Best Sadpeople Poems
God allowed him to see through their eyes,
feel their cries,
understand their plight,
with his body, but with their sight,
the alley way shimmered,
the night stars glimmered,
and the man found himself standing in a dark alley,
the stench of decaying rats,
discovered by hungry cats,
raw sewage, old smoke,
could lead anyone to choke,
as the less savory smells
hit him like a blow,
gagging, as he sensed hell,
displaying its best in show,
he steadied himself against a dirty red brick wall,
hearing the hungry call,
as he tried to keep himself from the fall,
his eyes grew accustomed to the dimness,
he glided up the alley as a shadow,
meaningless, but there,
ignored, but here,
if his shadow haven’t been silhouetted on the wall against the light,
he would have been another soul lost in the night.
People passed the alley without so much of a glance,
life gave him no chance,
as he was just another vague outline in society,
just like the abandoned crates and garbage bins all around,
he was just like garbage tossed on the ground,
his silhouette gave no clue on who he was,
just a flickering light,
from time to time just plain out of sight,
God’s strong hands seized his shoulders to steady him,
made him look at the people he once ignored,
made him understand,
that once in a while, people may need a loving hand.
To the bottom of the ocean,
where the fish can only dream,
to the bottom of the ocean,
to build our graves-
among the sea.
Tuvalu, Tuvalu-
our home and friend,
our birth place-
and end;
we love you.
To the bottom of the ocean,
clutching sand with grasping nails,
to the bottom of the ocean,
our pleas for help-
have sadly failed.
Tuvalu, Tuvalu-
our home and friend,
our birth place-
and end;
we love you.
To the bottom of the ocean,
to the bottom of the coral reef,
where our homes have been neglected-
to rot in silence beneath the sea.
Please don't forget us.
- Tuvalu is an island nation that is sinking to the bottom of the ocean due to rising sea
levels caused by climate change.
To those of you who still feel that global pollution isn't a problem, you have been taken
in by gas company propaganda. People who would sell their own mother to slavery to protect
their profits, much less allow a whole race of people to sink to their deaths.
If you still think that man made global warming is a lie then you have to fly to Tuvalu
and stand in the waist high water and tell the Tuvalu people why you think they should die.
Form:
A person who's being verbally abusive toward another will have taken its tolls on
everybody. It hurts the feelings of every human being, including me. These people had been
verbally abusive toward each other since the day the siblings (little brothers and little
sisters) had been born, ever since those soon-to-be ex-lovers met, and stuff. They're
always downing on each other, just because one individual has a disability (autism, Down
syndrome, e.g.), they had a good education, or whatever. And the worst part of this bad
situation is this: these bad people are just going to keep getting away with being
verbally abusive toward the less fortunate ones, they'll treat these people like trash,
and no one has the guts to stand up to their tormentors. I hate it when people do that to
each other. These people are so sick of being verbally abusive by their tormentors,
they're sick and tired of the individuals' negative attitude, their rudeness, their
selfishness, and their arrogance. But what these people are sick and tired most of all are
all of the mean and hurtful things they said about them. What these bad people really
need to do is take their so-called "apologies" and whatever they've got, and stick them
where the sun doesn't shine because as far as the victims are concerned, they don't care
anymore. And if this type of abuse keeps up, then we'll all reach are breaking point and
there's no telling what the next thing might happen next.
I hate my life,
I hate the people I meet,
I hate the people I love,
They hurt me the most,
I hate guys,
I hate there ego,
I hate how they are controlling,
I hate how they are disrespectful,
I hate how they are mean,
I hate guys who are careless,
I hate how they got attitude,
I hate guys who are selfish,
I hate people who always compare themselves with me,
I hate competitions,
I hate liars,
I hate guys who got low self steam,
I feel like TRUST is a big issue,
I feel betrayed,
I feel numb to the pain,
That it repeats over again,
I never meet good people,
I always meet the one that are grungy and hurtful,
I hate to have friends who lie,
I hate how nobody understands me,
I hate how people always insulate me,
I hope one day karma happens,
So they could feel the pain I have,
I hate how my time is running out,
I feel rushed into everything,
In a short amount of time,
I hate my life so much.
Form:
Of the people I know
And the people I see
All want to be happy
All want to be free
Of organizations, clubs, and groups
Forcing their opinions
Through political loops
To the masses their way is right
Preaching their peace through a superior fight
Religion, race, color, and creed
All to fill an empty need
Right wing, left wing, republican or radical
Reformist, anarchist or arsonist
Socialist, communist and lobbyist
Or………………………… Liar !
