Best Sadwords Poems
Sweetness
Suddenly the sweetness around the moon!
Set an open fire with magic into my heart.
A campfire burning deep within.
Found a way to kick start my heart again.
Flowing with flowers in the midnight skies.
Feelings of butterflies passing right before my eyes.
A basket of ribbons turning my stomach into knots.
Gave me pleasure to know life's hidden thoughts...
A sweet spell to your compel....
Fell in to my laps like the secret of forbidden lust......
Dreaming that captivate the energy of me and you....
lost inside the demons,, no one can trust.....
Suddenly my heart turned into rust!
Now I sink like yesterdays fallen star.
Singing words that sadden my soul to the floor.
Lost into the darkness, hiding in the corner of my room.
Denying the faces of reality.
Forgetting about the pleasure of my own sensuality.
A desire to reject my own dignity.
Stuck with the affliction that life has no meaning.
A sour taste to the rotten words I curse....
I fell into the wishing well of an evil spell....
Dreams that put my heart to sleep with out thirst....
Found the angles, that released my curse....
BY;p.d.
my beautiful drug.
oh, how filled with heartbreaking joy i am to feel your addicting lovelinesss
if i said i hated your guts, i'd be lying and you'd know it.
purely unspoken. thats how it works.
you're the daisy to my chain,
the beam to my moon,
the words to my sentences,
the smile to my face,
the ephemeral clouds to my sky,
the thing to my every.
what more can i say?
can i live without you?
i hope that
i never have to find out
darling, you asked
and i replied.
combine all the beautiful words in the dictionary,
the dazzling, aching hollowness one feels when they cry with laughter,
and a melody that makes you shiver with wonderment
and now you know what i feel
when i look at you.
What is worse life or death
A life of pretence
A smile of defense
It all makes no difference
A pain that aches the heart
A touch that you have no say
To sell your soul to the devil
His words cause such pain
His attack is over you
Your voice is caged
Your spirt is dying
Time to hit the floor
Or was it the door
Was it you you ask
Those words you question
Deep inside what can you learn
No corner has turned
A sin to yourself..
A creature of defeat is what you see
For me .........
Broken glass is what surrounds
For that is what you found
An evil deep inside
There is no good to reach
For what does he preach
Form:
This pen now wants some rest,
this mind is now tired a lot,
like a mute bird in its nest
no more song now,no more thoughts.
This mind is now tired a lot,
though the moon is in the sky
no more song now,no more thoughts,
no more words now,don't ask me why.
Though the moon is in the sky,
your eyes still so blue and deep,
no more words now,don't ask me why
give me a break now,let me sleep.
Your eyes still so blue and deep;
like a mute bird in its nest
give me a break now,let me sleep,
this pen now wants some rest.
©kash poet (kashinath karmakar)
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Placement:2nd; January 2013
Contest:One to One (all monosyllable words)
Sponsor:David Williams
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PANTOUM--A rare form of poetry similar to a villanelle. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing.
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Your heart is cruel and made of frigid steel
a sharpened chisel is your angry tongue
and with your tool you carve the pain I feel
each time all of your hurtful words are flung
You slash me as you twist the words I say
within you no compassion can be found
as pieces of my heart are chipped away
and die in crimson piles upon the ground
I question what lies in your evil mind
you act as if you are too blind to see
the way you hurt me with your words unkind
and how your vicious tool has damaged me
Why do you say you love me like you do
when your cold heart is dead and icy blue?
A man of words he was, and words he was alone.
For not only did the prison of his own mind so masterfully contain him,
It did so effortlessly.
Where was this cage?
Succumbed to an open room was all he faced,
The impossibility of escaping being the true keeper of the nonexistent key.
This man, he sat,
Sat in the shadows of what he thought he knew,
Thinking on and on but to no avail.
And watchers shouted to him, they called out from only a short distance,
But alas, to him they were in a realm that he had no intentions to see.
