities
As reality hits
Hurts so bad
Thinking of what I could've had.

Hold my head high
The sun will touch the tears and let them dry.
Don't forget to put on my fake mask
I don't know how long it's gonna last.

I don't wanna be me
At least not the person that you see
I've too much to jeopardize
But I won't be happy until I'm in my paradise!

my love where could u b did u fly away why didnt u stay i thaught i found the i 4 me i would love u eternaly u crawled in 2 my heart then u tore it apart 2 try n make a brand new start my love there was only u n my life the only thing that felt rite ur my first love ur every breath i take ur every move i make now ur gone away i miss u everyday blsd b

I no longer seek them... I have now found them... Deep down inside searching who I am...Nothing really matter anymore of who I am... Life goes on when I am gone...Think happy thoughts here when I am gone... This is the time when the clock hits twelve...one last dance with all of you before twelve !!!

She cry's
But even she cannot hear
The sound of her weeping
Nor feel even one tear
Her sholders, unbowed
Her face is not flushed
Her eyes remain clear
Her moves,unrushed
No Grimce twists
Her smiling lips
Nor is there a tremble
in her fingertips
Her breathing is steady
not sudden, nor loud
Truly no proof
of her crying be found

And yet

yet

Still she is crying
A soul wrenching
brutal
tear
That drips from her heart.

Who am I someone alone
Just a guy name unknown

Invisible man
With an invisible life
Where pages past
The same today write

Trapped in the hours of time
Bound by the nothing of me
Mocked to search and find
What is known as the successful elusive key

Like a woman,
I learnt to carry myself,
Long before fully grasping
what it means to be a woman.
Like women do,
I often glance at my mirror
not recognising the woman
on the other side.
My eyes meet her eyes
and tears that sting like
acid rain drops burning
deep inside the hollows of these eyes
slowly make their way down,
through the cracks of this
shattering glass.

Like women do,
I hide behind a smile
bright enough to disguise
the rain clouds lingering
beyond this horizon,
But I do not recognise
the woman on the other side
of this mirror.

Living life is like trying
to make your way through
a minefield of fatal truths,
secrets and lies,
Not knowing which direction
is safe for you to turn to.
Experience is like the sound
of gunshots being fired
over and over again,
you're just looking for
a safe place to burry your head for a while.
Can I begin to piece myself together with what's left of me?
Blood stained scarrs that run
so deep they penetrate the depths of my soul,
Bruises as dark as Satan himself
hiding beneath my flesh.
But she stands tall and proud,
as if she has never been wounded,
as if so called 'soldiers'
have never invaded her body or her mind,
as if her truth has never been masked
by smoke clouds
or the stench of alcohol on your breath.
A beauty as breathtaking as the sunset,
but when the illusion of sunlight dies,
the darkness of her bruises and
her wounded soul become apparent,
And she hides herself in the quiet of the night,
praying that her tears will somehow
wash away her pain..

I am a woman
A woman of many different shades and colours.
Ranging emotions and constant change,
much like the seasons of
lonliness and sorrow
I've come to know as my tomorrow dawns...

I stare into the mirror at the reflection of a stranger
Reaching for pink lipstick,
these lips are not my own.
And how easily this painted smile
can convince you that happiness lives here
when in reality,
all you need to do is gaze into this stranger's
sad, brown eyes..

Maybe this dark eye liner will disguise
the depth of these two pools of sorrow,
Maybe this green eye shadow will hide
the red flames of anger
burning behind these tears.
Who is this woman I see before me?
Why does she appear so strong
and radiate so much beauty and love?
How did I become this scared little girl,
hiding behing colours of
make believe joy?
Robed in red hot passion and
bright neon laughter to mask
insecurity and sadness.
Nothing more than an imposter,
unfamiliar to myself,
posing as superwoman...
But I'm really not that strong...

Knowing it won't last
I look out at the pale sea
Painted under a dark sky
Parted and picked over by foam flecked monsters
Writhing and wriggling with painful glee.
Piano, cello and flute
Fraying my nails to the root.

