Best Saddening Poems
A saddening song swishes subtly in the bitter breeze,
Mad mournful music meets me everywhere I move,
Like a dolorous dirge drumming through the dark;
Wistful winds wearily bring to mind stinging salt drops,
All energy expended in trying to make sense of this forlorn fusion
As a painfully pensive psalm is penned down
in the ragged remnants of war...
10/25/17
We have to write poetry
Please bring a word from your desire
I’ll get one from my dream
We both will be in symmetry
We have to write poetry
We have to write poetry
Bring your bowl of jasmine
I’ll get the wine glass
No more bluish saddening
No more red maddening
We have to write poetry
Please search for some smooth paper
I’ll get my pencil
We will draw a pink and green nature
With many a happiness feature
We have to write poetry
Please bring a drop of tear from your life-struggle
I’ll get a cup of my sorrows
In our fine art they will snuggle
We will listen to the rustle
Get some golden grains of sand from your beach
And the velvet of your tenderness
Let us combine and set them up together
And set up with love a nest
With joy in our breast
No more biting bitterness
No broken tree
For we have to write today
An ode on warm sea
Happiness poetry
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June 28, 2017
The Headfire spreading wildly through my mind
Uncontrollably the words start to flow
As visions of ideas are designed
My creativity begins to grow
There are so many thoughts I can't escape
Some magical, a colorful garden
Or a lake surrounded by lush landscape
The images that won't let my heart harden
Others are quite darker and saddening
Like the love I have lost throughout my life
And my shameful sins which are maddening
It is filling my heart with so much strife
Whatever theme, my Headfire leads the way
Until the day I have nothing to say
6/24/2017
My grandfather once told me that the death
of a poet was as saddening as a burning library;
how right he was!
Before, I thought poetry was just a smart
combination of words in verses,
making everything you understand to be hard
to decipher, akin to the hieroglyphs scribbled
on the walls of pharaohs' tombs.
As I grew older, there it was! My grandfather's
statement!
Verses in the Bible, Bhaga-vad-Geeta, revolutionary books,
lyrics of popular songs.....; all were dependent
of the fact that a poet somewhere did what he was born
to do; inspire the world with words that ignite emotions.
Bake sale for equality
Power to the people
But its true nullity
Its not for all people
"You've heard the complaints...
Now its really happening"
Equality with which you must reacquaint
The irony is saddening
One dollar for man
75¢ for a lady
Aren't we all human
We seem divided lately
Im not a feminist
But i hope you don't mind
Im a humanist
I believe in all of man kind
Starless night, a fire ahead
upon a wind sheltered hill.
Drizzling rain and steamy breath,
I feel the yearning for you.
Lighted by the flickering shine
you seem to be nameless to me.
But your words, your versant vein
recall the charm of the past.
Like a swallow in fall,
untamed and wild,
you’ve vanished silently.
Your cold, weary eyes
have lost their bright glow
of periods elapsed too fast.
Love of life, my friend, come back to me,
spread your wings and carry me home.
To consoling shores, and healing refuges,
till my heaven's starry again.
Wandering through a twisted maze
in search of where I belong.
Deep beneath the outer coat
I’m all confounded and lost.
I may count the stars by night,
but they don't look out on me.
I may walk a million miles,
but life is not coming forth.
Like a swallow in fall,
untamed and wild,
you’ve vanished silently.
Your tedious glance,
your meaningless look
are saddening me deep inside.
Love of life, my friend, come back to me,
spread your wings and lead me along.
To uncharted soils, beyond cumbering bounds,
till my heaven's starry again.
By and by my life
got a dreary taste.
Childlike magic disappeared
and sternness began.
Elusive confidence,
blissful ignorance,
peaceful mindlessness,
defeated and buried in pain.
I couldn’t resist
Love of life, my friend, come back to me,
spread your wings and teach me to fly.
To salvation’s dawn, beyond crumbling walls,
till my heaven's starry again.
Terry keep it real, while meditating tonight,
I was wondering,
If the night steals my soul, What will I do?
Will I regroup and feel more alive, to embrace
that nothingness with a smile, in a gracious style?
Terry is thinking, what if the night steals my soul?
Will I pull my life together,
learn to cope, dissolve my fears and not
feel the need to look at my scars?
Will I bury who gave me those bruises,
the rape during a war, abusive husband for years,
can I end my pain, by destroying my abusers?
Terry is questioning, if the night steals my soul?
will I allow my faith in,
when thoughts of uncertainties start bleeding?
Will I give birth to words to identify those daring
challenges? Will I leave room to ignore the beating
of my heart?
Terry is afraid, what if the night steals my soul?
Will I forget, when my feelings will overflow,
and the darkness is complete, make sure my
sorrows should fade away,
being the cause of my going astray?
Terry is imagining, if the night renders my soul voluntarily,
will I reveal my true emotions, awake in ecstasy,
to end that broken smile, while driving
through the tunnel of light?
Will I wrap my journey, fighting any injustice
done against me?
Terry is happy, yes, during that night,
I will find my soul, embrace,
while drifting with the shadows of silhouettes,
dancing to the musical notes of my heart beat.
I will end my journey, burying my saddening emotions,
on this very same night, my life will feel real.
Therese Bacha
7 September 2014 Contest of Skat A.
When I take my nephew
to the park to play basketball,
I look around to spot trolls
who litter and destroy.
" Look at those hoodlooms,
how they behave and talk! "
" They are my friends " he
exclaims. " Your friends?
Has your mom met them? "
" Scondrels and slanderers
have the foul smell of rats in a sewer;
they scatter soda cans everywhere
and say words we never dare to say! "
I notice that I have embarassed him:
his bond of friendship seems stronger
than the depictable things he sees;
he'll try to defend them, then he lowers
his head and admits they aren't worthy keeping
if they are always getting in trouble! "
He asks me taking another look at them.
" It's very obvious how pitiful they are
with thin bodies and scruffy appearance...
do they ever go home and eat dinner,
or even take a shower and study hard? "
" No, " he replies with a saddening look.
" Do you consider them friends or worthless boys?"
" They are both, uncle!, I am ashamed of them. "
I wanted you to see what they become
without putting words in your mouth...
their bad upbringing reflects their personality
and their behavior; I must blame their parents
for the freedom they shouldn't have! "
And turning to him with a mellow smile,
" You like to go to college and be a basketball player? "
" Yes, uncle. " he whispered with a glow
that sparked joy in his intelligent eyes.
Written on 10/26/2016
A farmer ponders
about the hardness of life
that demands a lot
a dry and parched land
where nothing can grow and live
brings worry and fear
to a man like him
that thrives and lives on farming
it is saddening.
drought is too costly
it sucks and dries everything
land becomes barren
little child at home
is waiting, hungry for food
what is there to do
nature has its time
it has its season to share
and withhold its gifts.
man is wondering
why life changes its season
and brings misery
Flood is a very common occurrence in Bangladesh
Due to its position and altitude.
In-spite of its all experience and forecast,
The country always falls in awkward situation,
When flood comes with all its loud and lechery.
1966, 1970, 1987, 1988, 1998 ?and 2007 in 20th century
Deadly flood barred Bangladesh beastly.
Flood situation-2017 in Bangladesh
Is much ravenous, catastrophic all over the country,
More starving in the north Bengal.
Already left few hundreds people dead.
Many people are suffering with their
Cattle, children and old member of the family.
Food crisis is acute there, cooking is impossible,
As their huts already got swamped and liquidated.
Lakdi by which they cook have been soaked,
Dry food and emergency medicine they now need
Are being made available in a slow pace by the organizations.
And no place now spared there inundated
To stay in, let alone sleep or associate.
To come out from the saddening situation
We need collective efforts,
But lack of political concomitance
And for religious selfishness it is very difficult to
Let all assets and hands to be functional at a time.
We feel our world is a village, so, any disaster happen
In any corner of the world is all’s responsibility.
We are living now in a very connected world,
Anybody’s grievance is everybody’s concern,
So, we can hope no calamity is stronger than
Our collective efforts, our collective emotion and responsibility.
What life means to me
Just look around and see
It sure isn't just about existing
For many don't have such
This saddening view, viewing
Typical mans atrocity
Seeing saddening limpless bodies
Children, Grandchildren of you and I
It beggars belief of what life means
Only with tear ducts shall we cry
Now I roll my eyes in disgust
Paedophilia in our society
Really, what does life mean to us all
When perversion is so often freed
This leads me to murderous persons
Especially the ones declared free
Barbaric when we eventually view
Us, Chimpanzees gracing their trees
For I needn't go on
What life means to me
that I breathe, I'm alive, for such I see
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We Are One (Nigeria Remix)
Ever seen an eagle feeding like a vulture?
Dignity trampled on, where corruption is a culture?
Darkness threatens her future, cause of her shapeless structure
it’s saddening 'cause she’s been richly blessed by Mother Nature
Disunity like a knife tryna cut her apart
Of the National cake the lower class don’t get a part
There’s a saying you will reap whatever that you plant
There’s fruit of hatred ripening deep in our hearts
Blame it on the Government and the sycophants right
Most citizens do not get a fair role of the dice
Economic recessions led to skyrocketing price
Job rate inverse proportional to the rate of crime
What’s the way forward for a nation without steady lights
Mourning like every night
Late fluorescents with candle lights
Our eagles been flying lowly, yet it’s a scary flight
A thousand tonnes of honor and glory, heavy right
But you'll see everyday
That we'll never turn away
When it seems all your dreams come undone
We will stand by your side
Filled with hope and filled with pride
We are more than we are
We are one
Though different color or eyes skin hair and different faces
Different cultures, tribes, religions and languages
Different dreams and believes
Different gifts we received
From the creator, our souls embedded into nature
We are one
Flesh and blood, living under the sun
A species divinely created in the likeness of God (we are)
Precious like diamonds and pearls (we)
Put in charge of the universe
In freedom, peace and unity and the winds of love
We are bound
Though divided by rivers, streams and boarders lines carved in time,
by civilization and secession into nations we may divide
but only one God watches over us like the sun in the sky
If chords unite our land, lets create a unity band
No such thing as a perfect world, but we could make it better
The grass been turning brown, you and I and can make it greener
God disguised as fate, made us Nigerians for a plan
Our nation will be great, if we unite we will stand
...everyday
That we'll never turn away
When it seems all your dreams come undone
We will stand by your side
Filled with hope and filled with pride
We are more than we are
We are one
Listening in silent despair
Ambivalence
Numb as she walked
Bound by time was far from freedom
I wouldn't change her everything
Despite my cries
All is left behind me
All is gone and All is lies
Nodding smiles in Jester's torture
Nothing escapes the fallen tree
Close my eyes in hollows hiding
Desperation saddening
Turn another pageless chapter
In the mirror
The horror is me
Splintered in her head forever
Were those words so deafening
And with the wind the sounds of violence
It's paranoia that follows Me
I've become whom she's decided
~Terrified
She holds my scream
Desolation sounds inviting
And so it burns ~
~This Broken Dream
Make-up and fancy clothes,
plastic surgery and luxury.
Things of lust and greed,
do they really make one objects of beauty?
Like dolls that invite
men, envy and unwanted attention
vying for the longest legs
or the smokiest eyes.
That foundation and eyeshadow,
those stilettos and mini skirts
girl, i tell you that you may try to impress
guys and girls alike, but you're wearing an obvious mask.
Did beauty solely depend on looks?
Curves and designer stuff
are those all that a girl is worth?
Why, if you take off all that from her, do you think she will still look pretty as you see her now?
Back then, beauty was in the soul,
the heart and the mind.
When only prostitutes would show their legs,
and wear such thick rouge.
When a lady`s worth was measured by her charm and intelligence alike,
not by her body and her face.
A king`s queen should just be as strong as him,
not as provocative as his mistress.
Now that women rely on make up and clothes to make them who they are,
only few cling on to the belief that beauty comes from within,
that not all men want long legs or long lashes
but a woman that is not only good in bed, but also in life.
Saddening as it is,
that the modern definition of beauty is such.
Six straight bottle of beers
Pick yourself up, walk in the clear
My last text was a revelation
Your response was a mere reaction
Of what comes for us tomorrow.
You built a barrier of cashmeres
A deafening silence calling for tears
But a smirk is all I can give
I don’t breathe agony. It’s not how I live
Truth sets me free, the cliché disabled you from me
You are now blinded by my reality
It’s still me, the weird girl you once fancy
I can only plead in silence
My words to bend the stereotype of my decadence
But this won’t keep me still, I need to pay the bill.
Our short memories will be my reference
A proof of being felt above the city of iridescence
Thousand miles apart
All I have is a pen and paper to deliver my heart
To a definite, saddening, heartbreaking end
Cheers!
This expires the vague collage of our happy trend.