Best Sadworld Poems
World is amazing,as described by philosophers
but...what actually in world is amazing
The suffering,of those caught by the waves of fate.
Why there are rich and poor,
god could have created only rich!
Then why did he do so,to make the world balanced.
Rich can serve poor by loving them and giving them,
so they are blessed with more.
Poor can survive with the help of rich.
Balance which is needed,created by our god...but,
is it followed ?
Rich are becoming more rich and poor are still in the hands of poverty
Condition of world is wonderful.
God, fooled by the rich.
The balance of world is lost..
World fears god...its shivering is heard in many parts.
Help the world god.....please..
Inside four walls I currently reside
Within this house I continue to hide
Hurt lurks beyond these bounds
Crumbs of ash in piles and mounds
A cold fire burns deep
This amber glow will keep
Fearless as I may be
This outside world I can not see
For pain has been my enemy
The outside reminds me of the memory
For many nights I toss and turn where I lay
This memory hurts in a transparent way
Sunshine is but a remembrance of youth
I hide away like a midnight sleuth
Dimmer and dimmer is this light
It only gets brighter during the night
Where one can think without sound
And think what is really all around
Out of this world I feel
Is everything I touch real?
I see but am still blind
I am out of body, but still in mind
Do you ever sit and look up at the stars?
Wondering just what life might throw at you next?
Wondering how you ended up with so much pain, sorrow,regret?
Or how when you think everything is fine something happens
And your world feels like it crumbling away?
Do you ever lay and day dream
About how you can make your wrongs right?
Wondering how you could lie knowing it wasn't right
Wondering how you could cause so much pain to another
Even though it was you they trusted with there life?
Do you ever stop to think
That maybe you were put in this world to make a difference?
But all you do is fight,
Kill
Steal
Even if your not doing in physically
But emotionally
Do you ever stop and see
The pain you caused me
Or my tears I cry at night
My smiles not so bright?
Do you ever...
Will you ever...
Just stop and think about
What your doing to me.......?
This tale is true and mine. A world
Of wonder and color surrounded me
Long-ago. Bliss, fulfillment and freedom
Dwelled by my side. This picturesque planet,
For a person who renders it useless.
Me: an inmate imprisoned in darkness.
Colors bleed out in streams of absence
As blackness seizes their thrones.
Pictures, paintings and murals are consumed
By infernos of midnight flames.
They serve no purpose. Stripped from
Their homes, oh how the walls stand naked.
Books: letters, burst with ink. Flooding
Pages in wretched shadows, leaving them
Handicapped within this nightmare. Mirrors:
Oh how they no longer haunt my approval,
For my existence is not within them.
This reflective world is so foreign. As I
Do not perceive it. Gleaming light bulbs
Nay not be ignite, as they do not
Illuminate this gloom.
I see the night within the day.
Emotions through sight, dead, they now lay.
For I see nothing, but feel everything
Before me. I’m lifeless, but living.
I shall not exist in a world
Of wonder and color. Only
In a world that is four out of five.
I shall exist in touch and in taste.
In fragrance and in hearing, but blackened
Shall my eyes stay
For its been too long since they’ve gone away.
When And Why
Concepts of right and wrong
White and black without the shades of grey
Where did those ideas come from?
Whose warped mind divided the world into two?
Murder is murder unless it is done on a battlefield?
Killing an unborn child is ok but only until it is born
It is okay for people to starve
But it isn’t legal to steal a love of bread to feed a family
Pets are left to waste away on the sides of the road
Or take them to a shelter and have them kill it for you
After all…it is painless to die
Animals can die for sport as long as they die running
It is okay as long as they don’t fight
People can be crippled for sport
It brings in the money
But we are told that it is not right to inflict injury
As long as the owners count their millions
It is alright to be a man until a woman wants your job
It is alright to be a woman until a foreigner takes your job
When did the world become so segmented?
So indecisive about what is right and wrong
When did we screw it all up?
Even though I may look happy
Insinde I am still depressed
You go by what you see not think
My saddened soul begins to sink
I hate this world, I hate my life
Tears of blood I grip my knife
I think of how my world will end
But yet I still cannot comprehend
I chose my fate, but did I lie
Leaving this world I will now die...
