Life Sad Poems - Poems about Life Sad

When movements cease and passion turns a bore That voice increases, louder than before. Unravelling temptations and taunting that sting that I promised I wouldn’t do, I’ve tried other things. My recollection is present and erases the past But why don’t I worry that this is going to last? Collapsing time and merging my days, I can’t resort to it, but there’s...

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soul-numb nights in red light glaze-gaze vodka hazed streetlights spill blood beads of a loveless life a heart scarlet scarred...

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- Not everyone is born under a starry sky ~ but climbed great heights - ...

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"Silence Faded with a Soft Embrace" ...

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Pray for me, brother; There are words stuck behind my tongue That I have carried in my heart, For life can tire the tongue— Because our moments for words are few. The world does not welcome words, brother. I am weary of the heaviness in my eyes, Though no...

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Everyone will find Comfort after suffering Not just together....

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An angel sent to visit us on Earth, The realm of bliss to this of grinding woe; What must she think to dwell in love's sad dearth? But angels need not think, for all they know. Perhaps she knows the meaning of it all, And softly beats her wings to sooth our cries; Perhaps she knows that mortal crises fall, And all...

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Tears, they flow as giddy gushing streams, and meddle with our facile sense of joy, seamlessly they interface cod emotions, whirlpool laughter smothers trite elation, smirking bogus rivulet, weeping willow branch, to that toxic ocean known as hollow mirth...

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I feel sad my friend drifted away --- a limerick gave me a laugh....

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My life has always felt ordinary— a quiet rhythm of joy and sorrow, as natural as the changing sky. I tell myself I’m fine, because when I glimpse the stories of others, my own burdens seem lighter. I have no great struggles, or maybe I’ve simply grown used to them, numb to the weight I no longer name. I am not afraid to be...

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Cold night engulfs an injured bird Wings caging it from The naked reality It seeks warmth In a frosted golden cage Of escaping hope......

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My mother likes blue cheese. She said it was an acquired taste, Only the most sophisticated, Dined on it’s musky scent. Though I hated blue cheese, I swallowed it down. Hard. Grotesque. There was nothing I hated more than blue cheese. But if it meant being accepted, I’d pretend. Over time, Blue cheese became my friend. It made me laugh. It comforted me when no one else could. Who cares...

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Rhapsody of rainbow morphs into morose mélange of shredded exuberance, bleeding colors bleached from collapsed cloud of twilight zone embroidered by sunset spectrum, profoundly permeate as ingrained blemish the lilac lattice of the broken heart, the sordid shades of blue paint the linen of love, f r a y e d.... Requiem...

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Stubborn, submerged Stubborn ~ emerged ...

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I am in debt, weighed down by despair, A burden unseen, yet it's everywhere. Each breath I take feels borrowed, not mine, Each step I walk traces a fragile line. I owe the world, I owe my soul, A fractured heart that debt has stole. Dreams deferred, hopes turned...

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