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Poems about Sad
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Two little sail boats / sailed along together / along the peaceful coast. / / The tide rushed in / then quickly changed direction. / Caught between the ebb and flow. / / One little boat was beached. / The other slid / back into the c
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I grew up swimming in a sea of loneliness / As I began to mature I drifted farther into the sea / Then I was pulled out of the sea by my first love / She taught me what it meant / to be willing to make sacrifices / I learned the desires of lovin
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Their once green leaves / now shed / they shiver in the cold / and we can see what now is gone / / abruptly frozen / in the late autum
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I refuse to feel bad for the way that things turned out / / I know this nightmare hasnt only been in my dreams. / / Constant fights that excel to fast, leave the bruises that too seldom last. / / I dont want it to be this way, / / Wit
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I wish I had somewhere to go / For my heart has taken a fatal blow / My soul bleeds in a silent way / Because I know inside I'm not ok / I
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given how far, / I thrust you away from me. / your always, sitting there. / In the back of my mind. / / Waiting until, / I start to doubt myself. / / Your the cuts I just made, / On my wrist, / Trying to get you out. / What will i
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Farewell my friend for we must go / on our own separate paths / I just want you to know / That the friendship we shared / Could not never /
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by marcusmoore
82 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 20 1:09 AM 2008. In Adult, Life, Sad, Loss, Abortion, Rhyme, Society, Thoughts, Abuse, Raw, Politics
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Some would say I'm young and / some others might say I'm old. / Yet years and time don't matter / when speaking of the soul. / / Everyone makes mistakes and / we all have our regrets. / Even had to share a few and / you've shared a few
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Bury it, / Bury it, / I'm telling myself to bury this pain / That's coming out. / You can't chandra you can't / Just bury it / it will be ok soon. / / I don't think it will, / I can't keep hiding it / I can't / It's killing me
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Promises / Broken, / Shattered on the floor / You can't fix them / Can't replace them. / / That one promise / I believed / That one pro
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by marcusmoore
165 words, 6 comments,
on Nov 18 4:44 PM 2008. In Adult, Rhyme, Life, Humor, Sad, Personal, Love, Lost Love, Weird
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My paper so wet / drenched, and cold. / / I'm writing / The end of my story / my life. / / As I writ, my tears / Smear my words, / Like I was drowning / In my thoughts. / / All I can think of is losing him / And how much /
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I'm done with it all / / i'm ready to fall / / so slit my throat and / / let the blood pour to the floor / / i can't deal with this an
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i don't want to lose you / / being without you isn't something i want to do / / it pains me to think about it and cry / / i need you by
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PTSD has got me in its grips / Scared to let feelings pass through my lips / Afraid to speak even one single word / Due to certain events that once occurred / / I shake as I sit in such silent pain / Troubled by details I hate to explain /
by oxymoron270
148 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 17 7:32 PM 2008. In Personal, Sad, Life, Thoughts, Rant, Pain, Depression, Sadness, Anger, Anguish
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She was out in the / Forest. / It was murky, gloom filled / The atmosphere was moist, / Foggy, clammy / When she breathed, cold air / Came
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Just more thoughts
by courage is hope
114 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 12 9:42 PM 2008. In Thoughts, Sad, Personal, Rant, Pain, Depression, Sadness, Anger, Hate, Freewrite
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she had a summer smile and i had winter skin / i was a living breathing cliche / but sweetheart i mean every word i say
by mufinhxc
110 words, 9 comments,
on Nov 12 5:46 PM 2008. In Sad, Life, Thoughts, Pain, Depression, Sadness, Perception, Loss, Anguish, Hate
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Written when a teenager because a friend challenged me to write a poem on a subject she chose.
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Take me back / Back in time / To a time with you / / With the warm summer days / And the cool blissful nights / / Your warm gentle hand
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She sits on the grass / Hidden far in the forest / Thinking of thoughts / Death. / She fears. / She scared / And no one can see / She swings on a swing hung / On a branch / Under the canopy of treetops / Trying hard not to cry / Bec
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