Best Sadday Poems
A dying word echoes your life
The past will come; the future will die
Faith will fall, just as you need
If light would rise, you’d make it disease
In this word everything fades
What you like; what you distaste
The dark becomes your flavour of truth
And in this world, hope is removed
A lonely word so sure to bring
A haunting pain that makes monsters sing
Where nothing comes because nothing is
The purest hate will spread from your bliss
And since the day you held that dead word
So close to heart, it’s all you have shared
You circle through the life that is death
Through rape and spells you steal what’s left
And since the day you held on too close
You kill yourself in each living host
And now you see the world is so clear
You twisted love when love was your fear
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There you go you have been identified
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You have been marked
Branded, tracked, and electronically lo-jacked
Forever part of the system
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Cataloged, tethered, and bound by a digital rope
0's and 1's
Forever lost digitally
And reasonably beyond hope
A sequence of numbers
To be put in a human catalogue
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To be accessed, reviewed, and assessed
Through the cyber fog
You are a number, not a name
You are part of the inventory
Of the cold hearted insane
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Welcome to the warehouse we call earth
We want your presence, we crave your birth
Another soul to feed the beast
Another set of digits to add to the feast
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No need to worry because you are free
Just never be late when you pay me
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9 little numbers to keep you straight
9 little ways to control your fate
Think of this when you obey
Live with this day by day
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It is the freedom
For which you pay
Log in, sign on, and punch the clock
My obedient tax paying flock
For the masses and your little number
You have been introduced
To the greed driven financial slumber
Welcome !
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Eric (and sometimes not)
It was the first day of the new school year
The children of Beslan had no need to fear
In anticipation they eagerly left home for school
Some walked hand in hand with Mom and Dad
Others skipped along the well known path
Excitement filled the sidewalks and the streets
As fleeting thoughts collided in mid air
Some thought of new friends to be made
Others of old friends with whom to play
A little sister left at home
Of baby brother asleep in his crib
Much too young to run and play
Some favorite lullabies which Grandmama sang
As Grandpapa played his violin
The first day of the new school year
Mothers beamed with such pride
How their little ones had grown
Never would they ever want to let go
Others gave in to their children’s cries
‘Mamma, I do not want to go to school.
May I stay with you today?’
On wings of hate evil had already arrived
With diabolical plans and bombs in hand
To maim and murder the children of Beslan
Who became captives in their little school house
After the dastardly deed was done
Dreams and aspirations lay splattered 'cross the floor
Childhood innocence forever vanished!
On the day of internment the sun in his temple hid
Earth wept pouring rain, her bitter tears
As Mothers’ voices cracked and strained
Cried out loud, their children’s names
While others pleaded in vain for death
Fathers in a state of shock stood stoically in the cold autumn rain
Wearing faces carved in stone
The blood of children cried out to Heaven
Where at the throne of mercy
Sits a God who is just
Though their bodies lay broken in tiny white coffins
On angels' wings their souls did ascend
He will judge all men and their deeds
All, on one appointed day
A tribute to the children of Beslan, No. Ostetia, Russia 9/1-3/ 2004
Another sleepless night alone,
as thoughts raced through my head,
thinking about that day you left,
and the last words that you said.
I wake up several times at night,
reaching for an empty space,
hoping all was just a dream,
and I’d wake to see your face.
Never does a day pass by,
when I don’t wonder how you feel,
and when I start to really worry,
I just bow my head and kneel.
“Please god be his eyes,
when his duty is in the field,
bring him home safe and sound,
god please protect him, and be his shield.”
Every time i say those words,
a wave of calmness comes over me,
and I’m finally able to close my eyes,
to finally get some sleep.
A poor Pegasus dreams
Of soaring freely in the sky
And to graze on the mountains
With her friends, she would fly.
She awakes with a stutter
Each and every day of her life
Hoping to soar free
As each dream becomes a lie.
She gallops through the meadow
As she tries to take flight
But she falls every time
Wings like a withered kite.
When duty comes and calls
Her friends soar off the cliff
The the poor Pegasus cries
For she shares no part of the myth.
Her hoof's thunder away
As she gallops with all her might
Her wings try one last time
Only to fall out of sight
Each day she weeps alone
As her friend leaps and sings
For poor Pegasus can never fly
With her withered, broken wings.
