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A child
No more than 12 years old
Sees images of women
Thin
Beautiful
Rich
Wanted
She looks in the mirror
She doesn't see the image
Her body doesn't fit the mold
Movies, TV and magazines
Tell her she is not what they want
She is not thin
She is not beautiful
Everyday her eyes cry as she looks at who she is
The perfect her hidden within
The beautiful soul they will not let her see
She diets
She starves
Still she does not fit the mold
She feels unloved
Unwanted
Eating less than a cracker a day
Throwing up the scant food she eats
Her body changes
Wasting away
They make her up
She wears a beautiful white dress
They close the lid
Denied the perfect her
The person she should have been
She lies in eternal rest
But she is loved
She is wanted
She will be missed
The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide
This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place
In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed
In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists
Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides
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The beautiful morning sits alone,
but with wonderful distress, and
lonelieness.
A tear falls from the morning sky,
and it begins to cry a storm alive.
Oh beautiful morning, what has
you so upset?
This morning cannot be like this.
Even before noon, the morning
sky, flooded the earth, no more
dry.
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Hate the day time, and the boredom,
And the hours left to kill,
And the pain you feel inside,
Scoops a hole for him to fill,
Whisper secrets over sunsets,
Promise you will never tell,
Pretty lies, dainty deceptions,
You never felt so well,
A beautiful mind,
But he’s sick in the head,
You imagine his touch,
He imagines you dead,
In his eyes there’s something wrong,
Sense the danger, crave the thrill,
Cut the cord, you’re too far gone,
Just slowly losing will,
Dazzles you with words,
Leaves you lost in a daze,
Cos you always were a sucker,
For a witty turn of phrase,
Gives you poppies in the evening,
Loves them best because they bring,
The things you both are craving,
Sleep for you and blood for him,
Sink into it easy,
The opiate of his hold,
Like a knife through butter or skin,
You know he prefers them cold,
A beautiful mind,
But he’s sick in the head,
You imagine his touch,
He imagines you dead,
In his eyes there’s something wrong,
Sense the danger, crave the thrill,
Cut the cord, you’re too far gone,
Just slowly losing will,
Knows your weakness, knows your movements,
A master of the maze,
Watch you dreaming in the darkness,
He’s been lying there for days,
You can taste it on his lips,
See it hidden in his smile,
Know the truth, yet still embrace it,
That boy will bleed you dry,
Sunrise brings him closer,
Runs his fingers through your hair,
Breathes so softly “it’s your time now”,
And you haven’t got a prayer.
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Gazing deep into your somber eyes
trying to get a glimpse within your soul
In the midst of a deep sea of lies,
to capture the truth in you is my goal
And now I'm hiding the pain
when I saw what's inside your heart
as I walk down this empty lane
I realized that we are now torn apart
But I won't accept any deceptive apologies
if it might pave way to a beautiful road of tragedies
You ruined my ego and my beautiful mind
Your shattered reflections was too unkind
To stab me and I'm blind that I didn't see
In our picture, we're soaring above that dark willow tree
watching the moon fades through the night
and dreaming we're sleeping on bed of sands
Paints every image of tiny dusts traverse
It's not hard to remember the hours that we're together
when we are still friends or I might say lovers...
when I still watch the lavenders and roses you gather
Now I'm sleeping alone in this shallow bed
I'm with a secret vault of Colt Forty-Five
and voices around are whispering the words you said
but if I couldn't see your picture alive
If this would be the ending of this story
I'll not wait for you to come anymore
but I'll try to say I'm sorry
until you see the floor covered gore
when everything was possible
when everything was new
when my heart beat out of my chest
and found it's way to you
when skies were emerald green
and trees were powder blue
hearts everywhere were seen
you said it was because of me
i said it was because of you
your eyes reflected gold
they told me stories
that were never told
i hung on each and every word
i remember everything i heard
in the background, a blutiful bluebird
Everyday was Mid-September Blue
when you showed me a better me
and I showed you a sweeter you
Mid-September Blue
was such a beautiful violet hue
the most beautiful view
that I ever knew
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It's been over a month since I've seen your face,
I hope you're in a better place.
When I see your saddening grave,
You seem so helpless and tremendously brave.
I'd love to be with you again,
To see you playing around in your pin.
I keep wishing on the brightest star,
Because I know just where you are.
When I look to the skies,
They remind me of your beautiful eyes.
I think you should know, my world is torn,
It takes skills, trying not to mourn.
My heart is fractured; it cannot be repaired,
The feelings from my soul cannot be shared.
Your fur so black, with specks of whites,
Remind me of the darkest nights.
My mouth whispers words of love,
Like the angelic voice of a precious dove.
