Best Hope Sad Poems

Friends, do not forget: there is still beauty
When the darkness comes and shadows fall,
Music, Art, and nature, gentle comforts
When despair is deep and hope is small.

Friends, do not forget: there is still laughter
When we’ve finished choking down our tears,
When the world seems full of desolation
And...

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In eastern lands, where once did roam
The winds of peace, and fields of home
Now echoes sound of bombs and gun
As war in Ukraine, is far from done

The sky once blue, now turned to gray
With smoke and dust, that won't away
And children's laughter, now replaced
By cries...

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(You make me feel) Alive

I'm in a dark place,
and I don't belong here
Then I see your face,
I let go of all my fears

You never really know,
how scary this life can be
I need for you to show me,
how to face reality

Bridge
You need to know- you need...

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She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.

Her agonies and sorrows brew
in eyes that vail her tears.

She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.

But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?

In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail...

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Wind beaten, lashing
Against such, beauty still shows
Even Roses strive




....

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It could not be seen in the shadows.
In his crackling voice couldn't hear.
He once was a man with head held high,
Who sang of a love held so dear.
She was more than a wife and companion.
So much more than a love for all time.
Together they crafted...

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I cry,not the tears of joy,I cried when our
 athletes rompt the Olympics,
 
I now cry,tears of anger,tears of disgust,

Tears,enough to drown the wicked,heartless
 people living among us,

I cry tears of astonishment,tears of mis-trust,

So many great lives, disappearing from among us,

I cry,not with fear,but with...

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Skipping along with three friends by her side
Anticipation was high.
Whirling tornadoes had long disappeared;
Not a dark cloud in the sky.

Yellow as daffodils was the brick road,
Yellow the ripening corn,
And it had coloured the heart of the lion
Leaving him sad and forlorn.

Suddenly Dorothy stopped in her...

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Everything falls to pieces,
as the reality of my worthless existence
dawns on me.
So I crawl;
to that empty space
I call my mind.
To hide from the world
that wishes to
prick,
prattle,
and probe
until there is nothing left.
Except for me,
and my insecurities.
A endless assemblage
of dreams and regrets,
that have led me
to believe -...

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Waves of freezing emotions turning,
The cold, so powerful it feels like burning,
Uncontrollable flow of uncertainty,
Ice locking up efforts for comfort,
Feeling of urgency, of wasted chance for solution,
No safe place to run, no happy place to hide,
White snow outside, black clouds inside,
Covering frozen ground, distancing warming...

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I wake in the middle of a cold winter night
Light flickers across the ceiling from flames nearby
Winter blues burst from my realm of sleep
Tears of doubt fall, how to face another frozen day
Feeling misunderstood in this darkness
Grasping for words that often land on deaf ears
Sadness...

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I put on paper the pros and cons
Who does me right who does me wrong
Words slowly form a saddened list
The song playing tells of this
All that is wrong comes in to light 
I start to cry as i continue to write
Looking for hope to turn...

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I tried to cry out,
I tried to say something,
I tried to speak up,
speak up and ask.
I tried to ask for help,
I tried so hard to be heard.
And no one heard.
I kept trying,
I kept calling and crying out.
Would no one hear me?
I tried to reach out,
out...

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I AM HIV/AIDS 

     
Saint Luke predicted me long time ago,
While the Book of Revelation warned you about me.
I am raging like a wild fire,
I am growling like a lion,
I have spotted you and I will pounce on you!
I am HIV/AIDS!

I...

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Say what?

Almost my pen refuses to speak of it
It knows it exists, but not how

A woman with a good taste of jewellery 
          Gold never grows old
I could sing of this one the whole night

A woman...

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