Best Sadness Poems
Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Distance remains an unknown intangible pain,
but visions of your timid cute brown eyes remain.
How your mouthwatering scent seduced senses.
How your luscious lips dissolved all walled defences.
Now I yearn for queen of my heart to re-appear,
to sleep in each others arms, into the new year.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Without you the mind is misplaced in marshlands,
where intimacy is lost to complex riddles called life.
Under cold ebony skies, your memories flicker like candlelight,
you are the flame, which insulates my heart with devotional delight.
Silent One
26 December 2019
Wanted to experiment with a mix free verse and rhyme.
After contemplating calling it a free verse or rhyme, I settled for lyric.
Maybe an idea for a contest.
there's too much sorrow...
don't you know
we are all going to die
a starting point always beckons a finish
sooner or later
no matter how
peaceful or painful
that final moment may be
you see...
it will come
for you
for me
There's too much sorrow
war
betrayal
so much I have seen
sickness sapping away
the mother-daughter moments
meant for me...
She struggled bravely
to set my fears free
But MS wouldn't let her be
My Mama left me
There is too much sorrow
the pain of being unloved
of trying to fit in
of trying to play the game
of success and fame
it all comes at a cost
so much is lost...
sacrificial moments
meant for family
There is too much sorrow
refugee misery
nowhere to be
no home
no destiny
just abject poverty
hearts left hungry
for a love
that the world
will not let them see
There is too much sorrow
tonight my heart is heavy
I'm tired of goodbyes
I'm tired of trying to fit in
I'm tired of pretense
I'm tired of...me
There is too much sorrow
Eyes are blurring
I can't see
the last lines I'm meant to write
Too tired to fight
Survival more than it's pumped up to be
Sleep....obliviousness of a dream
sweet it seems to me
you see...
There is too much pain
So write...
write for me
of happy
of make believe
of heaven
and eternity
of no pain
or misery
of no abuse
or fatality
of no tears
or cruelty
no more death
for you
no more death
for me
can't you see?
Write of happy...
Please, there is too much sadness here
for me....
Eileen Manassian Ghali
"Crooning melancholy strains, Autumn bids adieu to Summer."
Near August’s end, she starts to saunter in.
The time has come when I will start to long
for June’s sweet tune I whistled on a whim,
for Autumn croons a melancholy song.
While creeping in, she steals light from the sky.
It’s nature’s way. She’s doing nothing wrong!
She rustles through the treetops and I sigh
as Autumn croons a melancholy song.
She blazes brightly for a while but soon,
she turns to frost and rushes then headlong
to winter’s freeze beneath a harvest moon.
Yes, Autumn croons a melancholy song.
Beautiful sadness touches me and deep.
The sadness makes me wish I could belong
again in summer memories I keep
when Autumn croons a melancholy song.
7/21/19
Contest: Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
I sit alone
wishing
we’d had
just one last summer
to observe the setting sun.
As sol slowly sinks
towards the horizon
I feast my eyes on
a smorgasbord of colour.
Such glorious shades
of
rich marmalade,
tangerine,
hints of cinnamon
spicy saffron
and liquid honey.
I smile as
sunbeams
of burnished gold
sparkle as they
dance on the water
Yet
a solitary tear
trickles down my cheek...
I miss you mum
My box of sadness too.
A box full of sadness I store under my bed.
With thoughts so sad
Making me wish I was dead.
With one look underneath my bed.
Memories of you jump inside my head.
Like a Jack in the box, who is trapped inside.
I stuffed my feelings in this box.
I will not surrender to any sadden thoughts.
Shutting the box full of spider webs.
I do not want to feel the deepness of sad, I hide.
This sadness I store back under my bed.
My feelings are better trapped inside.
Staring at the box with my eyes open wide.
Tears start to fall the ones I buried inside
Following footsteps with no guide.
Why did I bother to remove the lid.
Sadness always makes it hard to decide
The pain my heart does not want to see.
Hiding the sadness, I yet have not cried.
I will not release my sadness, and set it free.
I have managed to put the sadness out side of me.
This sadness only belongs to me.
How could you leave with out telling me bye.
I pretend to live my life so cheerfully.
It takes a real person to bring me down.
My sadness trapped behind a fake bully.
Like a smile from a clown .
I put on a show and block any sad thought.
Not allowing my self to drown in self pitting ways.
You left me alone after bringing me into this world.
The one and only person who could be there for me.
In my troubles and need she left me.
