Sad Poems - Poems about Sad

Alta

When I walked in the room,
I saw no sign of you,
your shoes or your jacket new,
even your car was gone.
Called up all of our friends,
knew nothing on their ends,
no message did you send,
or note that said ‘so long.’
Called police panicking,
three days ’till your missing,
they got you on the first ring,
but would not speak to me.
Now

On Becoming Obsolete

Shall we once more, in mountains of our thought,
Gaze down upon the vastness of our ground,
And know that for the meadows newly sought,
The flowering fields shall not by us be found?
Shall we recall that bronze took place of stone,
And then in turn to iron did yield its way;
That ships of sail no more the oceans

When the vow breaks

There's a quiet kind of ache,
deeper than any silence I've known.
It sits inside, a heavy stone,
a loneliness that lives and makes
its home where two souls are meant to be one.
This is the loneliness of being married.

Of sharing walls, a daily spread,
a bed where two bodies are laid.
But still feeling unseen, a hidden shade.
Untouched, though hands

Tremendous Real Sad

Countless voices whisper, colossal, trust me.
Fake news, witch hunt, total exoneration.
The wall getting beautiful, big as can be.

Everyone keeps shouting, enormous, wait and see.
The world's so weak, low energy, it's sad situation.
Countless done, all agree, it's colossal, trust me.

People keep repeating, stupendous, follow me,
Best words, great people, no hesitation,
Everyone is a pouting, enormous, wait and

Stars and Scars

The scars on my arm aren’t here for you to touch there not art for you to discuss it’s non of your business where there from or how they came to be it’s not your place to discuss them with your friends cuz that’s not concern it’s ridicule and disdain

Harmony and Disharmony

The rhythmic waves roll,
Barely foaming as they gently sweep up the shore
And lightly brush my toes
Before retreating as another wave approaches.

Distant swallows chatter like a choir out of tune,
Tossing a scattered melody — yet strangely harmonious.

The coconut leaves above me whisper
As the soft breeze drifts past.

The cold of the damp sand where I sit, legs

Home

I stayed in this house,
Where wilted leaves blanket the lawn.
Dust particles dance around the purified air
like the fantasy fairies I imagined when I was young.
The sun rays came from the small kitchen window,
illuminating the metal trash can
filled with rotten foods and faith.
I look up,
breathing the polluted air in and out my flaring nostrils.
I know I

Fool's Errand

I wonder after his black spectacles,
if I could recognize his phantom's scare
by his bandy left foot, something he'd wear:
constrictor turtlenecks, cowboy buckles
his trials decided by flayed knuckles
his tombstone eyes, the depth of night they bear.
I wonder at the factors of his fear
as I adorn him with cherry jewels.

Your bass breathes, haply, the contents of love;
it

The Traffic Moves On, So Do I

The Traffic Moves On, So Do I

I
Stuck on the road full of a heavy traffic
Inch by inch , no movements are automatic
Drivers do rant, shouting their personal tactic
Someone says “hey, go ahead.. damn pathetic”

II
That loud voices echoed in my ears
Recognize voices who caused my unstoppable tears
The pain of betrayal that brings back my fears
And carry

Fine

I say that I'm fine,
but really I'm not.
It doesn't seem to matter
so I don't say a lot.
There's no one I can talk to,
at least no one that cares;
and the one's that seem to
are just putting on airs.
So I just deal with it
the only way I know how.
So at least for the moment,
things are fine for

IT AIN'T TOO LATE

It started off so well, so good,
Every language we spoke, understood.
Forever, we thought, it would last,
Yet somehow, those moments slipped past.

We carried happy souls inside,
But now we ride a different tide.
To make amends, it’s not too late,
Yet pride keeps tossing feelings like fate.

Yes, things aren’t well, yet we let them slide,
Waiting for truth, while we

The Winter

Ice slowly melts to the new spring
a bride and groom and a new ring
frozen in their best lives
just before an avalanche
The grips of roses and hands
frozen are timely of sands
flaws like a wall of patches
And a cinema of a screening
Into glares of timely oblivion
A horror film of careless stitches
tiny eyes can't see our sins
its the

Sad Summer Sky

he spoke of sweet nothings 
like the weather and such
and that kiss that they stole 
on the first night they met

she watched on in silence 
as he reached out to touch
with a rose in his hand
while the sun slowly set



but that very same rose 
with its petals of tears
has since withered and died 
'neath the

blackest wings scale higher than mountains

 Blackest wings, scale higher than mountains
in the chill of tonight's air,
scarred and bleeding from within,
determined to reach her lover's side,
A voice calls out to her voyage
but her vision gets lost
as it starts to drizzle and rain.

She collides & in such pain,
her claws trying to embed in the side
of the rocks but she keeps skidding

True reason

My wants are to vague 
Foreshadowing all my needs
My honor is wide
Nothing left for true reason
Insanity is all that i have

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