Best Sadlife Poems
I heard him close shut the attic door,
I snuck in and saw him on the floor.
He found the box that I stored away,
As I turned to leave I heard him say.
“Mom, could you come here for a few,
Whose badge is this and what does this do?”
Placing the hat on top of his head,
Come close my son I softly said.
With a saddened tone I lowly spoke,
Pushing words over the lump in my throat.
That box of stuff belonged to a man,
Who left one night with his keys in hand.
He heard his pager go off late one night,
He jumped in that suit and dashed out of sight.
To answer a call, not knowing for sure,
The dangers his heart would have to endure.
He’d always been brave right from the start,
And was a good man with a courageous heart.
He wasn’t a man like typical dads,
That was mainly because the job that he had.
That box of stuff is his way to pave,
The bright good man you’ll be someday.
Because in that box that you delved into,
Belonged to a man who looked like you.
If you can understand I’ve never known why,
Before you were born that man had to die.
I cannot imagine what he went through,
To save a stranger he never knew.
He faced a danger he didn’t deserve,
He gave his life to protect and to serve.
He wasn’t respected most of the time,
But still he laid his life down on the line.
With all this that I share this day,
There’s a few final words I’d like to say.
All the stuff that’s within that box,
I want you to know belonged to a cop.
There’s a lot of things he never saw,
He lost his life defending the law.
And one of those things that he didn’t see,
Was watching you become what you came to be.
You’re brave like him in the things you pursue,
I know he’d be proud of the life you ensue.
It’s been along time that my heart has cried,
I still remember the night that he died.
Much has happened since the night he was slain,
I think you should know that you bear his name.
Yes there are times that I still get sad;
But I want you to know that man was your dad.
So put the box up my little snooper,
Now that you know your dad was a trooper.
Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake...
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...
Moments becomes hours for me, when I see the others smile in minutes
Old is my mouth; for not having strength for such movements
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...
This mind, beats so much more than this heart
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Easy is the wind to those that welcome its flirty touch
Soft are the sounds of the leafs being crushed
Dazing is the street light, when watched throughout the night
Animals pass and smell my sent; small acquaintances if you might
Yonder noises: added ingredients, to help imagination take a flight
Watching children play
Eying women walk
Dim; the lights will say
Nothing seems to stop
Everyone's alive
Sadly, so am I
Death's a friend to each one of us
All of us will cry
Yelling out: Come friend, tears will not shed mine
This mind, beats so much more than this heart
How heavy is the rain on a wet coat longed?
Undisturbed is the playing of my high school song
Rusty is my skin, but I not worry for it to be touched
Sounds of other voices keep me hushed
Dealing with myself so long
Aging is my only grown
Yield please earth, been so still, I feel you spin
Friday games I never win
Reaching out to grab myself
Inside me, there is no help
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...
Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake
Awake to feel the air up above me
Tumbling down in quakes
Until I cry: NO MORE SHALL I TAKE
Riding upon hopelessness
Dying upon wait
Alone with my heart inside
Yearning for her to stay...
Having loved ones is an incredibly comforting feeling, but when you enter the vast
landscape of the mind and see only depression and despair, you become aware
that you are alone in your misery. Clinging to the last threads of sanity It feels as if
you are spiraling into a bottomless black abyss.
All sense of responsibility, joy, hope, drive, ambition and any concern for life are
gone like a whisp of smoke. There is no comfort offered when looking deeply into
who you are. Everything that you once held dear seems so pointless in the eternal
perspective of time. There is no escape from the futility of it all. Will I make a
difference or at least be a descent human being. If I do, what difference will it
make. Countless times have I looked into the never ending realm of insanity and
longed to leap into its welcoming arms. I can think of no greater blessing than to
lose one's capacity for self awareness.