Gravity is just here to pull us down
But this planet isn't good enough for you
Too bad we couldn't float out of this town
To create a world with a better view.
Somewhere between those shining stars and Mars
We would stand before heavens sturdy gates
And study the angels behind the bars
Who swallowed their pride and challenged their fate.
We notice the world is spinning way too fast
The entire human race is wasting space
Look towards the future coming to pass
It's like a long strand of black lace.
What is it like to be the last one there?
Stuck to the ground in silent prayer?
If I could catch the world in a bottle
Would it be worth having?
It would hold hopes and dreams
Shared by billions of souls
All of the love ever shared would be locked away
Protected from those who wish to end it
People would life their lives
Not knowing that they are sheltered
Maybe if they knew they wouldn’t care
I would never know
Looking from the outside I could only watch
Alone, separated by a thin wall of glass
I could only watch as others met and fall in love
Starting their own families they thrived
They became happy and grew
While I could only watch
Holding the world in a bottle
Oh yes, the college girls
come and go
speaking of Ani De Franco.
And yes, I too
measure out my days
with coffee spoons,
a hundred years later
and nothing has changed,
only the numbers of the dead
and the deranged
have increased exponentially
with deadly technology.
Like the Caesars of old
the power brokers of now
stamp out the vestiges
of an older order.
And yes, i sit like an elderly sentry
on the cusp of two centuries
and views of the world expecting
nothing better
than what has come before.
And yes, oh yes, seeing the gullibility
and the tomfoolery
of a world where you can be convinced
with very little effort
that up is down and that
right is left holding the bag repeatedly
and speaking ever more deletedly
to fewer and fewer ears.
What has changed?
What has changed except the names
used to describe the same old games
of a gang of aggressive primates.
Some are cannon fodder
used to divert the lion
and parade and preen
when they are lucky to escape.
Some are keen
to produce more spawn
so that we can do the same
old con again.
Some are at the center
protected and gifted
by a willing populace,
unwilling to risk
their own neck
as long as some one else will.
And some, with rolled up trousers
sit on the edge knowing
what is right
but lacking the will
to say so
and creating for ourselves
the post of sentry
to ease the burden
of a nagging conscience.
Just sitting here
watching the college girls
come and go
speaking of Ani DeFranco.
On the day I was born a band of demons rejoiced in hell.
Under Satan's spell, I grew into a man with an empty shell.
Darkness still hangs over me like a stormy black cloud.
I thrive on violence, and silence can often be so loud!
I enjoy the smell of decomposed skin, and the taste of afterbirth!
My energy is fueled by my sin and I've come to terrorize earth!
Many angelic beings have tried to put an end, an end to my demonic crime.
My foes can't seem to comprehend how I travel back through time.
I've worn the crown of destruction, and I continue to conquer the lands.
Without bloodshed I can't function, so I need blood to drip from my hands!
I bathe in hell's flames, and bargain for souls by fulfilling peoples fantasies.
I am called many names, but Antichrist is what the Bible has labeled me!
Soon I'll unite the world's governments, and put my face on all currency.
The mass media will be my instruments, and I'll have the world fooled to believe in
me!
I'll have all people under my control, and flood the world with sex and drugs like
cancer.
I'm determined to win every soul, for that is my goal, and I'll hold all the answers!!
Paper latterns light the gardens path.
To a splendid night and a summer bath.
Rose peddles trampled under her feet.
As her form fill's the darkness.
hiding in the shadows trying to catch a peek.
Of the beauthy who gives life with her
kiss.
Magic seems real on a night like this.
On a night like this the world stands still.
when feelings are spent.
And emotions serve there own will.
She tempts the angels and makes the old young.
Climbing the invisable ladder.
Rung by rung.
Green tea she sips while drifting down
a lonley night.
A painters brush draws a tear at her sight.
Golden hair cold blue eyes.
She breaks hearts with sugar coated lies.
Jasmine fills the air.
With love and memories to share.
nothing about her seems real.
She acts unfazed with mass appeal.
Often is her coldness mixed with rejection.