Every one saying it might have been suicide.
How could you leave us behind with misery and blame.
The sadness of your shame is what I hide
A box of my sadness under my bed.
By:P.D.----I guess that is one of my sadness. A true one at that.
To:The Rambling Poet- This is a challenge called by you.
Trapped inside with a sadness. The other part of me
"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." - Percy Shelley
Do not tell me to smile
while tears run down my cheek,
just because I am melancholy
does not mean I am weak.
I cannot fake happiness
these are real tears I cry,
if they are invisible to you
I really wonder why.
They say look on the bright side
and this only makes me mad,
my emotions are not hidden
I am unafraid to be sad.
You cannot understand it
wished, prayed for it to go,
these sorrows you tried to end
yet, this is all I know.
Tears flow through my veins
not the red blood of life,
this heart sobs, it does not beat
outpouring all my cares and strife.
I am happy in sadness
not in a fake smile,
so, let my tears fall
I want to be sad for awhile.
If you hate sad poetry
than I am not for you,
I will write a "happy" poem
when I am ready to.
September 20th, 2013
They are walking! Walking, walking, walking!
Long stretches of walk - hundreds of miles of impossible uncertainty,
in blazing sun, in sweltering, muggy, heat - running away from an Inferno.
Home, sweet home! Villages with shady trees!
Destination!
Thirst, hunger, bleeding.
They trudge, fatigued babies hanging on their shoulders like sandbags,
starving infants clutching hands, tears dry on their cheeks.
Men and women - walk, walk, walk!
Leave cities where cruelty is the only language,
Villages with shady trees -
Home, sweet home, far away.
Burning sun, sweating bodies, dry throat, growling tummies.
Slog beside railroads - follow tracks,
no trains, no buses, no trucks, no vehicles,
only two weary feet to carry them to their destination,
plodding with all their might until the body can not move a step further.
Lie on the tracks - it’s hard, it’s cold, it’s comforting!
Come rest, come sleep, come death -
Blood-stained tracks-
Destination never came.
One lives on the memory
Never letting it go
Always holding as a memorial
The recollection within
Where only the heart knows
To celebrate a life
One longs to just forget
And let go of the pain
That reminds of a past
Filled with joy
They thought would last
Joy that is no more
Neither of them knows
Why death came to call
Or why their loved one died
Leaving them with this memory
To hold onto or forget
Without relief for the grief
One lives on the memory
While the other longs to forget
Neither of them is wrong, you see
Grief is like a very bad dream
Sometimes eased by memories
Other times, comforted by oblivion
Always touching the heart, the thoughts
The very soul who knows this place
Is all that is left of a heart who loved
And gave them the reassurance, the hope
Of a life that would forever bring sparkle
To those who touched this kind, tender soul
To remember is divine – so pleasant
Forgetting is inspired by God
Who knows that a memory can harm
The heart who loves beyond words
And listens to the heartache within
Without feeling the relieving peace…
… from One who defeats death’s dark dread
Listen to Jesus and be freed
From the sorrow and sadness
The anguish of bereavement
Listen to Jesus… He relieves
Listen to Jesus… Just believe
Sin is a disease that destroys from
The darkness where it lingers
Always taunting us in the shadows
Of bitterness and dread, sinister
And haunting, calling out to the soul
For just a little more of its hope
Until all hope has been lost
And even faith and love are gone
Sin is ugly and angry and hateful
It prides itself on taking away
All the light that caresses a life
And stealing even the memories
Of laughter and joy, fulfillment
Found in colors of love breathing
Through a heart, whispering gently
Truth, inspiration and contentment
Sin is black and murky, obscuring itself
In the silhouettes of revulsion, disgust
That clings to the underbelly of evil
Thrusting its tentacles into corruption
Pleading with wickedness to continue
Producing sorrow and pain and regret
Remorse that remembers only the hues
Of somber gray that left a heart in fear
Sin is furious when it’s discovered
And called upon to make itself known
To become a sin that is manifested
And adorned with the sacred blood
From the One who died to cleanse
Free the slave from the sinning
And release the captive with forgiveness
Absolution, pardon, clemency
Bought and paid for by the Son
Who died on calvary and rose up again
On the third day… to finally say
Our sin is under the blood
Forgiven, we can seek God’s approval
Shun the darkness and begin again
To live in the light, where we can be seen
As a child of God, beloved and covered
By grace that has given us all the chance
To live for Jesus and enter heaven’s sanctuary
Eternally blessed – a child of the best
God’s grace is sufficient to save our souls
Allowing His love to make us whole
Ephesians 2:8-9
King James Version
8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God 9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.