Would I fall for all eternity or through the destructive force of madness find
normalcy. It all seems so hopeless. Some say life passes so fast that you should
cherish every moment. But, living out the drudgery of each day seems an eternity to
me. If I focus hard enough my minds eye sees exactly who I am. I have a self
loathing, over burdened, depressingly active, mentally challenged, sarcastic, twisted
thinking process. Process usually indicates order. Not in my case. My mind plumets
into a cold unfeeling wasteland that sends me into fearful fits of confusion where I
am overwhelmed with unrelenting incomparable anger. I ponder an escape , but I
realize I am destined to wallow in the company of despair and futility for all eternity
and deservedly so. Then it finally dawns on me that through my foolish decisions
and self destructive actions I have fulfilled my mission in life to be a stench filled
mass of human waste. I grieve for those who know the loneliness I feel when
journeying into the depths of the seemingly twisted internal machinations of my
mind. It is the only place that in all respects you are truly alone. I no of no other
place where hopelessness reigns as it does in the deep recesses of who I am. It
makes me wonder if I might be God's only mistake.
You say im happy,
you say my life is perfect,
you say im so lucky.
But you dont know,
you dont see,
im drowning in the sea,
im struggling to breathe,
Im struggling to survive,
I cant go on, its just to much,
surrounded by the tears,
the pain,
the fears.
I want to escape this sea,
of dying dreams.
I want to be happy,
live life to the fullest.
I need your touch.
Your love,
your heart,
i need you.
I need you to save me,
get me out of the sea,
keep me from drowning,
and not break my heart.
I need to keep going.
I cant give up.
I have much more life to go.
I cant give up yet.
But you just dont know, how much pain, and suffering i go through, to survive the
day.
You say im happy,
You say my life is perfect,
But dont you see, me drowning in the sea?
Im not happy, im not perfect, my life sucks.
I cant do anything right, im not perfect
Im just flowing down this river of crushed dreams.
I have my hopes and dreams,
but to live your life, knowing they will never come true,
is pain, and suffer.
You dont know, you donw know what its like to be me,
or whats its like to drown in the sea,
or flow down the river of crushed dreams,
You just dont know,
what its like, to be me.
I'm holding your letters, here in my hand
Each word is wrapped in cursive swirls
Of trembling, eloquent, handwriting...
You shared your life with me...
A gift of yourself, like little grains of sparkling sand...
Slipping through my open fingers
But, it's only now.... that I fully understand...
They were small chapters, and stories....detailed accounts...
of a picture you framed,
a flower you grew, a morning of mauve,...
a dress you made, a puzzle you solved...
or the rains that quickly came, then disappeared...
A little life, a simple day, so quickly came, and left....through fading years....
Snippets of a life that seemed unremarkable, too easily dismissed
Until you were gone.
Until I missed you...
Until I began to realize
that I wouldn't have a second chance...
another day, to pay closer attention, ...
to ask more questions,...to show more interest
to look deeper into your eyes,
those eyes of experience, clarity...
kindness and charity...
so filled with the wisdom of age
....before the page of love had closed....
Your caring, ...your patience,...your understanding....
That in my neglectful ways,
I thought would always be....
These letters I hold in my hand,
ending with words of love.....
that perhaps, I didn't really deserve
That only now, I've truly heard....
By Carrie Richards
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The walk to the grave
Of my adopted mother
Took everything for me to be brave
Standing there and listening
To what the minsiters said
About the life she had been living
The deeds she had done while here
Meals she had prepared for many
How people thought her a dear
This walk is a walk to remember
Can I walk in the steps
The steps in life she rendered
He thought himself a poet
Destined to live this lie
He wrote the words that no one reads
And the world would pass him by
For he had no education
He could barely read or write
But still he wrote his simple words
His spelling never right
Eighty years old he's seen it all
Though he seldom understands
Forced to live a simple life
A life that fate demands
He writes his poems everywhere
Even on the back of a cereal box
He sleeps all day and writes all night
In his underwear and a pair of socks
A fall when he was three years old
Left his brain a little slow
For eighty long years he spoke as a child
With a mind that wouldn't grow
The soul of a poet and the life of a child
He wrote what he felt inside
He smiled as he wrote his simple words
As his heart was filled with pride
Today she lives on memories
Morsels of her past
Betrayed by time and left to die
Death's shadow has been cast
The wrinkles on her lonely face
Tell stories of joys and pains
A map of sorts, of who she was
Is all that now remains
She has no need for future things
No need to understand
Living now because she must
Beyond the things she'd planned
No one to tell her stories to
They start to fade away
She sadly waits her time to die
While living in yesterday
Trapped between this life and death
Her tears begin to speak
Another memory, she won't share
Running down her cheek
She's now become invisible
It's like she don't exist
But when she's gone, it won't be long
Until she's truly missed
She had so much to offer us
Wisdom, that we refused
Silently, slipping through the cracks
A treasure, that we abused
She paid the dues that life demands
Then quietly disappears
Left alone, she fades away
The wrinkles and the tears
I look at her smile
It is the kind you can all across her face
Her eyes twinkle and shine
Hiding a life she refuses to live
She walks away from love
Never giving anyone a chance
Never taking down the walls she has built
Those who try admire her kisses
Her sense of humor
The life they can see trying to break free
But it is all quickly hidden away
And all that’s left is an empty smile
For everyone to see
The streets, breeds…
These ghetto streets filled with hunger and pain,
Where civil hands toil in hardships but lives remain plain.
