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away like she did, made him ask what was going on. That yielded no response. The
silence hung heavily in the kitchen. Finally, he asked, “Is Brian in his room?” He
looked at my oldest sister, Winnie who sat next to Papa. She didn’t respond.
Instead, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Thomas was as tall as Brian.
At 14years old, they were 6’ tall. Winnie bowed her head to hide her tears. She
looked down at her plate before her. Thomas turned halfway around and was about
to head towards the door leading towards Brian’s room, when Papa let out a deep,
long sigh and motioned to Thomas to come sit next to him. Winnie got up to give
Thomas her chair and Papa, with his voice low and cracked, told Thomas that his
best friend had passed away. The humming of the fridge seemed much louder
then. Looking back now, seeing Thomas’s face, I knew he wanted to laugh but he
stopped just short of that, and his countenance changed in an instant! A painful
grimace appeared on his face. His voice became shaky as he tried to mumble
something. He looked at each of us as if checking each face to see if someone
would soon break into laughter, at this absurd joke. After a while, he took a deep
breath, convinced now, that he was reading everyone’s face correctly. Brian’s Dad
wouldn’t joke about something like this. He thought to himself. Then all the reactions
he had seen as he entered the kitchen, finally registered, confirming that this was
not a joke. He nearly fell out of the chair, as it toppled over to the floor. He began
retreating slowly towards the kitchen door; his whole body still visibly shaking, he
said loudly, shaking his head in disagreement, that it wasn’t possible. “It is just not
possible!” He shouted. Yet, there was no response. Winnie was sobbing, tears
rolling down her face. He then asked if Brian had run away or something. Still the
room was as quiet as a tomb. Not a sound from anyone, only the constant humming
and the hymns being played on the local Christian radio station softly wafted across
the room. He then blurted out, “Because,” he
There are some days when night crawls in
and I fine myself afraid
and alone;
darkness gives way to darkness
when I open my eyes.
The light has left your eyes
so what is leading me home now?
What is home?
Shadowy tendrils grip my wrist
burning along the scars
ghost pains.
I tremble, shake, trying to keep my will firm
but inside I can feel it building up,
and the monster howls at the cars of his cage
she is compliant
very willing to open the door,
the shaking increases.
Her voice continues to whisper inside my mind
outside, I suffer the silence
night remains dark glass around me.
I know inside
what letting the monster out
will mean,
I try to beg my mind elsewhere.
Yet feeding the fire, my memories turn to you
And she and the monster gather strength in my distress
"Please hold me," my voice begs in a broken tone
but the dark,
has no hands to offer solace with
simply encompassing me
with nothingness.
All around.
I continue to hope
until the buildup leads to an eruption.
A silent scream
tearing away at my vocal chords
with the pressure of
silence
feeling the weight of what it is to stay
silent
then to simply
surrender
to the scream.
She slips in between the cracks that begin to show
and opens the door to his cage
allowing the monster to plunder
through my veins
I can feel him,
the rush of blood past my ears,
he longs to get out, to be let free
to slide along my flesh
and taste the air
all through the jagged lines across my flesh
slippery red tongue tasting the air.
One, two, three, four, five, six,
white smiles leers back
from two subdued wrists
Our flesh smiles like the monster.
He takes his fill,
torn skin, blood, and gore
I am left to sink below the static numb
mixed black and white,
with the hue of red along the edges.
She left me in the empty darkness
So lost in the world I search for her,
An invisible force drags me to the forlorn eagle,
Both our chains bond together
And Eagle and I entwine our souls,
Thus we embark on our desperate journey,
We ascend over peaked rising mountains,
And failing White clouds,
Searching for the unknown piece,
That has chained us to the ground,
Gazing through his eyes in the sky, we see her,
We watch her nurture the flowers on the land,
So provoked we christen to her in the weightless air,
Sensing my voice she lifts her porcelain head,
Familiar of her smile I sense a separation commence,
Zooming in on her face I feel the knots tighten,
Disillusioned By the sight of her eyes,
There is nothing but despair,
And once again we ascend over peaked rising mountains,
And failing white Clouds,
Searching for that unknown piece,
That has chained us to the ground,
And fixated on the earth we spot her,
And once again we christen to her in the weightless air,
Discerning us in the Violet sky,
She Smiles and signals us to come,
The knots begin to loosen,
But as we progress closer I hear her call my name
Listening to her foreign voice I flee,
So distressed by this misconstrue event,
My hope begins to diminish with the clouds,
So we flee to the forgotten rock,
And sit on the rusted gray stone looking unto the sky
And watch history reveals itself through the stars,
And we travel back in time to obtain her,
We wish to feel her presence,
To touch her delicate soft skin,
And to have her hold us once more in her arms,
But as we search through time and space,
I cannot find one sole essence of her Existence
Laying down on the pavement,
Looking up at the stars!