Time grew weary and they ceased their calling.
His cloud of solitude, of the voices of negativity that only he could hear,
Joyously devoured the life that could have been,
Yet chose to waste away.
Consuming your words
trim the fat from my waistline
like anorexics
The empty calories
in your words turned my face to shame
like bulimics
Your words like junk food
made me unhealthy
as the years pass by
My thin darkened skin
wrinkled having no luster
awaits death
Empty calories in your words
took a toll on my soul
crushed my spirit
Now one foot in the grave
one standing firm in life
I continue to strive
We live are words and if not were just typing.
Ive come to a crossroads understanding little or nothing of the game
but knowing my place has been taken.
No longer in demand I sit with the other burnt out writers looking
back with grand dellusion and litlle hope for my return.
The dark waters of a uncertain tommorow overshadow the past glory
and future failures of my existance.
The last round poured the new gaurd will be here tommorow.
And as you pass the ones toblind to see as you've become to
jaded to feel you realize.
To live the words failure is a must for no agnst is true without
a glimmer of hope.
I stay ahead of the verse like a pool waiting for the tide.
Now in a place once called home I find strangers in old faces
shadows cast dark figures in alleys all lost for the better day.
But im no judge just a exile forced to carve a nitch
outta his same old space.
To tired to care yet still to ego ridden to leave.
Im a exile to friends who live next door.
They hammer the walls laughter takes there nights.
Im locked in only with memories to recall.
The smoke trails across the empty room of my mind.
Like some old stories ghost I merely haunt this worn down shell.
The sheet is wailing for some troubled letters, and the words are struggling to be
heard, and I comfort myself with a pen that reflects the shape of my heart, I leave
these notes under my pillow waiting to be found, hoping they might fell in your hands
accidently, and words will tell, exposing the look in my eyes, uttering the breaths that’s
been held inside, and as you seek beyond the lines, look further and you will feel my
ache, whisper my words with your lips, so I would listen to my heart in the tune of your
voice.
Those sheets are weeping beneath my pillow, yearning for a touch of your hands,
praying to be suppressed in your fist, keeping me up all night listening to their grieving,
until a new born dawn floats among the smothered air, composing an epitaph in the
consolation of the forlorn words.
And oh my darling, how I pity for the weary pen that sews the letters in the sake of
you, and how I envy it, oh how I wish I was a pen emptying all my heart on some white
sheets until my time is through and then I could sleep in peace.
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The long night hours of waking
That haunt my very soul
The reaper stands before me
And beckons me be told
The people stand behind me
With words of empty sounds
Promises of everything
But nothing to be found
The rusty wheels are turning
Of work that should be done
The people here, Im learning
Know fools that walk as one
Where are the ones I trusted
I stand so much alone
With words and empty meanings
And a heart that’s turned to stone
This poem was a fire
Ignited within me.
It heaved and it burned
Inside my chest.
It was a heavy burden and it made me
Go mad.
I knew I would not let it get the best of me,
So I decided I would get on my feet and beat it with rocks
Until it bled.
I would pick up a pen and write down what it said-
A love letter, a couplet perhaps?
I’ll write whatever-
I want this feeling to elapse.
My ideas were like new babies being born,
One after the other.
They would not give me a chance to
Catch my breath.
Oh no, they just kept coming
Streaming
Crashing
Shining
Like lights discovered in a flowing river.
I sat on the kitchen table,
Held my lucky pen- and waited for the words to ooze out of my soul.
The sink complained,
“Drip, drip, drip.”
I stared at that piece of
Cold useless metal.
As a glass of water stood by its side,
It trickled tears.
My thirst kicked in –
My eyeballs turned dry,
My hair went brittle,
And words I struggled to say
Were stacked to the roof of my mouth.
I bit my dried up lips.
The moment I would sip that holy water,
My guts would cool down,
And maybe,
Just maybe –
Kill this poem,
That was a fire ignited within me.