Walking the street corner at night puts lives at stake,
I see a sister looking to make a quick buck in a masquerade
Emptiness and cold her love for men had faded.
Using her body as a tool just to get by,
A deadly weapon it was, yet all men wanted to try.
Her sublime confidence of youth was once true,
The concept of prospect once guided her fate,
Until her implicit mind fell into a subliminal state.
Aspirations vanished when love came into play,
Safety of her heart was all to God she prayed.
Her prayer was unanswered when two weeks later,
She was repeatedly raped as she cried to her Maker,
Three men took turns in violating her whole being,
After this, life in her eyes no longer had meaning.
Her pleads and cries was not worthy of their attention
As they continued to rape her without contrition
As she looked up to the sky for divine intervention,
God wasn’t there but the devil thrived at the actions
of cruelty, violence and depravity.
What in the world did she do to merit such a penalty?
She was left alone impregnated with lies,
Living in denial with a life unfulfilled,
She refused to swallow the truth like a birth control pill,
Her intentions now were nothing more but to kill,
Strong willed, she was now so filled with vengeance,
There was nothing anyone could do to ease her grievance.
Because of what had happened everyday she cried painfully,
She felt God had abandoned her and it hurt her terribly.
Her eyes empty and sad, life was very bad,
Her heart very broken, her mind was going mad,
Her spirit crushed like the worst road accident
She took her own life, which wasn’t so magnificent
These cold streets breeds…
Broken homes for the broken hearted,
Broken dreams binds us to the ground, we cannot fly
Because we have broken wings.
Broken spirited, in our daily lives,
We remain… Broken.
I was crying tonight
I thought I had survived the pain
I know I was lying to myself
Holding back the tears
Pretending that life had moved on
That I had moved on
As the the night drifted to dawn
I found so much missing
Then I pictured him
The image was so clear
My mind wandered back to the nights we shared
I felt his hand upon my skin
I saw the reflection of the moon in his eyes
I felt the happiness that lived in each moment
With him I felt whole
My life complete
Without him
Emptiness engulfs me
Sadness overwhelms me
I am lonely
Not for my lover
Not for companionship
Not for the man
For my best friend
I am lost
I look around and realize
This is not where I belong
This is not where I should be
This is where I stay
I ask myself why I stay
And though I can make a list of reasons
They are all excuses
Words that mask the fear
The fear of failure
Fear of more heartbreak
I know how disappointed in me he would be
And that is why I cry
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Johnny played video games till his mouth was dry
He never glimpsed at the midday sun
Or turned his head to see the star lit sky
He would have seen a world for the taking
Just a couple steps outside
But he never played outside
He played every sport on a gaming console
Every sport he never tried
Maybe he saw the shots he could have scored
Through his dilated eyes
Through his bloodshot, tired eyes
His parents were as wealthy as could be
But life was spinning and they were dizzy
Maybe him and his father would have thrown a football
But life was just too busy
The law firm was just too busy
On parent teacher day at school
There was a limousine waiting after the bell
With a chauffeur to inquire
Whether Jonny was doing well
But he wasn't doing well
They found out about those b's and c's
So they tried to give him hell
Driving straight into the heights, straight into the ghetto
So he would know what could happen if he did not excell
But when he stuck his head out the window
He didn't mind the pungent smell
He saw kids his own age kicking a makeshift soccer ball
And that air conditioned lexus
Felt like a prison cell
By Kyle Kriticos
If it’s that easy to lose you… then go
People always leave, trust no one even yourself
I love myself for losing you
You can’t deny the fatal truth.. I don’t love you
I’ll never regret the decision to lose you
My soul won’t rest until I forget you
The longer I live the lesser my heart beats for you
You’ve decided to leave me, I’ve decided to hate you
People pretend to love you, turn your back
They wish you to disappear
In my life I trust no one, cause this life is based on lying
I never thought that I would cry when you leave
My heart was strong when you were around
But since you left it weakens by the moment
You made my world rain with sadness
What’s the meaning of friendship if eventually they’ll leave?
