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kickit22

Stained Soul

closed eyes sun shines
bulging vaines migraine
splatterss on a wall
cats meow dog barking
living in a stairwell
creating spaces
to much pain
washing it down the drain
turning red paint on the wall
dripping in a river far below
opening eyes sun goes down
carpet is stained
never to be the same
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Posted: Oct 2011
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Unknown

"A Broken Star"

Sometimes the road narrows
It takes you on an unleveled journey
Even if it is short lived
Like the full heart stabbed with a jagged arrow
The sky unscathed and still a turn-key

A whisper in time and lifes jaded stain
Touching through the sands of compromise,and yet
it remains the same
Your so drawn to live in the past
Knowing deep within your screaming to be free
Like a broken star with four points instead of five
Your heart is drowning trying to stay alive

An offer of happiness is in your grasp
A life filled with the joys of love
But instead you push it away
And you stare into hurtful anguish
Why is that?
Is it because of the broken star above?
It's floating languish?

The voice of forever that once pierced your ears
Is now the wretchful knife that punctures your indecisiveness
A dying heart thats what it has been for years
Tainted, scraped,and scarred with petiness
Graciousness upon your hands
Shattered like a delicate crystal vase

The one thing that you can control
Obscured by a weary soul
Angst among the easiest quest
Powered by your eloquent regret
And it will be!, it will be
Treacherous terrain in a field of bloom
Your assured denial of self worth a gloom

It's a broken star in the beautiful night sky
Surrounded by billowy clouds
Sitting and fadely blinking a faint light
A betrayed heart solely masqueraded by your own intended plight
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
fear of the unknown
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breathless22

MISSING HIM

My little boy was so young, and built so tough
so many like the way of his style...

He was the kind no matter what he made you cry,and
laugh at the same time he was our joy...

Even that we only saw this and him for twenty years
it was him who shared the moment of boyhood, and
trying to become the young man he was...

There is never a day where thoughts are not drifted
towards his direction and to wonder why and questions
racing my mind to why my little boy...

I sore with sorrow however, he would want me to move
on and live the way I should. Everywhere I go I see
his shadow and the remembrance of yesterday when
we talked and he said I LOVE YOU MOM, vice versa...

Being away from any child shows distance but worse
is the emptiness it leaves when gone from that child
forever~~~~~ R.I.P. NATE~~~ 01/21/2007
©breathless22
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
It hurts to lose a child so young or any age yes even if so many good memory it still hurts to lose a child. Rest in peace son...NATE
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bucky1

a life time

IF a is the beginning and zee is the end ,its in the middle is where it bends .AS a teenager i thought i knew it all,then became an adult WHAT MORE. GOT married to the one i thought that would be,it did not last long you see.HIT the booze for 12 months or more ,it was no cruise so i will say no more. REMARRIED and did it all over again only to find a dissmal end TO those seeking marriage ,you must give it your all other wise you will end up like me talking to a shadow on the wall
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
a life time of learning
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Unknown

?

There’s this whirlwind, a black hole of emotions I want to crawl in and just escape.
When I open my eyes I see the world, and everything I was and knew or didn’t know crashing in - falling in and crushing upon me like a weight bearing world of something so putrid
Something possibly beautiful something I know -but don’t
Gasping for air is how I feel. I cant see this water beneath me I tread. I constantly look but cant fully ever see what lies beneath
Its like moment to moment a murky water that seems to only clear for a short fleeting moment.. and I sit alone always alone and I wonder… how will I survive?
Since birth there’s this reaper or disease that likes to burn its holes inside my brain. A conscious torture that only a schizoid or psychotic man may understand. A lonely broken child left alone, a poor peddler on the street, and a rich man whom sells him self and wonders why he lays alone at night.
Not one clear diagnostic tool or word, not one clear way to explain this realm I find my self beating against. I wish I could scratch this diseased and dysfunctional part of my brain away… cleanse the black ness I feel in my soul
Love the little girl, I possible never knew.
Embrace the women, I was told could be me.




I take this pill and wash it down with what only looks like a good choice.
At the moment, this is the moment. Always the past and always the falling future.
Awake to find that your stuck in what was said to be yesterday. Tommorow only holds tomorrow. Today I hold a fallen moment. A glitch that keeps skipping this broken record of my tape inside my brain. A souls lost torture holds a truth of something unspecified.
Blindly escape and purge the death of tomorrow and suck down the hate and remorse of this face.
Can I love a child or beauty in some other or selfs arms?
In the mirrors refelction holds echos of dead mans past
And screams of moments lost and time fading away… where do you go but another breath away?
Where does one go when the brains beating heart laughs at evil, because it only feels the fear.?
Its love soaked bandages mommy never took away.
She never saw the pain, nor did she look into the child who walked away, and stands here today.
Father a name I don’t quite understand, friend or foe.. man whom I grow to hope that once I will learn to let go.
Are you a sister or a brother I was supposed to ever feel?
The pain in your eyes I see you carry with you. I was too young I never knew you. Today a ditant longing of what I wish it could be.
But truly your just a stranger,that I wonder if I should know
But in my tears inside my soul, I feel the tares of wanting something..
But I wonder.. jaded souls never truly feel all that truly is.
And there you are, truly only a memorie I wonder if is real.
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
my friend shared this with me i though it was so deep i almost cried!
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MaxxHeart25

Mist Filled

The stars of light and the feet of grassy fields,
Have me placed in a state of a painful yield.
Got me to question how love can deceive the soul but please the heart,
Taking it's beats all the way off the billboard chart.
The mist fills my lungs like the air around,
However my feet rise from the grass without a sound.
Then in the shadows appears a figure which faded into the dew,
Without hesitation I realized what the world could see as true.
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
Got inspired as I sat in class
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Unknown

What I used to be

I used to be happy but now I am not
I used to laugh but now I’ve stopped
I miss the way I didn’t cry
Now all I want to do is die
I want to cry but I am out of tears
I am sad and depressed but can’t show my fears
The pain I feel is indiscrible
My heart is broken it is undeniable
I wish that someone was here for me
To remind me of what I used to be
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
Heartache
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kickit22

dying breed

deep in thought
sitting on a ledge
with a piece of bread
waiting for the water
wondering if the doves will fly
or the pigeons will die
holding on every breath
watching the moon
singing a tune
listening too the waves
but the water never comes
so i'm going home
but saw the pigeons fly
then realized
the doves had died
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
have no comment
but want too hear yours..
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cafetwo2010

The Eyes of Arrogance

The eyes of arrogance look
down upon you
Way down
To the ground
In those eyes
YOU are little
In fact..
You may be nothing..
AT All!
The eyes of arrogance
see nothing in you..
See nothing about you..
See nothing but its own
self glorification..
Those eyes are hell
to live with..
Those eyes are a death
blow to your spirit..
When do you get to
be you?
When do your natural graces
get to flow freely within
the gaze of those eyes?
Never is the answer..
Never will you be seen for
who you are..
Never in the eyes of arrogance~
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Posted: Sep 2011
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Unknown

NOTHING

I WAS NOTHING TO YOU.
YOU WAS SOMETHING TO ME.
SOMETHING I WANTED TO PERSUE.
YOUR TIME WAS LIMITED.
MINES WAS LIKE A DOCTOR ON CALL WAITING FOR A PATIENT TO FALL.
YOU GAVE ME STRESS.
WHEN I GAVE YOU MY BEST.
FOR I HAVE LOVED YOU.
BUT THAT WAS NEVER A THOUGHT FOR YOU.
I GAVE YOU MY HEART.
YOU PLAYED WITH ME FROM THE START.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
HIS TRUE INTENTIONS
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