Sad Life Poems | Examples

Happiness

We tend to blur the lines between purpose and lies
as we break our spines reaching for our broken prize.

We force a smile while we scream inside
throwing up bile as we choke on our pride.

We grin as we stand before the mirror
learning to rebrand our shakey interior

Laughing we return to the idea of being satisfied
while we learn that our dreams have died.

"Its life" they say with blank stares
While we await the day we no longer live our nightmares.

My Friend Is the Ocean

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 place.
Rising from breakers, said spirit to me,
“Sunlight and storms must both in the sea lie;
These are my words,” sad the heart of the sea,
“Know that I love you, and by me, shall die.”
What is the darkness that’s in the sea’s soul?
What can it counter, and what not annul?

Defeat Hidden Victory

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 for his victory

Real love is not just about touching

Sometimes you have to stay with someone even when you are far away

To make their tomorrow better

You have to hide your past within yourself

Life is not always won for yourself

Sometimes you have to give up your victory for someone else

That is the real victory 

When you have to win your heart even after losing

Suffering

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 wreck/
Like jigsaw blades/
Heart is in a fight/
For it's life/
With restricting bands/
Tightening a person/
Spinning the wrench for more pain/
Causing life long suffering/
For a crime/
I never committed/

Jolted

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 it will hold,
But it's so far away as the time drags slowly on and on.

Eventually the light begins to fade, I know the time is near to the dark horrors that await,
I realise all of this as I am jolted by the twilight.

Probate

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. 

                                 Birds tweet their dismay
                               the feeders are all empty—
                                   No signs of life here

Little Old Lady

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 sit in the sun before her life just fades.

A Sad Life

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 retired, are you doing art?
No. I am blind in one eye.
I cannot do art now.

Dying For You

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 me
that dreaded day
did come to be
your hidden courage just couldn’t be found

The silence let’s 
your courage hide
from the painful price 
of your foolish pride
and all the things you say without a sound 

The doctor says
it’s me or you
believe me when
I say it’s true
It’s now become a choice of life and living

Now holding on 
means letting go
but one thing you 
must always know 
the life and love you took was worth the giving

~Jeannie Cronin

Memories Bring Back You

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 you mine.
Though you had never said,
but I had made you mine.
Still, on those paths,
our love days will be ever found.
Which you had left before,
but I am still roaming here all around.

I couldn't even wash out those
untouched touches of you,
that you had poured all over me
your verses through.
I had stopped listening to those songs,
which lyrics had led me to you.
I had tried to live in reality,
but memories always bring back you.

His Sad Life

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 he was alive
For him, even that was too much to ask

© Poem – VII/XXVI/MMXXII

Happiness

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 I need you..
then i will be happy

Live a Little Longer

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 long"

Alone

Am I drowning in the water yet

Piercing the surface I fell through

Or am I still floating dead

Sad turn of events into

Could I have escaped perhaps

Should I have even tried

Bad luck sure lends me no gaps

Had I better died

But life and on I must continue

Maybe a thousand years

And mortality it subdue

Bringing back old fears

And soon I must decide

What goes on and on

Is it a beautiful flower

Or what withers alone.

Strait

I’ll exit in quiet and angst-hastened steps 
Over the sanded dust on that jinxing floor;
And with well-metered gait soon shoot out
Into a sea of blank faces beyond the door. 

I own I must pity each unspeaking grain
Of sad earth asleep under my agile feet,
Unaware of those heavy strides of pain,
Resolute where tears and anxiety meet. 

I nurse a weird thought that I’ll encounter
An intolerably inquisitive eye as I saunter
Past every low stretch of panicky ground,
Curious whereto my swift legs are bound.

It will be a hastily embarked on walk to far
Climes cast between two impossible walls:
Meanest Fate on dim life's left-handed end,
Luck posted on shinier side of such fracas. 

At seven-thirty in the chilly morn’s breeze,
I’ll roam wherever Destiny’s winds please!

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