Drinking water is such an easy task,
May I add-
It is quenching
Delightful
Guiltless
And effortless.
Such is loving you my dear –
The only contrast is that
When I reach out for you,
Strange hands appear and slap my dry palms,
Depriving me from a necessity,
Expecting me to survive -
And make friends with thirst.
When I stand my ground,
And protest,
They finally hose down my need for water,
And bury my head in an ocean of my own making,
Where my words are blurred and unclear,
Trapped in bubbles of murdered justice
That will never pop.
Aren’t they aware?
Don’t they know?
We all need a sip of water every once in a while.
The sun might hurt the petals by drying them out
But the rain visits from time to time.
When will the rain visit me?
Wash away the distress they have caused-
As long as things stay the way they are,
I will have to find comfort and hydration
In the thought of this promised Glass of Water
That shall one day –
Quench my thirst.
I will destroy you
I will torture you in anyway I can
I will find a way to defile you
I will break you for what you did to me
I will turn you old and gray from emotional stress everyday
I will never let you rest
I will drive a wedge between your illegitimate marriage
I will take from you what you denied me
And all of this because you believed every lie that was told to you about me
You Harlot…
I will destroy your life in the same way your sister destroyed ours
By making you remember
I know you search to see what I have written. You should be happy you’ve inspired me to
relive all my pain
You took every ounce of love that I had for you and through it all away
You denied me a happiness that could have healed me and spawned much delight
Instead you are left with being attacked by a memory created by your sister’s lustful nights.
Mark my words you will suffer my pain
Nothing you can say.. No words of compassion will ever stop me from haunting your life
Remember this my sweet little saint one day your so called husband will see a ghost
And on that day he will come home refrained, he will come home one quarter less a man
than the half that he is today.
Be very afraid……
Sometimes I sit here and I wonder,
how long have I been here?
With the words of a ghost rotting my tongue,
exhaling phantoms who hang over my shoulders;
they offer a smoky hand.
I could take it and escape.
Instead I try to stay seated, unmoving, tired.
My limbs feel too heavy to move.
Sometimes I get a sense of the world beyond
the confines of my mind, I think, I remember.
I’ve lost count of the days and hours
too many seconds becoming minutes.
My head hurts, so I exhale.
I try to reconnect to my body,
are you out there waiting for this?
My words are building up
so many scratch pieces of paper surround me
Come read them, remember me. Find me.
You see me, I know
Caked with deepen shade
Everyone teased, but you hurt the worst
When you ignored and walked away
Now limping with a heartache
Disadvantaged with a broken soul
Those physical abuse wasn't their game
Teasing and taunts satisfied their toll
Thought you would stand up
And defend the scars under my skin
But instead joining in on the torment
Egging on bruises within
Trust was belittled
By the one that meant most
Dissolving friendship with a knife in back
Those things happen I suppose
The crude words spread
Like a diesese so untrue
But the worst ones that cut me
Were the lies sprawled out by you
I forgive you for punches
You seemed to throw when you spoke
And every kick your heels dug in
Solid as your choice words choke
Still have marks that had tried to heal
But decided to remain as scars
And inside my soul you'll see how
Still floating around are your remarks
Never crossed my mind
That we'd be like this today
The insults you breath in are dangerous
Bullying to fit in another day
Form:
My words cannot express
Written By Dean Masciarelli
January 26, 2010 (3:29pm)
My words cannot express
The emotional challenges
That I have had to face
And I must confess
That I cannot continue
to live the
rest of my life like this
Because I have had so
much difficulty dealing
with all of this sadness
And Dear Lord
I know that you don’t
like seeing me like this
But I would do anything
right now
Just to feel a warm
tender embrace
Because it would put
a beautiful
smile back on my face
And it would help
me to rise above
this overwhelming
sense of emptiness
Just by knowing that
someone cares
Because it truly would
make a difference