Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,688)

Oh, what is it that makes me glow?
I really would like to know.
Is it that handsome man you saw
who turned out to be a bore?
please give me a clue,
I beg of you.
Just be a sport
for life´s too short
so go for it!

Yes the path of life has taken me to greener paths as I need a break once again... I tried to walk and I tried to laugh as I smiled and was trampled on again...

So many have to stomp on a

mine has been crushed one to many times and I must go away for a bit as the stomp was just a bit to much to take again... I am hurting but I am strong and I will bounce as I will be back soon.

I was asked to remove my account from here that poetry was a waste of life wow because he could not spell nor could he type or write..
But yet he claimed to be one man he was not...

I was in the middle of a web camera session and his real identity came out to be the ugly he was someone different that look nothing like his profile on here...[ He even told me he had no web cam wow what a lie when his blocker failed and I got to see the real face]

When I called his wild card and soured him out of his card game he warned me he was going to end his account on here and he did he ran before he could face up to his fake IDentity....

that is okay he will probally just open up a new account and do this all over and play a new wild card...

So the time has come I am not stopping my account here just need to collect my thoughts and sour thoughts and put them all behind focus on what is real in life and that is to get my education all behind me which I will be graduating from college in five weeks YES.....

I will return back all fresh and spring looking for a new go at this hot spot and look forward to reading your poems when I return ...

I will miss you all and all of your good writes be back home here soon..............................................................

Pretty girl, in her beautiful dreams
Hatred girl, her world full of screams
Lonely girl, wanting to fit in
Fake girl, with a plastic grin
Angry girl, cutting silence with rage
Messy girl, no more can she manage
Empty girl, trying to find her place
Poisoned girl, look at her pale face
Insecure girl, she's never good enough
Lying girl, made her way out with bluff
Sick girl, knowing she won't survive
Dying girl, wishing she is alive.....

No one knows the reason why
A child first word is a cry
Is it an expression ofcoming life's struggles
We often wonder why

No one knows why death comes so abrupt
Or why it comes so late
Nor how painful it is to die in order to live
Or live until u finally die

That's why they say
Death is a painful truth
And life is a beautiful lie

Do you know that feeling?
That coldish feeling?
The feeling of nothing living,
The feeling of lonesome dreaming.

A feeling that speaks no words
Yet you know it’s there.
Have you ever felt it?
Do you think it’s just a myth?

It’s the meaning to sorrow,
The meaning to why a heart becomes so hollow.
The feeling that breaks all hearths
The feeling that destroys all paths.

The feeling that a killer feels,
The feeling that an orphan child has to deal.
Do you know of what I speak?
Should I give you another hint?

No I think not, if you don’t know of what I speak.
Then I would love to meet.
For a soul that hasn’t felt it,
Is the true myth
And I envy it.

But hang no more,
I’ll explain it all.
It’s that cold feeling
That gives the meaning.
It’s on that day
When you finally say
“It’s cold, it’s cold
I feel… so alone.”

Silver shadow
And silver mist
Please hear my prayer
As I lay my head on
My pillow
Grant me my wish

Don't let me go to sleep
All alone
The night is so long
And I need some one
To hold

Silver shadow and silver mist
As I lay my head on my pillow
Grant me my wish

Let me rest gently
All through the night
Let my slumber be
Peaceful
Without dark dreams
Or beasts that haunt me

Silver shadow
And silver mist
Don't let me go to sleep all alone
The night is so long
And I am so alone
The night is so long
And I need some one to hold

I'd rather die a thousand times,
Than not have you by my side...
It hurts so much without you near,
You leave me in a thousand tears,
Crying for a thousand years,
A thousand shards of icy pain,
A thousand hours in the freezing rain,
From a thousand hurtful things you say,
A thousand drops turned to a flood,
Pouring a thousand gallons of blood,
A heart wasn't made to hurt this much...

When i was young I read about prince charming. In daydreams of thought, a little white house, on a hill with childern and animals at play.Then one day I grew away,started a future to say, as there is no charming in this day. I worked and toiled hoping some day he will ask and I will say. Charming huh, he grew to be a fake. I worked and toiled till I started to gray, hoping he will ask and I will say. Charming huh no way. I work and toil to this day, finely realize charming is a dream per say. I'll work and toil the rest of my days, till I'm old and lonely and unable to play.

Life at the edge is sometimes an exciting place to be
Full of adventure, direction and challenge
Life at the edge can be a lonely place to be
Full of fear, isolation and unwanted solitude

Life at the edge brings the opportunity to push the boundaries
To go further than anyone else, to explore new places and thoughts
Life at the edge can leave the others behind
They don't follow as quickly as you would like.

Life at the edge give the chance to be totally free
free from restriction, free from baggage
Life at the edge shows freedom needs to be shared
To hold hands while exploring possibilities

Life at the edge is no more for me
I want comfort, company and love
Life at the edge is dark and souless
I want to go home

Autumn comes and leaves fall to the ground,
Scattered to the wind, year upon year,
Just like people they come and go,
There can be no delay to the perfection of the equinox.

There aren’t many photos of me,
Almost as if I wasn’t here at all,
When I was younger I foolishly would believe,
That I could move through life,
And not touch anyone,
Leave no mark on the world,
Observe without influence.

Now that I am older, I understand,
That it’s not possible,
In just the same way that science has shown,
Schrodinger’s poor cat never stood a chance,
I had to know and…… I had to be.

But if we just shift a little we can see,
That it is possible, in a manor,
Do as we will and try as we might,
We won’t change fate and it’s likely,
We’ll not be remembered,
In a hundred years who will care?
In a thousand, who will know?

There is no autumn here, only the heat day after day,
But for all the warmth, I feel so cold,
Surrounded by millions, I am alone,
Time and season stand still,
I have to remind myself that back home,
The leaves in April succumb to gravity,
And drift back toward earth,
To become one with her again.

This bed as wide as the sea,
I sleep and dream and see your face,
And wish you were swimming in it with me,
It’s easy to forget that our time is brief,
Everyday we’re still going to perish,
So hard to know if there is a right way,
And to worry upon it is our vexation.

If we open our hearts we can save ourselves,
From the paralysis of eternal procrastination,
Our Autumn will come and we shall be scattered to the wind,
It is best to know that we are deciduous,
Like the leaves in April,
And that only our love can be evergreen.