Best Sadlonely Poems
LOVE
Love is just four letter Word
But sometimes acts as double edged sword
When you're in Love , it feels so good
Keeps you in Happy and joyful mood
Heart beats with a slower rate
Sleeps the thing the body hate
But when love tries to go away
Makes life take turns in Opposite lay
Tearing eyes and the soaring noes
You become lonely And friends be foes
Walking down the lane you think
Lifes like the Sun that sink
Shows you day and brings harmful night
Fate comes down like a dropping kite
So,
Being Lonely a good thing may be
As,
Love is not just everyones BABY.
------YASHU
Sometimes I feel that nobody cares
Sometimes I don't know why
It's so hard to cry
It's so hard to say it
That I'm afraid that I would lonely die
Loneliness is killing me
It is cutting my body veins
It is stepping on my pride
It is making me feel there is no God
There is nobody by myside
Loneliness is a damage
With no mercy It is crushing my soft heart
Which is like a singing bird
That was killed the next day on my bed
I walk among people
What a happy person you are they say
They don't know the pain is deep inside
I better keep my smile this way
They look at my home
What a nice room it is
I look at these white walls
I just want to break them down
They look at my bed
What a comfortable bed you got they envy
I sleep on it
It feels like an empty pool full with tears
They look at the candles in my room
How relaxing and romantic you are they tell me
They don't know when I light them up
The more desperate and lonely I get
Loneliness is winning this war
But when I wakeup in the day
I forget about my failure
I start killing loneliness by doing things on my way
Isn't this brilliant?
Isn't it just gay?
Life is so resilient
With you gone away!
But I won't think about that now
No, not just right now anyway
For I've come to see the clowns
And they're laughing today!
It is kind of sad
And a tragic love affair,
For one who didn't know what he had
And the other, who didn't even care!
But enough of that now
Today I want to feel gay!
Listen, I can hear the clowns
And they're laughing today!
Aren't we just the two?
Don't we make a fine pair?
Me, here feeling lonely without you
And you, feeling lonely over there.
But I won't let that get me down
Today, I want to laugh and play!
So I've come to see the clowns
And they're laughing today!
Doesn't it seem funny
Like some practical joke?
For one who only needed money
And the other, quite broke!
But I'll be happy without you
I'll get through this someway,
Laughter will drown those ole blues
And the clowns are laughing today!
It feels sort of strange
Like some kinda of trick,
That I should feel such estrange
For someone who could never quite stick.
But now, here's the clowns!
Here's my money...what is it? Let's see..
They're all pointing and standing around?
Oh, how funny!.........The clowns,
They're laughing at me!
Timothy I. Brumley
In the stillness of the evening as daytime starts to end
There’s a place I go to visit with an old familiar friend
The place is dark and lonely and not many enter here
But I am never all alone I have my good friend near
We sit and share our memories of brighter sunny days
Those times are long since over and now a distant haze
There was a girl that we once knew a long, long time ago
That brightened every evening with her enchanting glow
But now it’s only in my dreams that I can see her face
So that is why I come here to this lonely garden place
In the quietness I’ll be dreaming of a love that has gone by
And here we’ll sit together, just my broken heart and I
Something is missing in my life,
I feel wounded and hurt inside;
This kind of feeling is hard to bear,
I know I'll struggle just to find you there.
Just like the moon without the sun,
Light disappears as the darkness is felt by everyone;
Incompleteness is felt in the air,
As the breeze roars my cry else where.
Along the roads of nowhere,
Is an unending sorrows to suffer;
The beauty of being so left out,
Full of guilt and doubt.
As the others celebrate with glee,
I celebrate the feeling of displeased;
Where else should I go, Does anyone know?,
When will this lonely feeling of mine go?.
Though at time I learned to trust,
But was replaced with so called “mistrust”;
A laugh for joy throughout the years,
But that was before I felt this fear.
Alone so cold, no hands to hold,
Feeling of emptiness, a so called loneliness;
In the dark side of the earth and in the outside world,
“I am lonely will someone come stay with me”.
For four cold and long months
I was lonelier than a lonely heart,
staring at the beautiful snowflakes...
and afraid to fall asleep, I dreamt in the dark:
reminiscing the intense heat of midnight!
Lonelier than a lonely heart:
shunning sleep, retracing lovely memories of old,
of forget-me-not on that scented path;
and those delicate daises thrown at her feet haven't faded,
but have kept my passion alive as any true lover would.
Once these hearts were close, no need to yearn
for each other...through each night our passion arose;
has anyone ever asked how long it did burn?
Sadly, loneliness revokes a nostalgic desire
to whisper passionate words that aren't there.
Lonelier than a lonelier heart:
it's the most awful feeling I can endure;
images of two lovers kissing into the shadows of night,
touching their warm bodies to feel pleasure...
oh, imaginary dream don't end until sunrays emerge!
sitting alone, inside my head
wishing these lonely thoughts were dead
i realize there is only one way
to put an end to this lonely day
a blade in my hand a tear in my eye
as i think of a million reasons to die
my mind is warped my heart is gone
cant think of a reason to carry on
i hold the blade against my skin
ill never see this wicked world again
a flick of the wrist it happens so fast
its time to let go of everything in the past
i take my last breathe as i think of my life
no longer will i deal with the pain and the strife
as i draw to the end of my very last day
i have only one thing left to say
goodbye............
It's time to ease my soul
so many years along this lonely road
speaking nothing but truth
telling tales of emotional and physical abuse
So long I have roamed
knowing what it is like to be in a foster home
while shedding tears
looking back upon wasted years
Drowning sorrow
not thinking about tomorrow
dreams have washed away
but not the day
Still I roam
this lonely soul
upon this road
I walk alone
I have seen you wandering through my life
A hundred nights in a lonely downtown bar
We have never spoken a single word
Our eyes have never met
Yet I wonder what are you thinking?
You sit alone at midnight
The crowds move around you
No one says a word to you
I doubt that you hear the music
But your fingernails click in time to the beat
Your eyes are dark and cold
They stare straight ahead
Looking at a hundred people
You do not see them
Your thoughts in another place
It is almost as if you cannot hear the song
Almost as if the people do not exist
You are in a world of your own making
Are you thinking about a long lost kiss?
Or maybe about the love you never found
Maybe you are just a sad, lonely drunk
Without a thought in her head
Maybe if I spent time with you
Shared even the briefest moment
We could talk
Maybe we could have a dance or two
And at last you could hear the music
Such a lonely man
Written By Dean Masciarelli
November 25, 2009 (6:43pm)
Another year is almost gone
And it is just so hard to imagine
That I have spent most of it
all on my own without having
anyone else around
I just hope and pray
That the good Lord may
have someone in mind
Who truly wants to be loved
as much as I do in return
Because if I don’t find
someone really soon
I will end up dying
Way before my time
From being such a lonely man