She surrounds herself with walls for
constant protection.
Living in a world of her own making.
Giving visions of passion for the dreamers taking.
No matter her ways still someone she does miss.
As the wind travles through the trees.
She reflects on a night like this.
She fills the emptyness with a secret innovation.
On a broken dream and a promised vacation.
Standing in the shadows soaking up her eternal bliss.
Romance and passion.
Come togather on a night like this.
Thinking this world was turning a new leaf
Reading a poem that turned to disbelief
How can I read such a praising word?
To a term of phrase that shouldn't be heard.
Don’t think I am sheltered in my life
Care and teach, don’t cut with a knife!!
Disappointed to say the least
Embrace, even people from the east
I know a word doesn’t amount to discrimination
But lead us God, not in to temptation.
Educate the world to be a united place
No matter, what ever colour, creed and even race
Many views that have upset me so
Feeling my soul cry, I just want to up and go
I’m here on the Soup for great inspiration
But I may have to leave, for lack of admiration
I may have it wrong, for that I hope
If thats the case, I will wash my mouth out with soap!
But, forgive and forget, and a second chance
My motto that is, and never give it a second glance
A Life so busy yet same like a clone,
Counting seconds in a monotonous tone,
Everybody is drilling and pressurizing like hell,
But my mind is off in its own world alone.
Studying thousand word in hope of remembering a few
Every sentences seems to be skew,
I am missing badly my concentration,
But my mind is alerting me of getting screw.
I am trying hard but all is in vain,
I have 1000 medicines to cure my pain,
But the medicines are only flaunting,
Keeping my scars fresh and plain.
I want to cry hard but my eyes are refusing ,
I want to scream aloud but my voice is diffusing,
I am out of myself, wandering like an orphan,
My every second is new and confusing.
The confidence has lost his battle with fear,
Belief’s throat is off with a tear,
Hope is searching for its synonym insane,
The sky of happiness is in a doubt of being clear.
I don’t need horror movies to get scared,
A sight shuttering of eyes is enough for this trick,
I don’t need to get pricked to collect tears,
My eyebrows just need a slight flick.
I am living in a world of harmony yet so distress,
Every second brings happiness yet so less,
The imbalance is turning on like hell
Knowingly I am drowning myself in black magic of distress.
Protected from life
Hidden from view
Alone in my room
With little to do.
I sit at my window
Safe from the world
Looking out at people
Going about in a swirl.
Whether a marriage or loved one
that has been lost,
Or maybe a business of which I was once boss,
Now all is gone and with nothing to do
I sit at my window
Safe from the world
And hidden from view.
A world of hurt
Do I see
A retreat from life
is safer for me.
Like an animal hurt and
withdrawing from life,
hiding from the world and all of its strife
I sit at my window
with nothing to do
Not willing to commit to the care of a few.
There was a time
in this life I know
when I would come and I would go
Now I hide away from it all
Not willing to venture out from this closed-in stall.
With nothing but a window
to the world that I see
hidden from sight
and all who would love me.
A sad time is had
A lost life is bad
But my window is all that I allow to protect me.
Dedicated to all of the hurt and gentle people unable or unwilling to share their lives
with others.
implicated for a crime he did not commit
fighting an endless and hopeless battle
unsure of who conspired aganist him
guilty of being black
innocent soul forced to be corrupt
mind racing and searching for relief
heartbeat slowing down
raped and tortued by inmates and guards
forced into a world where hell is home
wanting nothing but a fair trial
tears turn to rage while days turn to years
no visits no commissary thrown into confinement
four grey walls no bed naked and alone
marinating in feces while surviving on dirty urine
fed humility on a tray of spit and sperm
why does the system fail us
so many innocent lives wasting away
living and lost on the green mile
once an everyday working man
now becomes a man's woman
violated in mid-evil ways
betrayed by his flesh and blood
wanting to end it all now
just to be free once again
living inside his world of what if's
escape is through his prayers
life leaves him to die a slow death
alone and afraid of what lurks outside
having to swallow more than his pride
looking forward to that fateful day
when the needle filled with hate
will slowly enter his veins
and take him away