Your eyes shine so lovingly bright,
To create such a beautiful sight.
I hold your image close,
Like nature does a rose.
The tears I shed are jewels from my heart,
Without you I have no idea where to start.
Missing you is all I can bare to do,
Wandering around without a clue.
Looking back at all those times I spent, thinking of you,
My heart is lacking what is needed, it needs something true.
I look over those days, wishing I could change the past,
But knowing it all came way too fast.
I'd always wanted a dog of my own,
And you were the best dog I'd ever known.
I'm sorry for all the times I pushed you down,
Instead of picking you up, off the ground.
The way your eyes used to glow,
Let your true colors show.
The date is carved in my heart,
Written on every piece of art.
And I'll keep wishing on the brightest star,
Until I'm right where you are.
I will never forget your loving face,
I know you're in a better place.
The moon seems somehow hollow tonight;
It’s light ghostly and intangible –
It peers at me like a baleful eye, marking me out
Spotlighting my sad state of solitude
‘Look at you, all alone,’ it mocks, in clangorous tones,
‘See how he has deserted you – the one who ruled your world.’
Oh yes…see how he has abandoned me,
The brash and beautiful traitor; Satan-snake in the grass…
Furious, my shoulders stiffen, the muscles in my back twinge;
Outrage boils in my guts, a seething whirlpool of bile and venom
And as I remember your face, your haughty stare, it hits -
I am overtaken by the nausea of wounded pride
And the worse – oh so much worse – pain of a freshly massacred heart
It is so powerful that tears of agony sting my eyes
I am forced to bow my head so my hair falls forward,
Curtains my face so the cruel moon won’t see me cry…
You know, beautiful brute, I think you’ve killed me this time
I can even feel the hole you left…the one you gouged in my heart
My probing fingers can detect it, leaching misery into my blood,
Spouting black despair like desert oil…
And as for my trust, well, that’s all in tattered shreds;
A bloodied battlefield banner, lying crumpled on an airless day
I can imagine, sweet, that wherever you are you’re gloating
In one fell swoop you annihilated my heart and soul
You put me through the agony of sleepless nights,
And endless days unable to eat for wishing you were here
And at the end of it all, when you did appear, all you did was stab;
Was plunge your knife into my exposed and fragile spine –
And twist…and twist…and twist…
Until I slumped, weeping and worshipful, onto the glistening moon-washed floor…
That sanguine little girl
so full of longing
Gave up her ghost inside
and left it homeless,
wandering
Sleepless
I lay back and wonder why
When you enter mind
I want to cry
I’ve forgotten what it feels like
to be truly happy
But I know I’d find it
If I someday found you
I wouldn’t trade this torture for all the peace
in the world
I wouldn’t erase your face from my mind
for a universe
I won’t shut out your beautiful voice
to save my life
I will stop at nothing
to make you all mine
The weight of empty
Crushing load of inner vacancy
I’ve forgotten what it felt like
when my soul wasn’t heavy
But I know that it once again could fly
If I could take you with me
I wouldn’t trade these tears for all the bliss
on this barren earth
There’s nothing more beautiful to me
than you, when you smile
I couldn’t forget you
if that were my desire
And only death will keep me
from my place at your side
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I was born in the beautiful country called Zimbabwe,
Now it is devastated by the tyrant Robert Mugabe.
It was once a land full of milk and honey,
No this poem is not going to turn out funny.
But once this African came into power,
The whole country turned sour.
Don’t get me wrong not all Africans are bad, I turned out well,
Well besides the underarm smell, what the hell.
I remember when everything looked new, we were happy souls,
Now we have ten trillion dollar bills and the roads are full of pot holes.
Yes this is the country you need two wheel barrows full of money to but bread,
There's no welfare so you got to beg borrow and steal or you dead.
We had beautiful scenery, like Matopos (the balancing rocks) and Victoria Falls,
But this African destroyed it all.
We used to call the Falls the “Rain that thunders,”
Now I think it should be called “The nation’s tears caused by one man’s blunders.”
I now live in the UK where my father was born and where I will be
But as the saying goes “You can take the monkey out of the tree, but not the tree out of the
monkey.”
I miss my country the lovely Zimbabwe
And so sorry one African can mess it up, the African Robert Mugabe.
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He protected her from all the dinosaurs
Gave her the safety no one ever gave
They shot him, hunted him
With not even a consider
That she loved him, thanked him
Saw the most beautiful scene
No human ever saw
She rested in his paw
But you took her
Teared the love, the protection, the safety
Caused the beast of the jungle
To become a prisoner
Prisoner of you, of your tries to rescue her
Though she was alright
The beast remained mad, angry of your existence
Of your crime
When you rescued her
Mighty Kong came running after you
The guns were held, the chloroform was aimed
As soon as he came, countless ropes hunted him
Thousands bottles chloroformed his body
His eyes, his movements, his heart…
The protector’s end got him guilty
Guilty of a crime not done, not faced, not planned
Her voice called and cried out loud: STOP!