I live in a world full of sadness, so why should I be happy??
I’d wish to die than seeing you leaving
I’d wish to die than living like this
I wish to be hopeless, cause I suffer when I hope that you’ll come back
I’d wish to be blind than seeing you leaving
I’d wish to be deaf than hearing you cry
I wish I had no tongue to taste the bitterness of loneliness
My middle name is misery
My first name is hopeless
My last name is treachery
I thought it was a dream come true meeting you
But no it’s not a dream, it’s my personal hell
My blood is cold, my heart is stone
My veins are crumpled, my soul is crushed
My life is gone with you
I can’t eat, I can’t drink
I can’t see, I can’t hear
I can’t talk, I can’t walk
I can’t live my miserable life
I see another girl, I feel nothing for her
Where are my feelings? They’re gone with you
I’m just like a rolling stone
You were my twilight, now darkness followed your absence
And everything is dark
I'm lost, I can’t find my way
I'm lost in this place, and this place is my life
Just save me from my misery
Just let me fade away
My breath is taken
And my heart stopped beating
My heart is cut in splits
No wonder why its so cold
Cause your still here
I'm running out of choices
I'm running out of clues
There’s nothing I can do to make this go away
You are like a scar in my heart, that’s tearing me apart
I wander through this land
Of broken promises and dreams
Clouded by the death of you
Wondering what life means
My colourless existence
In a world of black and grey
Reflects the person I’ve become
And who I am today
Without you in my life
I seem to have no life at all
No one here to guide me
Or to catch me when I fall
I almost hear you breathing
I almost feel you near
I almost feel your touch
Sometimes it’s almost like you’re here
This jigsaw puzzle of my life
Has pieces I can't find
For half of me went with you
Leaving half of me behind
I feel so cold and lonely
So battered and so bruised
I feel so insecure right now
Tortured and confused
My life is like an open book
Written but unread
Thoughts I never told you
Words I never said
The voice of hidden truth, I know
Will never now be spoken
Though time may heal my scars
I know my hearts forever broken
Silently I cry for you
Silently I pray
For silence is the loudest spoken word
I never say
I can’t escape the darkness
I’ve come to know so well
While you are free in heaven
I still reside in hell
And here I will remain
Until the day my life is through
Until the day God takes my hand
And leads me back to you..
By Raina Hutchins
To my grieving friend....
Tell me—
What is death, oh grieving friend?
As we plummet in the midst of perversion and strife
Energy drained from the hardships of life
We lose our sense of being—we subside
We gaze upon the peace of graves—death is kind
Engraved upon the oldest stones we read “Rest in Peace”
And as the days go by it seems the pain will never cease
And as those days Die
For the living—death is kind
Why then, Life, do you torture us so?
Are you waiting for the day when we’ll let you go?
Fleeting…fading…see us unwind
Time and Life seem so unkind
As if—they have left our souls behind
Tell me—what is death?
And what of Life, oh doubtful friend?
Our souls shimmer upon the stones
With all the deceased we can’t feel alone
Freedom seeps through these eternal beds
For the gift of life will find its end
Meanwhile, we’ll just wait for the day
When pain will subside and peace will stay
And rotting centuries later—you will surely find
That—yes! Death is truly, sincerely kind
So—I implore you, my shady friend
Allow this life to find its end
Don’t lose yourself—the grieving must cease
Just let him Rest in Peace