My voice is lost -
Rigid and tied to a pole
Way out on the pale sea.
My colours are eaten by foam flecked monsters
Who have carved out my life role.
Harmonica and saxophone
Sound out a fleeting groan

Still believing that hope is there
Waiting out on the pale sea
To return on the incoming tide.
A battle rages against the foam flecked monsters
A battle of time and poetry.
Tuba, trumpet and bass
Maintaining a clumsy grace.

The jokes
The games
That people play are not for me.
I need to find another like me.
I want a forever love to be with.
I want my soul mate God has sent.
I want my only that is here for me.
I want the one that is especially mine.
The one that i am only for them.
The one that waiting just for me.
So please Lord show me.
Show me my forever after.

The aging woman sits in her chair
It is placed by the window and next to the clock
Her image has changed. The color of gray lives on every hair
After 3, she watches the children as she sits in her chair and rocks

The night was exactly 25 years ago
She was sitting at the table awaiting the man of her dreams
He approached her with a smile that was just slightly so
Her heart was pounding like that of a teen girl when she gleams

She then stood to smother her man with a kiss
By this he was surpassingly annoyed
but was overruled by her feelings of bliss
Once their lips met, the kiss was quickly null and void

She pulled away, ignoring the emptiness she had just kissed
She told him the good news of a baby in her womb
That was when his open hand became a fist
he beat her so bad, it made her head boom

For nearly an hour, she was his punching bag
After it all happened, he grabbed his coat and went to the bar
It was then that she stumbled to the bathroom and started to gag
She wanted to leave, but that S. O. B. had taken the car

Her stingy, salty tears, slid down her smooth, steamy cheeks
It took so long for her to understand what had just occurred
Though she was scared, her anger was climbing to its peeks
She will never forgive that scum of a man for his reaction to what he had heard

25 years later, she is still filled with rage
That night she lost her baby from her husband?s terrorist ways
Two days after the beating, she escaped from that animal cage
But months after, she was still in a dramatized phase

Her perpetual pain has been pricking her like a thorn
It is a pain that can never be surpassed
To be a mother to a baby that died unborn
To bear this pain is worse than being gassed

She has never been remarried
She never even gave it a thought
To the heavens is where her baby was carried
It wouldn?t be there if her husband hadn?t fought

She never loved another man
She is immune to doing so
It began when she was hit by his hand
With her baby is where she would rather go

And that is why, on this 14th day of May, that she rocks away
in her chair and thinks about that day.
That day that contained so much of her pain, but promises herself,
in a very blunt way, of those three little words to never again say.

Woke up again this morning, donned my clothes
Trying hard to hide my melancholy
I joined you for breakfast and coffee
And we continued our lie, you and I
You continued to over-shadow unbearably

Every day now it is similar, today is worse
Over a year now has passed
You pretend to be cheery
And so do I, afraid of you now
Our terrible lie, living the lie

I tried to imagine a time, the day, the moment
When we would be in the same room silent
Realizing your moods would cause tension
Tension caused by too little respect
A hatred of me moving forward

I do wish nowadays and have done for a while
As I leave for work sullenly
Dreading the day already,weeping far within
That I had attained my freedom
When we fell apart, that I hadn't given in out of pity

And now, because I long to share my love, my heart
The lie, terrible and unending will cease to be
And I would know the real you bitter and coarse
And you the real me, gentle and lost
Now being outwardly cast, no place to go, no home

But, the lie cannot drag on, for you despise me
It seems you have another, and have had for some years
And uncertainty of any security burdens me
I wasted the love I gave you, will not waste a tear
But I am left with nothing yet again to start a new life

The dreaded truth is it scares me wholly
Trinkets gathered in a lifetime all I have to take with me
A bedsit if I'm lucky, a candle and suitcases three,
Realized too late how long he had wanted
Me there for his advantage, his trinket of convenience

I will not sob for him and his lost soul
My weeping was for me, for my undoing, another failure
As I enter another unwritten chapter of my exhausting life
To find new work, new purpose and share my heart
Trying not to fall apart, head high, I didn't deserve this