I did a video of a poem that was Poem of the Week. Here is the link to the original poem.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/too_much_sadness_for_me_711084
With all that is happening around us in the world today, I'm always reminded that a better day is coming....a day when there will be no more sorrow, mourning, sickness, or death. That day is coming soon. I believe it. Hope you enjoy the video. :)
Too Much Sadness for Me
there's too much sorrow...
don't you know
we are all going to die
a starting point always beckons a finish
sooner or later
no matter how
peaceful or painful
that final moment may be
you see...
it will come
for you
for me
There's too much sorrow
war
betrayal
so much I have seen
sickness sapping away
the mother-daughter moments
meant for me...
She struggled bravely
to set my fears free
But MS wouldn't let her be
My Mama left me
There is too much sorrow
the pain of being unloved
of trying to fit in
of trying to play the game
of success and fame
it all comes at a cost
so much is lost...
sacrificial moments
meant for family
There is too much sorrow
refugee misery
nowhere to be
no home
no destiny
just abject poverty
hearts left hungry
for a love
that the world
will not let them see
There is too much sorrow
tonight my heart is heavy
I'm tired of goodbyes
I'm tired of trying to fit in
I'm tired of pretense
I'm tired of...me
There is too much sorrow
Eyes are blurring
I can't see
the last lines I'm meant to write
Too tired to fight
Survival more than it's pumped up to be
Sleep....obliviousness of a dream
sweet it seems to me
you see...
There is too much pain
So write...
write for me
of happy
of make believe
of heaven
and eternity
of no pain
or misery
of no abuse
or fatality
of no tears
or cruelty
no more death
for you
no more death
for me
can't you see?
Write of happy...
Please, there is too much sadness here
for me....
Eileen Manassian Ghali
It's so cold in this cauldron of sadness.
I'm drowning in a cesspit of darkness.
When will it rain to wash these sorrows free?
Before wicked waves drown me in the sea.
Emotions naked like an Autumn tree,
yearn to taste warm nectar from the queen bee.
Stubbornly silent, buried in past pride,
content to remain, till the soul has died.
Hollow heart hungers for a soothing voice,
so this solemn soul can dance in rejoice.
Bitter silence leads to further despair,
no words are left for this bond to repair.
Tears flow like floods, creating an ocean,
immersed, life flashes by in slow motion.
Silent One
Simple sonnet musings
15 December 2017
Where will you be when the trumpet sounds
When the call comes with an
amazing surprise
A shout is heard by all who leave
these grounds
And all the dead and alive in Christ
shall arise
How will you explain; none of the missing is found
While Satan bombards the media with
his lies
Millions disappear as an army calls up
the hounds
Gone with no trace of any, as hearts in agony cries
Graves are open, cribs are empty, the trumpet sounds
Delusions, signs, and wonders as the evil one abides
Deception is real in all as this
darkness abounds
While behind the scenes, This world in
sin resides
What will you be doing when the
trumpet sounds
One of two in the fields is taken up beyond the skies
The other is left behind, in fear an empty heart pounds
To meet the Lord in the air as the Bible
so describes
All believers united with praise as
heaven resounds
The judgment of God on this earth will truly abide
In tribulation to all clothed with the unbeliever's gown
Their destination set: in their sins they
chose to hide
To this end, eternal fire in hell to be
cast down
When the trumpet sounds, all in Christ
will arise
To meet the Lord in the air, Wearing redemptions gown
For faith in Christ is gifted with the everlasting prize
Eternal life: in heaven we shall forever
be found
When the trumpet sounds?
My fate decays like dead moss on a tree.
Soft teardrops fall like leaves caught in a breeze.
My shadow still remains lost in debris,
as I reside in prison on my knees.
In darkness no light helps me find the key.
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
Oh! Farewell sweet sadness, forever farewell.
We must part now that all my tears have dried.
All the pain of my past, no more to hide.
It is joy that causes my heart to swell.
Go, I set you free from this prison cell
To see you leave and not feel you’re cold
arms around my chest; I release my hold
I speak of you no more, no more I tell
Oh! My sadness, you’re free; run from this hell
For I must stay and we must part, so go
For love has filled my heart to overflow
Around loves joy I know you can not dwell.
My odium lies with you memory
For love was come and brought her joy for me.