Best Sadsun Poems


The Elephant In the Room

The elephant is in the room,
In fact the entire house,
But nobody really addresses its presence,
Or the damage it represents.

It’s not clearly seen,
Like a ghost wondering about,
The feelings may be present,
But nobody seems to drag it out.

When will this elephant leave,
Or is it permanently there to stay,
Like a bad nightmare,
That never goes away.

Is it even possible,
To send the elephant on it’s way,
To make room in this home,
For another person to stay.

Or will this always be,
The elephant's circus tent,
Where its memory lives alone,
With no room for another to roam.

There should be such joy in this home,
Yet sadness seems to lurks about,
Creating this dark cloud,
That prevents the sun from fully coming out.

How does one permanently banish the elephant,
So it’s negative presence does not return,
To allow the space for love to grow,
And the sun to fully glow.

The elephant must be hunted down,
One must stand up to it and show strength,
That the elephant might know its time is done,
And turn tail and run.

So now it’s time to face that elephant,
And all that it entails,
To send it on it’s way,
So that the sun will shine brighter,
Each and every day.

Rain

Rain 
 
Like a child stuck inside because of the rain,
I gaze the window wishing I could play.
I wander through my empty rooms bored
of it all; up and down I pace these lonely halls.
I try to find joy inside my desolate ruins; 
faded pictures, faded memories is all I am seeing.
It’s so drab and cold inside my, “home,” I
wait for the sun to come and hopefully warm my soul.
Rain, sleet and snow come down from above,
here I sit lost and alone waiting for the warmth of love.
I see you across the street, you also want to
come out and play; wait with me baby, love is patient
and, the sun in on it’s way.

****nature and Poet*****

The sun glints bright
on the sea at every sight
the breeze does refresh
my soul and my mind

The clouds line up
the wind gets cooler
to welcome a lonely poet
or maybe just a loner
to them on a page 
she writes down her story
how she was bought up
and why she was lonely

Her life was sad 
no they couldnt bear
how she lived alone
and nobody ever cared

The sun did leave
and the sky went fair
the clouds wept long
though the poet felt it wrong
more gloominess....i couldnt bear
so i left them longing, pretending not to care....


Dark Sunlight

Cold Days and Dark Night's
Seems I'm always in the shade
When will my sun come out,
Will it ever come out one day?

My feelings must escape
to feel the suns rays
As I try and control this rage
It seems I am in a cage

A cage of my emotions
emotionless I will stay
Until I find the key to life
and successfully plot my escape

While here on this earth
I will try and find my place
Everyones sun gets brighter
My sun stays the same

colorless and grey, my skin gets pale
all this depression and misery
My family cannot even tell

So as My sun seems to stay
alone and look away
I guess things will get brighter
Brighter for me one day

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