Most Liked Sadness Poems (1,687)

never lose sight of light
even as pearls of tears falling off your face
painted walls of torture and pain
silk and honey rubbed on your skin
to be scraped off by the tongue of the gods
enthralled as your master
if only to spare your agony
but you know
nothing exist between you and your dreams
promised of a gold filled tomorrow
now rest on your skills
blow and suck and let them lick your petals
ah if only you know you've been fooled
used and worn like those linens
now crumpled on your feet
how long will it be, when you realize
they will get away with these crimes
while you lay rotten, shamed and beaten
and no one heard of your screams
because their weapon and defense
is encrypted in our silence
the never ending game
afforded by money and fame

and as you lay weak and dying
you have become nothing
just a piece of a** bought and paid for

by these masters of evil
we call: the guardians of our lost souls.
if only you knew.

Sometimes I wanna find release
At times I wanna shout
Inside I'm crying all the time
I want to let it out

I cry at what the world's become
I cry because it's bad
I cry because what could be good
It's what we wish we had

I cry at all the loss of life
I cry, it makes no sense
I cry for all the children
Wasted lives, the innocence

I cry because I feel depressed
I cry as I'm alone
I cry while talking to myself
While in an empty home

I cry because it gives relief
I cry to let it go
I cry to show I really care
For what, we all should know

Can you not walk?
Can you not talk?

Why did this happen to you?
So, so very sad - but true.

Can you not eat?
Can you not stand on your feet?

No. You cannot. I'm sorry to say ...
Horrible things turn out this way.

Once upon a time ...
You were living life just fine.


But, the sky, that day
Was a dark, dreary gray.


Then, in the blink of an eye ...
You became a very different guy.


No fault of your own
You were simply headed home.


A victim of circumstance ...
You really had no chance.


If I had the power to change ...
That day, I would surely rearrange.


Once upon a time, you had it made, everyday.
Then, in the blink of an eye, it was taken away.

Night after night I miss physical touch
always alone gets to be too much
I ache for someone who SHOWS they care
somebody equally anxious to share

Lonliness is the crippling core of despair
it's where you learn to master the stare
Alone is the last place anyone should be
from my inner abyss I'm unable to flee

Being alone induces you to become bitter
significance parallels the runt of a litter
Thoughts of remedies roam my mind
they too are increasingly harder to find

Alone negates joy synonymous with free
hi-jacked plans I had to be all I could be
It has been said to be just a state of mind
if you concur your a member of the blind

When fed up you just wanna throw up your hands
question how much longer you can face life's demands
When so distraught it's arduous getting out of bed
even when wide awake you still feel dead

When anxiety is so overwhelming you wanna scream
your nightmarish life isn't simply some bad dream
When feeling so insignificant you wouldn't be missed
past sick of being screwed before getting kissed

When demons persist you ponder if it's time to quit
desire in every capacity has vanished bit by bit
When suicide infiltrates your thoughts keep them at bay
after reaching your last thread of hope 'Don't Give Way'!

I miss you my son, you're everything to me,
but I'll always be here, over time you will see.

I am you're daddy and I love you lots.
Being away from you has tied me in knots.

I really do hate it when you are not near.
To add to this I'm struggling with my fear.

I'm scared you'll be hurt during a fight.
I'm scared the dog will turn and give you a bite.

I'm scared I won't be there whenever you're sad.
I know you have mum but you really need dad.

You are number one in my life.
You are the one I want to keep from the strife.

I really hate it when you aren't with me,
because you are my son and I'm your Daddy.

From the outside not one has the capacity to see
inside there's hopelessness that has taken over me
I don't want others cognizant of my crippling inner grief
when it occurs the response never veers from disbelief

Perpetual indignation and excessive change is too much to face
Indubitably instrumental in molding me into a basket case
A condition not obvious induces some to question ' Is it real! '
'JUST BE VERY THANKFUL' you don't feel the way I feel

Suicidal thoughts I must deal with often is truly horrifying
it's torture having to fend off frequent feelings of dying
People "cry out" plenty in hopes others acknowledge their sign
FACT IS too few choose to care...that's THE BOTTOM LINE

THE FORGOTTEN VETERAN

A lonely figure walking alone with his thoughts
Carrying memories and pictures in his mind
Of all the faces of those he had fought
Not being able to leave these memories behind

The horrors of war keep coming in his mind’s eye
Not having anyone to share these thoughts with
Thinking of his buddies who could not say goodbye
Of their ultimate sacrifice that they did give

Returning home with no hero welcome
But instead being treated like wartime criminals
Exposed to ridicule and words of venom
Or treated completely like being invisible

Nightmares regularly occurring
Making nights long with very little rest
When suddenly a backfire is a gun firing
Employment possibilities difficult at best

Other illnesses caused by chemicals used
Supposedly as wartime tools
Others ignoring the problem unmoved
Turning their backs on the Vet as a rule

This is the life of many of our Veterans today
Making the future pretty dim and hopeless
Please when you see a Veteran don’t turn away
Thank them and remember - hugs are painless

They say fat a**, They call me round
They say I block the sun
They say I eat more than my share
I'm far too big to run

They say that I could kill a man
By sitting on his lap
That I look like an elephant
My body fills a map

They say the scales I use will break
And chairs will all go crash.
I jump into a swimming pool
And get the biggest splash

They say they won't make clothes my size
Unless a tent they use
A full cow worth of leather
Just to make a pair of shoes

They do not say how good I am
They don't see how I care
They don't see what they do can cause
I don't think they're aware

They don't see the depression
The anxiety or pain
The tears we have to try hold back
Some people go insane.

They don't see that we stay inside
Afraid to leave the room
They don't see what the future holds
The misery and gloom.

They don't see dying all alone
In coffins that are big
And buried in the massive holes
machines were hired to dig.