Best Sadsummer Poems
Summer dress she sews
Until her fingers bleed
Mending and mourning
Memories that will never be
Earsplitting new silence
Running through each stitch
Dress, mustard colored with stars
Embroidered with sadness, by confusion
A nightmare from which she can’t awaken
The last thing she will ever wear
Her summer dress made in grief
Death came for her too soon
Roses, white, will rest on her
Embraced by heaven’s angels
She is beautiful in the summer dress
Stitched by her sorrow stricken mother
An empty summer has just ended, not that summer ever started. For me every season is the
same. Journeying towards an autumn, just another time in which more bloodshed's bound to
come, just a swimming pool of crimson and the children all have fun. Liquid is still
liquid, the savior from the heat and all those seeking shade and comfort frolic towards
the beast.
I cannot see a point to life, a common trait of weakness to the armed men of asylum,
holding sane people hostage with their knives. Whining is for the poor and the weak,
sitting by jovially as they slaughter us in our sleep, yet they cannot stand to hear us
whine, they cannot stand to hear us weep. Escaping from their own guilt perhaps? I don't
know but till then I'll never sleep. Instead I'll keep on weeping for every life forsaken
and abandoned in the streets. Every season is the same to me.
Just more red on top of green, raining eternally.
Memories come and memories go,
Just like summer gives way to snow.
I try so hard to not forget,
to remember events and time well spent.
But sometimes in life things go wrong,
and it pushes us to move on.
Memories once kept are now faded
Like my mind had been invaded.
I try to remember things from before,
But it's no use it's nothing but a chore.
My friends and family all remember me,
Doing this doing that trying to help me see.
But my mind draws a blank as I stare off in space,
As I hang my head in utter disgrace.
For I am not the person that I used to be,
Just look at me, LOOK AT ME!
This is who I am and what I've become,
I have to accept whatever may come.
Because memories come and memories go,
Just like summer gives way to snow.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
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