Thoughts of a world without you
Make me cringe.
I felt you were invincible.
You were the constant,
The strength when I could carry the pain no more.
Always the courage when I was afraid.
My sole source for true love,
Love independent of my success or failure.
Never could I imagine this day would come.
Now, death grips your hand tighter than life.
I try to be strong.
I hope I am brave.
I pray every day I find your traits in me.
The hours seem to fly.
Tomorrow floats so far ahead.
Nothing is certain,
Each breath could be the last.
I weep, sad for the impending loss.
Yet joyous in the knowledge
Soon you will suffer no more.
how could this be what a tragedy to happen to this great country
how could this be how could this happen to you and me
how could this happen for all to see
how could all we have is now in the pass
how could all the things we see are now just a memory
how could we stand with nothing left in our hands
how could we leave the things we love
how could we live from day to day
how could we face what lies ahead
we all know that we are strong
we all know that we must go on
we all know that we are one
we all know that in time we
can rebuild New Orleans
I dedicate this poem to all the
victims in New Orleans let's pray
that they can get pass this and
survive let's pray that they can
rebuild New Orleans to be bigger
and better than it was before.
Copyright@Setember2005
I hate it when they thought I thought,
I feel pain for portraying a clean portrait,
Life is like a tray,share your cake to invited guest,
Painted pictures envisage the true figure.
Lights in the day even when darkness rule in dawn as a don,
Night of day my sincerity is torn like a used toilet worker-
-surrendering to dirty papers.
Fear is a mastermind if you are so scared,
Men are killers stricks when you lean on their steps,
God is a faithful father in his care I lie on.
If I prefer a chain of gold ,
Doesn't mean I like pearls.
If I'm a glittering diamond,
I was once elusive though.
Slowly I frozed at this tone,
I knew better than I taught,
I thought better than I taught,
No love as they thought.
Lovely pain beyond imaginations,
Sequence of life record play,
Standing alone is my man of my own,
Stressing the noon day,
Has reward in the hazy time.
Take me wrong I feel calm.
At times an affectionate love can be weird,
Crazy out of reality but more fantasy I hear,
Cheers to my pain of reality,
My chains of the shady truth,
To the infirmity of the day of JOY....
Today is the day where you and I gathered for the last time
Today's the day where I shall wave goodbye
I shed a tear as I hugged you tight
For I shall see you no more by my side
Your shadow was the last thing that disappeared
Before your scarf let go and came back to where you once belonged
Wondering here and there
with every thought pending
each day and night
I begin to see that light
of living forever and I see
that light of hope as I watch
my own life unfolding within
So sad for a lonely man
who know it will come to
an end some day in his life
Only I know when, where,
and how but refusing to let
the pain over take what's left
inside of me (that is good)
I watch the clock ticking along
as I listen to my own heart
beats day and night
Filled with so much emotions
at so sad a time in life only I
know when it will come to an end
I dream and think as you do
with every thought pending
each day and night I am
living never forgetting
Only I know when, where,
and how being lonely will end
I know that you are gone
but I still hear your footsteps on the walk…
your key in the lock…the dog welcoming you home.
“What’s for dinner?’’ you ask
“I am,” I playfully reply and smile
as you sweep me up in a bear hug and I can hardly breathe!
Your clothes hang in the closet waiting for your return.
I listen to your voice on the answering machine
a hundred times a day to prove you are still here.
I never imagined when you left me that morning
That this would be the last time we kissed..
I never would have let you go.
This date will forever be a day of shame and heartbreak
The world and I will never forget
This September 11th
The day the music stopped!
Copyright©2001 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
A beautiful human being,
Lost her life, and no one seems to know why
If only her silence could be broken, If only her
Soul would wander around and deliver the untold
The story no one could tell,
The truth about what happened, Someday will be revealed
Classification and separation, Is what we often feel
Taken so violently, Bared the brutal pain,
An innocence loss, Is what she became
No matter the shape or life that she led,
She didn't deserve the death she was fed
I feel for the mother, The loss of her child,
Can be filled with no other ,The father and sister
Aunt,cousins and family will remember Tyisha,
All the good memories
Tyisha?
