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Poems about Sad
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There once was a boy born hollow and vacant, / With skin made of bark, but nothing within. / His folks named him Marcus, Marcus the Giant, / For he grew to be tall with thick weighty skin. / / Because of his size, because he was hollow, / Bec
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As the thunders and rains ride in from the sea / We are left to part from what could be / A home, a new life for young and old / Yet the drive to survive has again fallen to the mold / Nearly three years to the day, but not one has past / That w
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The little ones lay crying, / as our youths are dying. / / Life on our streets is taking our kids, / turning them into insane killers flipping their lids. / / / Our children use drugs and booze to fill their days, ruining their young l
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It's getting closer. / The day of her birth. / She's not here to celebrate. / / Our silent tears will fall. / As we remember her life. / It was way too short. / / She was a great person. / A daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother.
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Floating thoughts and empty dreams, / sorting through the cries and screams. / / My breath is lost in haze and fog, / lungs are filled wit
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You have islanded yourself / From our mundane mainland / Marooned yourself from hurt / Yet also left piece of mind behind. / / You sacrifice pure happiness / For feeling just alright / This island is a comprim
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his prey, unaware / his desire, theft / his method, duplicitous / he strikes / claws extended / no remorse / trapped, can't flee / frozen, can't react / alone, can't fight / forever changed / forever tormented / forever imprisoned
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Who am I? / Not a person I should be / I’ve lost myself / I can’t find the true me / / Please take my hand / and lead the way / down the path / of souls gone astray / / I feel so blind / to the happiness I knew / I see rainclouds
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No I’m not fine / You know that fake smile you see? / It’s been painted on / It’s not truly me / / I try my best / To please you all / But this pain is too much / With every step I fall / / I wish you could help me / But this is my
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The makeup runs / Down those beautiful cheeks / After you draw your guns / Refusing to speak / You make me weak / Spinning room / Can’t smell your perfume / I’ve been bad for / A while now / It’s not my choice / But you choose to ignor
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/ She stirred with some uncertainty as if she didn’t know / How she came to be there in the cold and sodden snow. / Trapped but without borders, she will never express / How much that she is missing in her confused distress. / / She shambles
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Time has changed / as did our love / But our time I will frame / in a portrait above / / I'll remember you always / how you were once / Remember the good days / before all the fuss / / I'll remember the good times / not dwell on t
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You use that last bottle of wine to / Lubricate your social interactions: / Those long evenings of longer distractions / Spent in pubs wond
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by marcusmoore
233 words, 8 comments,
on Aug 13 7:09 PM. In Adult, Dark, Prose, Life, Sad, Love, Family, Thoughts, Personal, Pain, Addiction
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She left me walking home through the cold, cold night / She left me walking home out of pure cold spite / She left me walking home where I didn’t know the way / And never bothered to find out if I was ok / / She left me with my thoughts, but my
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Disco with Deborah / / We went to a disco last year in October. / You had a drink when I was still sober. / It was the best night I’d ever remember, / For you it was all just a blur / To set me up for a fall. / / Your bleached blonde hai
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Betrayed. / I walk along a shore / Of tide moving in and out / Like what I keep setting free / Each time it comes back to me / / Boredom, loneliness, exhaustion / From no known cause or source / Sneaks up on me now and then / To ruin al
by oxymoron270
166 words, 1 comment,
on Aug 10 8:47 PM. In Free verse, Personal, Sad, Life, Rant, Thoughts, Depression, Sadness, Anguish. Reward
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The scribbled-down passions / penned / by the poet / / on / / the exquisite piece of paper / Dead on the thorns of / friday's rose / / they pierce my heart / they bleed upon the / my rose now dying / / after showin
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I walked to the edge again / To find my footprints in the sand / To a place I had once been / A place I could barely stand / I reached for
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Summer’s ending too soon / And I don’t think I can deal / It feels like it’s still June / Like time’s been unreal / / There’s so much to m
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No truth, no purpose, no definition / One dream with no ambition / Two leaves with one dying flower / Three seconds ticking at the speed of an hour / / Three nickles and one dime / Buys a piece of gum and more time / Four corners to make a
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/ One day in March a baby girl was born / At 3 months old her life was torn / A mother who didn't care how the baby fared / The boyfriend ,though not the father , who always stared / At 4 months old / The baby's life turned cold / Cloth
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/ Everyday / Its a struggle and a fight / Like its just another chore / To come up with something to write / Yet I have all these feeling's / Deep in my core / / Everyday / The hurt and pain deep inside / Sorrow and sadness th
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There are about a thousand words
To be arranged in any way
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Behind smoking fire and stained glass door
Seeking the window; finding the floor
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i watch you sleeping, / as my mind and fingers grow numb / from writing what makes my living... / you neither said goodnight / nor asked if i needed a massage. / i slaved well into the night / to help you make ends meet, / but you hardly not
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on my face, / you'll see smiles and laughter... / but, they are empty, / devoid of meaning. / it is in my eyes, / that you'll see the real story... / here, there are beads of sadness / strewn like glittering jewels, / only that they've gro
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Satan doesn’t have to come to me. I’ll go to him. / I expect to see him: waiting, massive, / writhing. / / I am too impatient for the bottle. / I chew through pure blue agave, / greedy for the gusano. / / Buffeted by protein, elixired,
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