Sadness Poems (1,688)

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.”

Why must I do those things,
When I have everything,
Why would I break a rule,
When it is uncalled fore,
Why do I always make the wrong decision,
When all I have to do I keep to myself,
Why does it happen like that,
Where did things go wrong.

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.

aashiq hoo badnaam to ho he jaunga
ishq ka maara hoo ik din neelaam to ho he jaunga
kaash kismat me wo milay jisay chaha dil nay
wese be ik din matti k naam to ho he jaunga

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.