I’m thinking about you,
About how I wish you were lying down beside me.
We talked for 2 hours straight,
In the middle of the night.
Oh how I wish we could go back to then.
I would have talked till the sun came up.
I would have talked till we had nothing to say.
I wish we could talk like that every night.
I liked you from the moment I saw you,
At first it was just physical,
I will admit that.
But then I got to know you,
And now it’s so much more!
We have so much in common,
Like how we loved to just look up at the stars.
And how we both love to write.
And your writing is so beautiful.
I wish I was half as talented as you are.
Your voice is the voice of an angel,
Makes me feel like I’m in heaven.
Like I’ve died,
And been taken into the sky by your voice.
When I think of you,
A smile grows across my face.
Just thinking of you,
Makes the butterflies in my stomach dance
Just thinking of you,
Makes all the worries in the world go away.
Just thinking of you,
Makes me the happiest girl in the world.
But there’s one little problem,
You don’t even know I feel this way.
And you never will,
You’re happy with her, not with me.
And that’s just how things are meant to be.
So those butterflies stop
And the worries come back
My smile drifts away,
And I fade back into reality.
Back to where you’re the guy I love,
And I’m just another girl from camp.
Form:
Is this as far as we go?
This seemingly promising egg
Laid by the keen hopes of love
Rearing deliberate cracks...
Is this how far froth
Kisses my feet?
Will not come much further
And envelope my entirety in it's grasp?
Is this the end of promised
Rain on drought?
See, how deep the dryness
Has eaten into earth!
The bell has lost its pendulum,
The clock overticks,
Music lingers yet finds no voice
To unleash its waves.
My eyes have clutched the red-mail,
My hearts to be ripped out
If i do not wrestle with the wall,
If i do not lick feet,
Mere feats of a dog.
Am i a dog?
Should i be a dog?
Why should i be a dog?
I am originally man!
Then, the knot is tied.
I have no teeth,
The air made me old enough to loose them.
My fingers are frail, voice caught by wiles,
No voice to hearken to a kind friend.
So here i am in frenzied silence sober,
Looking up to this white statue
With frozen stretched arms,
Hoping to be embraced?
A face like yours should be etched in the sky
for the world to know you and see your smile
your eyes pierce the soul make a man cry
your voice makes it all worth the while
A bueaty like yours somthing so pure
Do i deserve take in this sight
your voice is a savior like the long lost cure
i cant get close your soul is so bright
not even heaven has seen such a face
if i should look away im afraid i might weep
so close to you my ugliness seems so outa place
your face is there when i dream when i sleep
the warmth you share with just a glance
fills my soul with love and glee
ill never say i love ill never get the chance
i think of you daily but youve never seen me
in my dreams you have always been mine
for a thousand years till the end of time
i will wait forever till you give me the sign
you are my life my neverending sunshine
Form:
Your eyes, I feel them looking
Eternally they peer away
I wish that I could capture them
I wish, I hope, I pray
But no, they look not for me
They look for someone, true
With a love to give well, always
That is what, is meant for you
Your lips and tongue, they call out
I hear them on the breeze
A voice that’s like no other
That brings me to my knees
But no, they call not to me
Your voice calls for someone, true
May he have the love you seek, my dear
That is what, is meant for you
Your hands, they reach to touch so much
With eagerness, they wish to feel
Their softness is wonderfully caressing
They can make a broken heart heal
But no, they reach not for me
They feel for that someone who
Can touch you as you touch him
That is what, is meant for you
I didn't see you smile today
So the sun forgot to shine
Your the reason the sun came up
Since the day I made you mine
I didn't hear you laugh today
So the world was an empty place
Your laugh was filled with honesty
And defined by simple grace
I didn't feel your touch today
So I truly felt alone
A single heartbeat where once was two
A silence I've never known
I didn't hear your voice today
So the music could not play
Your voice was like a symphony
That caused my soul to sway
I didn't say goodbye today
When they laid you in the grave
I'll miss the you that once was us
And all the love you gave
As the voice of darkness
Fades into the deep recesses of my heart
already laden with the temper tantrums
of everyday life,
I see your face in the fading light
Bright, blooming....
Breaking the shackles of time.
I listen to your voice in the
awakening of dawn,
In the chirping of birds,
Laden with a promise of a better tomorrow
A tomorrow without Death
Without misery
Without disease
Without sadness
Without the gruesome rape of life
A tomorrow full of promises
Full of hope
Full of life
I hear your voice
Even when you don’t speak
I hear you…..
I hear….. the sound of silence