Sadness Poems (1,687)

When the world falls in,
You can deny.
When the world falls in,
You can grasp at securities,
The bricks and mortar,
Of belief and self.
The castle of safety,
The certainness of breath.
But when the world falls in,
Pride vanishes,
And a deep chasm appears.
The desert sands,
Consume your soul,
The scaffolding is removed,
And what is left?
The shadow,
Of that gleaming dream,
For which you truly believed.

SAY IT ISN"T SO! I HOPED AND PRAYED, THAT YOU WOULD NEVER GO! CAN WE GIVE IT ONE MORE CHANCE; OR IS IT THE END OF OUR ROMANCE! I WILL GO ON AND SO WILL YOU;WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL, WHICH IS GRANTED TO SO MANY FEW! IN THE YEARS TO COME; HE SHALL FIND YOU; UPON WHICH YOU WILL TIE THE KNOT, AND BECOME ONE! I WISH THE BEST TO BOTH OF YOU! I WILL SURVIVE AND FIND LOVE ANEW!

No more to live in earthly mould,
Though siblings not bereft ?
Despair in me did clasp it's hold,
My spirit long since left.

No funeral pyre, no gaping clay,
Not one sad mourning tear,
No blood red rose, nor white bouquet,
Was flung upon my bier.

For me, no sudden tragic end,
But slowly perished inside,
A veil of sorrow to descend,
When close-blood kinfolk died.

Lymphoma slowly sapped my life,
Such ills did I abhor,
Then as lost love increased the strife,
I decayed a little more.

No one aware that I've passed on,
Appearing to all just fine,
I smile and laugh, 'til yarns are spun,
And die more every time.

Finally reduced to hollow shell,
This world, my mind it warps,
I wander in this lifeless hell,
An aimless moping corpse.

She can't sleep at night
She lays awake in bed
Trying to slow things down in her head
She tosses and turns
kicking her bed
She looks out of the window
Sees shadows dancing around
As her mind wanders
She remembers the days she could sleep
She had a man to keep
Now all she feels is defeat
She tells herself not to weep
In time God will send her a man to keep
Now if she would only go to sleep

Killing Me!

My heart is ripping apart.

And it's killing me.

Is that what you would like to see?

I cry and my tears flood the sky.

I'm alone and the world is slowly

killing me.

No one will help me.

I try to keep my head high,

but I am too shy.

I'm ashamed of people

hearing my name

because they talk about

the scars on my arm.

I feel like dying,

but too scared of trying.

I have had the rope,

but then I let it go!

Poem (you don't wana paly me?)
when a dying hope surds and its pain life heards.
then life sings a songs that has no words

but the twings in song, it death like long
who i am? yes i am , that outraged song.
you don't wana play me?

with flute of griefs , on the true of gloom
life sang me loud, in dead dark room

till the rest was held , for the rest of days
till the face of night , had a blood-red glaze
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till the end each bite, of the fate was sting
till the hopeless hope, wore the robe of wing

now the hope is dead and the life starts mourn
why are you still quite? break the silence , you sworn
you don't wana playe me?

I feel sadness, sorrow, and tears in the depth of my soul today.
The emptiness and loneliness of my feelings today makes me feel kind of hurt.
Perhaps it is because I hurt someone who had feelings for me.
I felt overwhelm by the sight of one word:
“Why”.
My emotions, feelings, and thoughts combined together all at once like a rushing tidal wave that made me felt helpless causing me to basically run away.

No one can see inside of me, no matter how hard I try.
My intention is seemingly never clear toward the naked eye.
For only I know for sure, what I truly feel inside.
Yet words and emotions cannot express the reason why I hide.

"I understand. I can relate. I can get the blues too.
But I cannot seem to fathom why you act the way you do."

I can only speak in metaphors as these feelings are otherworldly.
It's like my soul is locked up for the duration of my longevity.
The moments that may seem awkward are when my soul wriggles free.
Attempting to make up for time lost to express many facets of me.

"I can see the problem yet the solution is clear.
Just let your soul free! There's nothing to fear."

Fear is not even half of it, there's more to it than this.
If I were to just let go, there would be a sense of remiss.
No matter what I do to help myself, it seems it's never enough.
To try and make sense of darkness can be considered quite tough.

"You can't be serious! I don't understand, it's boggling to my mind.
It's as if you don't want the help and would rather stay confined."

No one can see inside of me, no matter how hard I try.
My intention is seemingly never clear toward the naked eye.
For only I know for sure, what I truly feel inside.
Yet words and emotions cannot express the reason why I hide.

I don't know why but I feel so disconnected today.
My thoughts and feelings of happiness are blunted and led astray.
I know I can feel happy, live, laugh and dance.
But these feelings disappear when control is in my glance.
It's like I can't trust myself in recreating the joy I once knew.
I have sentenced myself to life imprisonment for the crimes of "being you."
No judge, no jury, no plaintiff, no defence.
Just an automatic sentencing without hearing or sense.
This what it's like to live inside someone who is depressed as me.
Locked up inside yet I am still holding the key...

Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me Tell me
will I ever have it all
Mirror mirror on the wall
whose gonna catch me if I fall
I'm taking a leap
For a man I can never keep
Mirror mirror on the wall
I'm in to deep
As I sit here I weap
Thinking of all the love
That can never be
We couldnt even kiss
Mirror mirror on the wall,
I'm so sad and blue
My hearts cracked in two
Mirror mirror on the wall
I know I can't have it all