Sad Life Poems - Poems about Sad Life

My friend is the ocean, waters that glide, Rustling my footsteps and tousling my hair; Many the times that we walked side by side, A spark and forever, joined as a pair. Always a cloud there lay over its play, Dappled the sunlight that fell on my face; Heaving, its waters had something to say; Twilight with meteors it took for the...

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Sometimes I have to call myself wrong So that someone s path becomes easy Everyone has the right to speak the truth But sometimes silence also becomes a prayer When someone s peace passes through you Then I have to smile even after breaking myself He has won by understanding that he has won over me And I have to make excuses...

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Suffering wounds deep inside/ Felt like I been/ Sliced up by a switchblade/ Chopped to pieces/ Mind, heart and soul/ They keep beating/ On a scale of life support/ Suffering wounds, never ending/ Never to be fully restored/ Each day that goes by/ Just makes it hurt more/ The invisible switchblade/ On the inside/ Feels like Edward Scissorhand/ Soul is screaming to be tended to/ The mind is in a...

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This is the saddest day of my life, But the day dosen't know that, the sky is so blue and the sunshine so bright. No one looks and nobody cares as I stumble my way through the hours, Everything just continuously drags, I don't eat I don't drink I am just here. I fear the coming night and the dreams...

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A cracked windowpane. A few daffodils peek their heads through the weeds that grow tall where flowers once smiled. Purple nettle chokes the life from any grass courageous enough to try to stand in its way. ...

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Little old Lady with the blue rinse hair, Sitting there in her worn out chair. She was a beauty when she was younger, She misses her life like a gnawing hunger. Noboy seems to know or care, About how she looked and the designer clothes she used to wear. When it's sunny they sit her in the shade, But she wants to...

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she spent seventy-six years of life not living her dream wanting to though i never wanted to teach she told me how long did you teach? I asked. thirty-seven years What did you want to do? I wanted to be an artist. Did you create art during vacations? No. I was too tired. Did you do art on weekends? No. I was depressed. Now that you are...

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A sleepover Hooray My sister and I We pack light a small bag each It's been 3 days I am out of fresh clothes I miss my toys Can I go back now? Apparently sleepover Does not mean what I thought Ah, if only I brought more clothes If only I got my books If only I could keep what was mine the new house is good until I...

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Sad Life At three years old my parents divorced Father got full custody Mother, visitation rights My sister and I were too young yet still we understood Into our life another came and she begat a younger one who stole away the one we loved and left us all so saddened at school one day a woman came a stranger with a car we got...

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Since the day you left I’ve been saying goodbye with a heart full of hope someday I’d know why but now it seems I have to let you go All my strength is all but gone from the ledge you left me hanging on with fear of falling all I’ve left to know For all the things you were to...

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Time flies by Someday I will die ...

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You never knocked before entering into my heart, but when you had left, I had heard a breaking sound! Nowhere, but in my memories, our stories will be ever found. I had walked a long way, but the road was round, and I am here again trying to find myself all around. Cheers to the day, when I had wished to make...

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After so many bad things happened He felt nothing for so long It was as if he was in a coma All his pain stopped hurting Love was something not remembered And happiness never existed Still, every day he trudges on Knowing the future is no better The present was a symbol of death And the past could not have been worse But at least...

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I'll be glad if you think you'll give me a gift No.. I'll be happy if you think you'll surprise me No.. If you think you will take me for a long drive..I will be happy No.. If you think you hide your pain..I'll be glad No If you think you message me to be pampered..I will be glad No If you'll be there when...

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Watching the television from my bed, newsreader's 'Ayubowan' winding up the day I sink into the pillows, waking up the springs under closed eyes - because I know I can't. P.S.: Fictional. Written on 6/8/2021 For Cancer Ivy Poetry Contest Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke Additional: 'Ayubowan' is the traditional greeting in Sri Lanka (used by Sinhalese). It means, "May you live...

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