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Poems about Sad
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Wanted to write something like Fade to Black, wanted to get over those emotions
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Poetry is an endless jouney through feelings and a mix of emotions that can never be explain in scientific or any other way, except by word
by bigcoolyo
32 words, 1 comment,
11 hours ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Fantasy, Death, Depression
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To me... / Poetry is a flow of water from the mountains that're full of never-ending desires. / Poetry is a kind and sweet person who under
by bigcoolyo
74 words,
11 hours ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Nature, Thoughts, Fantasy
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His smile pleases me, so warm and inviting, / his laugh is strong and soothing, / his touch sends electricity running through me, / and as for me... / MY smile is crooked and contained, / MY laugh is vigorous, loud, and out of control, / my ma
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I see the lost and the lonely / in their rags and luminous jackets. / Despite these aids for the eyes, / they remain reluctant to see them. / / Their faces are rough and rugged, / like cliffs battered by the sea. / Their eyes are dull and l
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Written words / from her head / shattered dreams / of lovers dead / / / like roses plucked / for her scrap book / mildewed men / w
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Now I'm alone in my world / I didn't believe it would be me / Left behind in the cold snow / / I begin to cry because of pain / That flows
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I thought it could not be / For you were always there with me / But now I hear you have to go / The sadness begins to overflow / / I have lost not one but two / Dear friends through and through / One thing I now know / Is that people wil
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Holocaust related, memoir.
by ACpoetry
179 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 28 9:03 PM. In Dark, Free verse, Life, Thoughts, Sad, Angst, Haiku, Anguish, War, Musings, Religion
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On a rainy night / in the east village / you can't remember / the last time you spent / together / you wonder if she's well / if only you knew / what became of her / / more and more you become accustomed / to your unacceptabl
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/ / / Winter suicide / Forget my face / My name / The love we shared / What we embraced / Into the night / Oh so sweet
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Clipping the obituaries, / I am very careful / not to cut / through any / of the text. / / Not even the text / of the obituaries / s
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Living in a distant land / Who of us is left to stand / Against the dark and dangerous foe / For courage now we not know / / For the cry o
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Why can't I leave? / Leave reality / The world, / My life, / And me / Why won't people leave me alone? / Why can't people keep out? / I just want to escape / Everything / I wish I were dead / Why won't that wish come true? / I wish I
by courage is hope
85 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 25 8:02 PM. In Dark, Thoughts, Sad, Rant, Personal, Hate, Depression, Sadness, Pain
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Misunderstanding, generally.
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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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I'm sitting here thinking of that day / That day god came and took you away from me / My heart sank to the bottom / Tears were falling /
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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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War during the Revolution.
by ACpoetry
165 words, 9 comments,
on Nov 22 2:53 PM. In Sad, Dark, Free verse, War, Imagery, Musings, Sadness, Perception, Other
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