No matter what group you belong
You’ve given your soul for hire
Your part of a click
Playing a game
Learning the trick
To belong………you have to get along
Strength in numbers, masses with the same idea
All with the agenda of wanting to be free
One common goal
To put the other click in the hole
Do yourself a favor
Be your own click
Have your own thoughts and ideas
To yourself be true
It’s yourself that you please
Things are never what they seem
But to be part of a group with common goals
Is the ideal dream
Just never lose yourself in the idea
Let it work for you, not the other way around
Eric (and sometimes not)
A lifeless corps dragging his feet through the dirt,
the wet sludge sloshing through his toe’s,
He lifts his head and looks to the people running past in a blur,
As the sweat drips from his forehead,
blood rolls down from his eyes,
If you look carefully you can see his life reflected in the crimson shine.
He wonders where he once belonged but only for a brief moment,
Then as he started he remembers why.
No one knows his face here, he is safe,
The people clear from his path, they are afraid but know not why,
they struggle to see him, no matter how hard they strain there eyes.
A shifter from existence before time,
exiled to a backwater planet with so little hope,
His brain hurts from his fall, he fell a long way,
Confused he hopes that he can plead with his masters,
knowing they show no mercy.
Sitting up on their thrones of diamond, his masters contemplate,
They fear his power, were he ever to remember, they could lose everything,
Knowing that death is there only option they summon their assassin,
With a point of their fingers the order is given,
With little hope in their souls.
As he sits alones in a corner he cries, he is alone in life, but not for long,
She is beautiful beyond words,
he smiles and watches as she walks towards him,
As they embrace one another their lips meet,
her warm breath on his mouth, what is this feeling he feels for the fist time,
He lays her down and runs his fingers over her body,
Breathing heavily and closing her eyes, she embraces the pleasure,
For she has never known love.
As the morning sun breaks she pears to her side only to find him gone,
She lays her hand on her stomach and cries.
His feet shuffle towards the lake as he gazes into the glistening water
“ SWOOSH” The assassin was swift, not even looking back before he was gone,
As a dismembered head rolled to a stop, he looks at his reflection in the water,
Then as he gazes into the crimson shine of his tears, they remember.
God help us all.
Oh how cold;
...the cold and lonely, watch it snow and bask in it as I warm myself by the trashcan fire.
Oh the grey claustrophobia that exists in alley ways. The frigid snow that falls is the
only thing that breaks the haze, and I gaze upon it's majesty as I warm myself by the
trashcan fire.
You walk on by, I am invisible. The specter haunting cold and lonely in the midnight of
the concrete walk. You cavort in the snow and feast yourself in motion as my tongue
attempts to taste the smell. All I can see is the narrow crack between buildings and the
snow which casts the eeriness about the corridors. The corridors which are the window from
which I look into a world I am no longer a part of. Watching people go hand in hand in
cavalier happiness, spreading laughter throughout the eve. Yet I can only gaze up at the
snow as I warm myself by the trashcan fire.
Roaches scurry into my abyss with every motion. Some people shriek as the roaches scurry
by, I feel akin to them and share my meal. A cup of ramen I bought with a dollar someone
dropped. I rarely leave the claustrophobia, for lack of a place to go. Yet only in the
snow, do I long for a place to go. However I blank my mind and eat the cold soup as I
warm myself by the trashcan fire.
Oh how cold the cold and lonely is, the solitude of inhumanity and apathy, the abandonment
of a society which leads to starvation and frostbite as I warm myself near the trashcan fire.
Like the roaches, I have felt a boot a stepping and crushing me beneath it's soles. Where
snowflakes mingle with my jawbone as it scrapes the ground from impact's woes. So I live
inside claustrophobia and mingle with roaches as I warm myself near the trashcan fire.
Form:
Assassinated! Four of our presidents died,
A killer's shot and our people cried,
The killers were caught and paid for their crimes,
Two were shot, the others did their time.
Attempts on the lives of seven more
Made guarding the president a dangerous chore,
The Secret Service took over in 1901,
But to guard the president they had to have guns.
To bad our presidents have to think of dying,
They should be focusing everything on supplying
Our country's people with the best Life they can give,
Instead of wondering, if after their term, they will still live.
To end this very sad but true story,
I don't think our presidents worry,
The g-men do a wonderful service
So the president doesn't have to be nervous.
My animals are like family to me, not just a pet.
My cat is in labor, and she's having issues, so all I can do is fret.
The emergency Vet wants four hundred and fifty dollars!
I don't have it, so she's denied and all I can do is holler.
So what am I supposed to let her sit here and die?
It makes me want to go stab that jerk in his eye!
You should be a Vet because you love animals, not money.
What's a cat's life to them? I don't think its a damn bit funny.
I mean the economy is low and I'm not asking to do it for free.
Just to let me make payments, how hard can that really be?
Cruel-hearted, greedy people that are ruthless and hollow.
You can bet karma will most definitely linger and follow.
Some people just don't understand, she isn't a cat, she's my baby.