Do you remember the silly arguments,
We used to always have
Sitting around our desks in our elementary class,
You were mad at me and I was mad at you
Because we had some much in common,
And yet we hated to
You carried my birthday, I carried your age,
You carried my year, I carried your first name
You were like me, as I was like you,
But Tyisha Tyisha, you were taken to soon
We had our differences, We went our separate ways,
But still I remember you, Just like it was yesterday
You carried my first name, As I carried yours,
I carried a tone, Much lighter than you
But still you were taken, To soon To soon,
A home you found in heaven
With our lord, Jesus Christ,
So sad you had to leave this world
And join another life,
Nine years had gone by, Before I'd seen your face,
And when that day had finally come, It was on the newspaper page
I couldn't believe it was true,
So much sadness I felt for you
I know it wasn't right, A shameful breach of trust,
Your life was taken so quickly but the memories nobody can touch
From this day forward, Just trust and believe,
For the Master will surely supply all your needs
Tyisha don't worry, You're safe and your sound,
No longer are you burdened , No longer are you bound
Tyisha, Tyisha, Please remember me, I'll see you again,
Rest in peace, Rest in peace
(December 1998)
(By Tyesha Ehigiator)
(Aka Tyesha Miles)
(An Old classmate)
I found out on the step above,
The death of him, my only love.
My body froze on current path,
A wedding we were short to have.
At such a loss, my mind did leave,
And now I find, I cannot grieve.
For all is gone and left my hands,
Like fingers grasping tiny sand.
No purchase on this lonely step,
High and dry, yet soaking wet.
Rain will spill, in glossy form,
Yet stay I will until the dawn.
A puddle sits round sodden feet,
Warmth and care is all I seek.
Clouds did morph to tiny stars,
Yet rain it does throughout the dark.
Bitter frost starts creeping in,
The wind alone she cannot win,
For stand I do, on stony perch,
Despite the Gail of hidden mirth.
The day I woke from haunted sleep,
My step had sunken 10 foot deep.
Time had passed and left me weak,
Wrinkles now are all I keep.
I found myself amid the earth,
Egger now to keep me there.
Weathered face with silver hair,
Few more years then nearly there…
The day I passed I finally wept,
And found my love upon my step.
There he’d been forever more,
Tears he cried whatever for!?
As I travel thru life
I look at people’s faces
And see they are already dead
No need to talk to them
It’s obvious
Without even being said
Unhappy, sad, and lost
Beyond hope
And not worth the cost
They run thru their days
Wondering why
Not a flicker of hope
And to tired to cry
They just exist
From day to day
Wondering how, why,
And what they missed
To smile briefly
Would be a lot
And mean so little
Because they forgot
What it is to be alive and free
Instead of wishing
To never be
Eric (and sometimes not)
Reflections of the Season’s Tomorrows
Wondering how long before tomorrow.
Watching the door every time someone passed.
Trembling hands reached out for a moments joy.
Her rosy cheeks and eyes were now faded.
Weeping, sitting in her room, she looked around.
Her aged heart had been for children waiting.
Ever since they left, she had been waiting.
Promising, they said, “We’ll come tomorrow.”
Reflections of the seasons shone around.
But in her heart lived pain as each day passed.
Her memories and delights, now, somehow faded.
As youngsters they had been her only joy.
Too much time gone; she could not feel their joy.
So many of her days spent hoping, waiting.
Her utmost fear was that their love had faded.
She thought that there would not be a tomorrow.
The sparkles in her eyes had all but passed.
She spent each lonesome day dazed, looking around.
Suddenly, they were there, children all around!
For the first time in years, she regained her joy –
One by one, she hugged them; loving glimpses passed.
The time had come for which she had been waiting.
Her dream arrived; at last it was tomorrow.
Pain that she had felt forgivingly faded.
Thankfully, love for them had not faded.
Her gleaming eyes sent adoration around.
All thanked God above for this new tomorrow.
Grandchildren bounced balloons squealing with joy.
It happened on a day she wasn’t waiting.
One by one, the children kissed her as they passed.
Each caring look joined reality; time passed.
Her fragile squeeze showed them love had not faded
Although she had been tirelessly waiting,
There is happiness with family around.
She knew, for the first time in some years, joy!
Reflected gleams sparkled on her tomorrow.
Too fast, the moments passed; holiday lights faded
There was no more waiting; loved ones came around.
Love redeemed joy, each today and tomorrow.
© November 19, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen