Best Sadhappy Poems
One Day I’ll go Home.
Home is where I could do anything. I would listen to my music and clean as often as
I liked. There was no right or wrong as time belonged to me. When I listened to my
music nothing else mattered I was just happy. Happy was a simple thing with only
music and cleaning for my home was a happy place for me!
Music brought an upbeat rhythm to lift my spirit at all times. I felt the beat as I
moved about doing all things in time with the songs. I enjoyed cleaning my home
with joy as things shined so for my pleasure. A combination of music and cleaning
nothing could beat. I wanted and needed to feel so complete.
Now a new house and life with music I still have. Now the music is less and the
cleaning so rare. The joy of the shine is far from my home and the call of pleasure
and being complete I’ve left behind. The feeling’s once felt while my music played
and I scrubbed things down has been handed over to another.
My purpose has changed to be that of another. I fill this house with things from life
with part time music and rarely clean as someone other does this. I have a purpose
in this house and although kept secret my spirit knows things come to pass. The
rhythm of my music and the spirit of the song will ensure happiness come along!
Now as I grow old my mind turns inward to find my home. I am there at last the
place where my music plays and I find rhythm. I see myself start to clean and the
shine appears. What welcomed relief to hear and see these things that made me so
complete. Once again I am just that for joy fills my heart and I know I am home
again.
Debbie Knapp.
No more sad love poems
But what can I write then
I’ve had no happiness
So how can I write a happy one?
All I have to write about
Is lies
Broken promises
Shattered hearts
Scared souls
and that stupid face that glooms in my mind.
You tell me to write a happy love poem
I’ll try
Can I lie
Is that alright?
Because isn’t that what love is about
...Lies?
(Please note: this poem is a continuation after ‘last season’.)
Fly High
Left you behind to your own world
Where you said you will be happy -
The only thing that I couldn’t ceded…
The love that I felt for you could not be regretted.
I left alone once again with memories I cherished
I smiled with drops of water from my eyes.
Days seemed to me as years,
And time gave up my tears.
You smiled back once again with a new life…
And I kept my promise, I didn’t look back;
You let me go where I settled no-where…
I lost myself leaving behind allegiance desire.
I stand-alone myself without fear
A dire arouse and I took it as a dare.
I tied up myself and reveled with new aspire…
Yes! I left your memories, and I left it by.
I heard your voice once again, yet I didn’t fumbled,
Your tears then proved me -
Yes! I can live without you, with no tears,
Yes! I’m living without you, with no fears.
I smiled once again and I started to live afresh
Where I left you behind to your own world
Where you said you will be happy -
The only thing that I couldn’t ceded,
The love that I felt for you could not be regretted –
Yes! You were my love and you are
But I can live without you, with memories faded.
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I feel like I’m nothing when I’m compared to you
It's as if I don't exist
Maybe that’s a good thing
It'll make things much easier when you break my fragile heart
It'll make it easier for me to fall apart
I’ll be left alone to pick up the pieces
And tape them back together with
Hurt, hatred and loneliness
Which is something that you’ve managed to put an emphasis on
I hope you’re happy when you recycle me like the piece of paper I am
I hope you’re able to smile when you think of how much your words tormented me
I hope you’re happy with the way you treated me, and one last thing
I hope you take the time to think about the daggers that you stabbed through my forsaken
heart and realize
I’m the best thing that has ever happened to you
and without me
you are nothing but a misspelled word on a loose-leaf paper ball
crumpled up and standing alone with my
Sympathy, my pain, my tears and these words.
Tears soak her face,
As she sits there quietly.
No one sees her crying,
And she’s happy about that.
She tries to keep it secretive,
Just to keep away from questions.
The main question,
That she feared was why are you crying?
Followed by,
Are you going to be ok?
The truth is she didn’t know the answer to either one of these.
There was no reasoning behind her tears,
They just came to her in spurts.
She was a genuinely happy person.
She had a loving family,
Happy friends,
A great life in general.
But for some reason she was sad.
Not sad,
She was depressed.
There was only two people in her life,
That knew how she really was.
Without her telling them.
And those two people,
Were the only ones that could change it.
These two people didn’t even know,
That they had this power over her moods.
And she never planned on telling them.
Her mom had an idea,
That her daughter was acting different.
But when she asked her about it,
She said it was nothing.
And she believed her,
Which was a mistake.
She should have known,
Known that she was not alright.
Her daughter didn’t even realize,
Until she started to write.
She wrote down her thoughts and feelings.
In a different way.
Not using a diary,
Not using a letter.
No she used a unique way of saying how she felt.
A way no one would figure out,
She wrote her feeling down through poems.
And no one would decipher the TRUE meaning behind them,
She was sure of it.
So sure,
Because she didn’t even know!
16 and I wish I was happy again
16 and wish I had a friend to confide in
16 and in so much pain
16 and want to be happy again....
Miss Mary Jane is constantly filled with joy,
she loves the lord but not as much as this boy
Her hopes are high, as she tries not to sigh
She wants to be happy and always see the light
but it reminds her of her pain and the constant fight
Everyone is happy as can be
But she doesnt understand and cannot see
This love that once dwelled within
is struggling to even feel a thing
Why be nice when they dont care
when you need someone and they arent there
She loves you God, you need to understand
She just needs some time to comprehend
I am here and just waiting for tomorrow
I am here and walking out from this year
I want to celebrate this new year very grandly
So, I am here and waiting for tomorrow
Anybody can see a great hope in my eyes
Anybody can understand my inner expressions
Anybody can feel my love
But still nobody with me to welcome this new year
I want to forget what she did to me
I want to forget that she is no more
I want to forget her every memory
So, I am crying here and waiting for tomorrow
I know she is not existing
But my heart can feel her
My eyes can see her
my words are talking to her
And when I am welcoming this new year
With the tears in my eyes
She is there to wipe out my tears
And she is the first one to wish me happy new year
Then she has gone leaving me alone
I am waiting for her past 364 days
Each day is a decade without her
I am waiting for the new year
Another year has come
I am here alone waiting for her
And I am here and waiting for tomorrow
Just to wish her a HAPPY NEW YEAR
I want to write happy poems
Of hopes and dreams; of love and light;
About tender kisses in the night,
And all the ways lovers find delight.
But, the memory of you
Comes into my mind, intruding.
Thoughts of you keep exuding;
In the end I just find myself brooding.
I took a gamble on love;
The cards were dealt, the dice were tossed.
When the game was over, I had lost.
I wouldn't have played had I known the cost.
So I sit here, broken in spirit;
No joy to beg, or steal, nor borrow.
All I can do is unload this sorrow.
Maybe I'll write a happy poem tomorrow.
Change is necessary. Happiness, impossible
How bad does it have to get before you make the changes?
You comfort the crushed ones always with the future
Why is it sometimes I can’t see your side of exchanges
Look down on me, see my bitterness, see my hate
See my effort, my tears, my constant plea for joy
How do I possibly get up from this ever-lasting fall
When I’m like a character that the director plans to destroy
My place in life is like a child’s broken old toy
In the corner, forgotten; when found, will be discarded
Every hopeless moment of fear, sadness, and depression
Feels like they’ve been looked upon and disregarded
How bad does it have to get before you make the changes?
I fantasize about my happy ending, where I can fade away with a smile
How is it that death is much more appealing than life?
How sad that I long for it, my ideal happy ending, I've waited for a while
I once cared for love,
I once cared for life,
and everything was going right,
when I was willing to put up a fight,
now everything is going wrong,
I can't even get happy when I hear my song,
now I wish people could see,
how happy I once could be,
and now I know that no one cares,
I'm now free to leave this nightmare,
and when I put my head to rest,
I know that having no life! is the best.