There is a chance she will live, and I hate living on the whim of a "maybe".
What choice do I have? I'll take her to her normal vet tomorrow morning.
If my "daughter' dies, that emergency Vet will need some serious warning.
She's a beautiful feline, with soft fur, half white. half black and stunning.
With God's luck, she'll finish labor and her children will be coming!
The Face of a Murderer
By Elton Camp
“There is no art to find the mind’s construction
in the face.” William Shakespeare
The Norway shooter isn’t what I’d expect to see
As he doesn’t look like a psychotic killer to me
John Wayne Gacy and Jeffrey Dahmer fit the role
As insane people who are completely out of control
But this fellow looks like a really quite nice boy
Whom to have your daughter meet you would enjoy
But incredibly he set off a massive bomb in the city
And then killed teenagers without the slightest pity
It illustrates that we are living in a dangerous time
A normal looking person may be a total ball of slime
What excuse can this person possibly have to give
Why, due to him, nearly 100 people no longer live
My prayers go out to the people of Haiti.
All the sons, and daughters,
The moms, fathers, sisters and brothers.
I pray for you like no other.
This disaster has stricken
out of from under.
Many lost, many mourned for.
Under the ruble city floor.
Please God, rescue these people.
Save them from these quakes.
Please God, I have faith
that you will save them with much haste.
I continue to pray for the people of Haiti,
stricken with grief.
Those without a home,
and those buried in stone.
Why must people be such liars,
Always starting little fires,
When their date to live expires,
They'll be burned in hell much dryer.
Why must people be so false,
The only thing they do is talk,
They lie no matter what the cost,
They lie when all their pride is lost.
Liars suck they always will,
I'll hate them till my breath stands still,
Their hearts are icy, cold, and chilled,
Lies are why the people kill.
No one wants to drink alone,
For sweet time is precious and unknown.
But here sits a disheartened fool
Slouched heavy on an unsteady bar stool,
Remembering how it was to smile
As he drinks to forget about life for a while.
Trickling tears black as coal,
Escapes silently from an unbearable soul
So sad and all alone,
Don't know where he's come from,
Nor where he's going,
Defeated at the sound of war,
Crawling lifeless towards the shore
Bitter, broken with exhaust,
His eyes filled, with good times lost.
Puzzled with thoughts of gods creation,
Sprouting tears of devastation
He asks with difficulty breathing
Why life’s eyes are not seeing.
People killing, people dying,
People stealing, people lying,
Street kids crying, mothers sighing,
While God sits luxuriously spying.
O' how inspiring!
Synchronized thoughts running through his brain,
For Knowledge is truth
And Truth is pain.
He'd rather die than be insane.
Secrets tied to the tail of a dragon,
As the clock runs out
Hands of fate are replying
Into his drink he whispers
"I am not what you desire
This is all I have,
My soul,and not is it for hire"
Burning the candle of solitudes flame
Repelling the insidious deviants inside his mind
Truths deep hidden, though so thin they bleed
Chained to his heart with a collar and lead
Struggling to find the day
Never mind the right things to say
As he fills up his glass
From his hidden stash
He yells
"Wake me up when there are no longer goodbyes
Only smiling,happy,peaceful eyes
All I have i no longer need
This weight I bear is killing me
This is someone else you see
Just tie the noose and set me free"
As the traveller bows his final dawn
Never be his secrets known,
For no ear was lent to hear his song
A drink alone, departs lifes unknown.
Form:
I am in a huge crowd with hundreds of people around me
I still feel alone without you my love
Few people talking to me and smiling at me
I tried to smile but I feel it's very hard to me
I am feeling that I am talking to everyone normally
In fact I am silent like am deaf and dumb
You don't know how much I miss you
You really don't know how much I care for you
But I just lost myself in your missing memories
The memories that you missed , that are safely locked in my heart
I don't know whether you remember me or not
But you just became my remembrance
I don't know whether I am in your memory or not
But I just left only with your memories
I just left with your beautiful smile, your shying face and completely you
I don't have any place even for myself in my heart
because you are completely occupied it
Oh my memory! I love you a lot
Because SHE is in every single page of my memory.............Raaj
If I cry
i cry for day's
of crystal sky's
and butterfly's
when nothing could stand in my way
If I cry
I cry for the connection
we had
hen you would travil to distant lands
and make me smile
hen you came back to hold my hand
If I cry
I cry for the embrace
you gave me
when i fell off my bike that day
and you said
it would all be okay
If I cry
I cry for the moments
we had together
even if they were cut short
because of the weather
If I cry
I cry for my mother
when that stedy note streamed
across the hospital scene
If I cry
If I cry for the two
who crawled through spikes
to save me and you
but if I smile
I smile for the support
of the people that are scatered everywhere
for the people who fixed the shattered glass
and for the people who have surpassed death;
and all of his friends