No replies or answers or even realization
The beast became the good
And they became the beast
Because of hunting, because of taking lives
Because of taking his freedom
As soon as their ship sealed to a city
Whose lights never slept?
New York the shows were set
The laughs were made on the protector
Chained, bleeding agony, sight needing only her
The girl that he saved
As more laughs began and endless ridicules was made
The beast started to destroy the city
The city that got him to no peace
Because of greed, blood is spilled
Because of love, sacrifice is born
Because all this
Mighty Kong went searching and at last found
But not had enough time to enjoy
Carried her to the tallest building in the whole town
The most beautiful sunset was set
And the planes came shooting him from above
From behind, everywhere
And he had nothing but to protect her again
From the spiteful human raise
Finally the planes got their desire
And he fell
Looking into her eyes
It is not the planes that took him down
It is beauty that killed the beast…
The calm waters edge
Splashes the shore,
The tranquil place,
The perfect place,
Anyone would want to be here.
The thoughts of family, friends
Anyone you wish to share this moment with,
Share this overwhelming feeling of joy swirling in your mind
This most amazing scene.
This picture displayed before your eyes
Makes you want to cry
The feeling of pride;
Pride, love for what is in front of your eyes.
This epic moment.
Sun shining on the sea
Creating an amazing contrast to the sky.
Below the sea lays,
Lay such unfathomable things.
As the sun slowly falls from the sky
You take time and realize
The feeling of being free.
When the sun’s light finally hides
You sit on the soft white sand
Pondering:
How can such a beautiful thing exist in this world of death?
The trees stir as the wind blows,
There is no more warmth of day,
Just the bright moons light
And the crisp air of night.
Close your eyes and relax.
Dream of the peaceful things,
You have seen.
Awake.
The same scene surrounds you
Yet without the same feeling of joy.
The suns clouded,
Its darkness making the ocean look grey,
What was once a nice day
Has been shown the side of decay.
The wind flows around
But with a different tone,
The gentle, reassuring breeze
Dead.
Something is wrong.
The soft, quiet ocean starts to turn tide
There is no sound.
Lightening crackles shattering the silence
Violent rain pounds the ground
And the ocean turns black,
The fury is coming.
Spin, turn, look for an escape
But no one is around;
Shut your eyes, drown out the noise
And think of that time.
That time...
The one with the nice breeze
And the clear sky
The one that made you cry;
Cry those tears of happiness and content.
The beautiful scene
That beautiful time.
The one with not a care in sight
The one where stars where always shined bright
And the water was a beautiful sight,
Yes, yes, once upon a time...
I was only two years old
with beautiful brown eyes and hair
I was just a tiny ole thing
still needing care
I loved to run and play
learning new things
was everything I had to gain
My life was cut to short
for my mother wanted much more
If you watch CNN
You should know then what happen
If I knew that day
I was in harms way
I would have never ran into
my mommies arms
I was found after I turned only three
but the only thing left of me
was my skelton and bones
I guess my mommie has
what she wanted now
a 8x8 room
with pretty steel doors
My life here is much better
It has clouds and blue skies
and the most beautiful Angels
that ever have I saw
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They were dark evil monsters.
They snatched her up and put curses on her.
They tore at her skin and ate away at her soul.
She was a tortured princess, begging to die.
He was her savor, he slayed the evil beings.
He wrapped her in sunshine, he showed her what warmth was.
He cured her wounds and healed her soul.
She couldn't believe her luck that he had found her.
Then she fall in love with him.
And she found out that he was not her knight.
He belonged to another.
One so different then her.
Why would you do this she asked.
He didn't know. Her beautiful knight,
Could not answer her question.
Who could he not live with out.
He couldn't come up with an answer.
The facts kept alluding her sun.
So he chose the easy way out.
He threw her back to the monsters.
Torn and chewed up once again.
Because of her beautiful knight.
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Every day I am waiting at a busstop
Not for the bus but just to see her
Every day she looks new to me
Like a new angel a day
She don't know me
And I know her for years
She is front at the bus stop
And I am at a corner hiding and watching her
She always sit front in the bus
I am at a corner back seat
She never cares for me
But I even collect her every thrown bus ticket
And at the end of the day
Some of my tears go away
Then a smile follows it
Hoping that I am going to see her again
I even don't know that I love her
But I cannot live without seeing her
Years gone and decades
And she left me some beautiful memories
Some beautiful hurts and some beautiful tears from my eyes.
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