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breathless22

Going to rest Grandma Dearest~~~~

Dear Grandma Dearest
We have had you so long, it is hard to say our good byes,
91 years is a long time to face this earth~~~
Earth is earth and no promise to remain on this land...

Oh Grandma you were you and kindly will be missed,
as you go home to rest forever....
Grandma I am glad i was able to be here with you
as long as I was and now you do not have to suffer..

We will weep as we say our final good byes this weekend,
but it is the good bye of rejoying you do not have to
suffer no longer... Grandma we will see you when time comes
as earth has no promise on time as we are on a loan of borrowed
time~~~~~ R.I.P. Grandma~~~~
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
Going to put Grandma to rest this weekend.....Keep me in prayer death Hurts....
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SundaySilence

She's Too Far

I love to eat
with an oversized
S P O O N.

I close my eyes
and pretend
it's my mother
feeding me
NOODLE SOUP.

What I would give
to hold her,
cook for her,
tell her
I love you
once again...
but hey...
I know damn well
we will MEET AGAIN.

But all these nights
without her loving arms,
it’s too much
when I realize
she’s TOO FAR.
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Posted: Oct 2011
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breathless22

continued

Sorry grandma, as I know you would not want us to weep as some will and the lasting as we part and say our last farewell’s you would have one word for all here as we lay you to rest~~ Be good and live your life unconditionally true to God and according to what the Bibles tells us so to give up the old and come to know your Lord the Savior as when He the Lord comes to take us we need to be ready as He will lift you up from the pain and suffering to as many wipe their tears of gladness that our Dearest Grandmother-Mother-Aunt and as My grandfather on both sides would of said a Great Mother only you Grandma Martin could do this be the wonderful step mother to so many kids~~


I and the many more will miss you so severely grandma, but each and every one of us here will hope to see you again in Heaven as you would hope that you could see us someday in a better place of a bed of roses. I hope my few Hymns were a way of telling you that Christ lives in me as you taught me so Sorry grandma... it is the hardest sometimes to let go of the ones we love so much… Good bye for now~~~~~ See you in Heaven~~
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
Had to continue this to fit it in here
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breathless22

~~ Dearest Grandma~~

Dearest Grandmother;
I know that you are happy somewhere, smiling to all of us here on earth, telling us to smile again.
That you are in a better place right now, but we your grandchildren as well to the many great and great-great grandkids as to the many other family and friends and we really miss your voice around,
and so sorry grandma, so sorry grandma because you
were feeling pain and I your granddaughter was not there to help take the ease of your pain.
Because you loved me so much and as I love you so much it hurt to seen you slipping away.
Because I believed that nothing bad would happen and you would soon be okay.
But you were really leaving far away, taking with you my heart; everything was beautiful in your life.
Because you were a believer, as you taught each and all of us the Love of Christ and to except Him.
What a small price to pay as we lay our Dearest grandmother to rest in eternity
She will be in a better place, in a field of clouds to hold her head from
No more suffering, just to walk holding Jesus hands and as there
Will be no more suffering grandma~~~

You have gone and left behind an emptiness space and the many of the missing good time memories
that we all your family and friends will never forget as we lay you to rest.
Sorry grandma, to say our final goodbyes but not so final until we see you in heaven someday, as God has room for more as He will take us and no promise on earth, grandma it is hard to see you one last time. Because I was not ready for the painful times, and I as the many more were not ready to say goodbye today.

We know many will feel weak to see your face for the last time, and to never hear your sweetest words again as you had a way of such a sweet soft spoken touch in your voice of wisdom.
Sorry grandma because it took so long, for some of the illness and pains on earth to go and, to realize it was not just a terrifying thought to never see our wonderful grandma or to enjoy the earthly things, like your famous cinnamon bread it was just the greatest memory of grandma on earth. We so many will say our Goodbyes as we linger in sorrow of losing a dear grandmother, Step Mother, Aunt, as well to being the fun memory of learning, the Love of Jesus shines through you till we all meet you again in Heaven.

too be continued..pg two
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
Well I wrote this poem after visiting my grandma who is 91 yrs. old and has slipped into a coma like stage and is on hospist so it will just be a matter of time before the Lord takes my grandma....
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darren57

Can You See?

do you see me? like me for who i am? no you dont, you dont know me, you think you do but you ruined your chance, now i look back with a last glance to see if you are still there, but your not, your gone forever, you dont care you never did. im a nobody, you dont see what i am, im nothing but what i am. you feel that feeling of nothingness? no you dont cuz your mind is set on someone else, im nothing to you i never was.
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Posted: Oct 2011
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Unknown

My New Song

My mind is a simple line of obsession going around in circles and up and down like a sound wave
My mind and body singing the same song, and stuck on repeat
As I play the same part I have always played just in a different location a stranger audience and an older me. I ask myself do I accept this song I play so well or do I change a note here and there. This song Is starting to bore me why must I play it, the world doesn’t seem to enjoy my melody so I must play a new song. Playing a new song is harder than changing my song just a little.
But how?
How does one play a new song or change his song when he has mastered his own so well?
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Posted: Oct 2011
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jlp17

Dinning In

Great, they have invented...
Individuals......
Meals, 4 minuets in the microwave
stab the cling film with a fork
4 minuets to deadline.....

A meal, ready
for one, solo, on my own
by my self........again.

I microwave
my life........

Joy lARRAINE 14/9/11
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
Sick of eating on my own and being on my own.
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kickit22

a trail of death

went in the kitchen
getting something to eat
turned around asked her
what she wants to drink
mother and child
walking down the street
were hit by a car
killed on the scene
all the houses
were lit up in the night
with all the blue and white
gun shots rang out
just down the street
brother and sister got killed
just riding there bikes
no way in no way out
all the cops have moved in
I was horrified
how can this be
I asked my girl
can we turn this off
and watch a comedy
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
you have to admit alot of killings going on in movies and tv shows now days.are we getting to the point we are conditioning our selves of becoming immune to death because there is so much of it being publicized.

trying to think of a better titled when thought of i will change it.
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Yankee4you

Ghetto Drama

The shots rang out on a dark dreary night
Blood oozing out a body lying in the street
Tires screeching from a black and white
Voice on bullhorn booming off concrete
Sirens wails and a flashing blue light
Dark figuers run away beating a retreat
Crowd gathering more queens of the night
Yellow tape strung around lampposts meet
Cordened off area of another crime sight
Outlining a body drawn in chalk so neat
Large flock of pidgeons suddenly take flight
No preacher needed giving anyone last rites
Another young life wasted in a gang fight
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
When will all the crazy violence end???
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Fee16

Belong

Id like to think that i belong amongst
so many who are so strong

but in my thoughts all i can see
is just the fear i feel in me

so here i am alone inside
its just a dream from which i hide

and who's to say its right or wrong
to feel such things and not belong
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Posted: Sep 2011
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