Sad Poems

Port at the end of room

If it's a harbor at the end of the beach
then just say my name in a whisper
like a boat going back and forth
within its sturdy walls

And if it's a house
then the door is cracked
even though it's battered by the wind

There's no hot tea there
let alone the lonely flower of eternity
only soft eyes that feel different

No,

Count 20

I'll run again at 20
If that's what you want
I can play in the rain on the asphalt
Without the soothing petrichor
If 20 minutes without your shadow ever existed
I'll cry my eyes out
Then laugh again
No longer able to use metaphors
In romantic stories
Sarcastic erases so much
Let's breathe a sigh of relief
We're no longer at the end of the

Strangers In The Night

In the dark of night at sea- 
like old ships, they pass.
One goes East, the other West;
strangers in the night.

At that moment, when they meet,
they stand equally.
Then continue on their paths-
till they pass again.

More Than A Soft Toy

She was just five years old so her current hurt weighed more than her body.  

Words spoken by her mama hadn’t ever hurt before, they’d always been gentle and encouraging, but today it was her mama's words that turned her guileless emotions sad.  The little girl didn't know what to do.  All

This is not a poem

It's a cry for attention
it's as loud as loud can be
~ how many ways to ask



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

how did it get this far?

i'm at my wit's end
barely clinging to the last remaining illusion
~ hope being the rising sun



Wordku: 15-7-5 words

A Masterpiece Written in Dreams

My fingers are already aching,
their muscles weary, spent, and tired.
Sweat soaks through my singlet,
my eyes grow heavy, begging for sleep,
to pay back seventy-two hours denied.

Yet each of my writes lies in his bin,
the sponsor never seems to tire
of casting them there with careless joy.
Perhaps that brings him most delight—
a cross my restless heart must bear.

Would

Blue

I never really noticed your blue;
hidden under transparent shields
screaming to be noticed... or something.

Just came across as angry or sad,
wanting to forget some bad...
but not blue, never that.

Not the kind to bind a knot;
throw their lot in with chance's whim
to test if fate says sink or swim

and lose...

4:09:05

4:09:05
A familiar time which plays on repeat in my mind
Get the opposite of high, but I don’t know why
Cutting pounds but not just my weight
I’m not trying to over-exaggerate
But I think it’s time to say goodbye.

Being alone isn’t the same as feeling it
I just wanna stop, I just wanna quit

They say all it takes is

Deserted

Deserted; you have left me 
wandering alone, only my mind 
to accompany my sad song. 
I sing it to an audience of one; 
myself. 

Confused; I remain lost, 
you say you love me, 
yet you refuse to speak 
the language of both 
our hearts. 

Waiting; my passion pleads 
to be expressed in its fullness, 
with

Autumn Wind

As the sun sets down beyond my sight,
while leaves turn from green to red
and all is dark save for the light
shining from stars overhead;
whose light now just barely shows.
The leaves that fall from the trees,
and all the while cold autumn wind blows
from the forests to the seas.

And as the wind now passes by,
whispering without a

Ghost of us

Verse]
Through the halls of trade school, I first saw your light,
Back when we thought forever felt so right.
You were a boy dreaming, I quietly fell,
In the silence, my heart whispered a story to tell.

[Verse]
Years rolled by like waves, you chose a different fight,
A sailor in blue, chasing stars through the night.
I yearned for your gaze,

i yearn for my end

sometimes i fantasize about
driving on the highway
going eighty 
and swerving into oncoming traffic
will that make the hurting stop?
walking somewhere 
alone in the dark
and getting cornered by a murderer
will that make the hurting stop?
being home alone 
door bursts open
an intruder with a gun pointed right at me
aimed right at my head
will that make the hurting stop?
the

the missing piece

how do people carry on after loss?
it doesn't matter what type of loss
a person, a relationship, a friendship
a sport, a job, an animal
it's never been any easier
i've felt more types of loss than some can imagine
and yet they all hurt equally
in their own ways
maybe my brain is the problem
it can't tell the difference 
between a

1410

A broken heart has no hole, yet it bleeds,
So time will heal the wound your hatred breeds.

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