Sad... Poems - Poems about Sad...

Separated from the world by a thin wooden door,? here silence speaks of a world no more.? An unbreakable bond just turned to dust, ?betrayal’s darkness, detached trust. Bearing the burdens of which, alone ?the weight bowed down , yet sorely known. Shadows guard a silent gate,? destined for a somber fate.? Amidst the hush, the pain is deep,? a shadowed wound I’ll always...

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searching empty rooms ~ what do my tender hopes seek or my soft heart wish to sight ... ~ ~ mattered - not oblique ~ ~ sadly - whole house seems aloof even walls just feel the roof...

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Ayiti, Still Bleeding Ayiti, land kissed by sun before storm, Where mountains cradle hope in trembling arms, You rise, always rise, Yet the ground beneath you breaks again. The sky has fallen more than once— In shudders, in floods, in firelight. Children born to cracked earth and empty plates, Mothers who pray with dust in their throats. Winds...

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How can you truly be happy, when you`ve never felt it before, like your whole life you`ve only felt nothing else but a heart that´s sore? How do you know happiness isn´t made for you? Can I even believe that it`s something that exists, that is true? I`ve never shared a real smile before, always for...

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looking worse for wear at the mercy of winter's harsh elements. a stray dog, ...

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As yellow leaves wither in the autumn breeze, only apathetic thoughts remain in this nonchalant existence of my diseased body and over the hill mind! It reminds me a time of agility, A time of struggle and celebrations, An age when dreams of a better future bloomed, And leaping up those stairs to pluck the petals...

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I’ve never wanted to grow up. I’ve always been the girl who sighed At birthday candles instead of making wishes. The girl who whispered, “Wow… another year,” Like time was something cruel, Not a gift. The girl who stared out car windows And thought, “I wish time would slow down.” “I want to be 12 again.” I missed being small. I missed the color of childhood— Not just...

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maybe one day, in another time, another universe, the little girl in me doesn’t feel so deeply. maybe she learns to balance her emotions so she won’t end up getting so hurt every time. anything remotely upsetting in her life, makes her sad for weeks on end. enough to the point where she won’t eat....

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The reason why i keep to myself my feelings in simpler terms is because i can't explain them I tell myself it's all okay, But I know it’s just a lie I can't even bring myself to tell the person i trust most I don't want her to worry I don't want her to doubt I don't want her to fear Or...

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A sharp prick of a sarcastic needle, some helpless scars tease and taunt. The burglar took everything away, innocent words, yet memories haunt. Keeps turning back the hands of time a frozen fish in a blanket of shame. The cold mind drowns into darkness slippery abyss...is it only me to blame? A prisoner yearning to be free of pain, picks up the...

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"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire". After many cold winters, they met again, Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night. Though they had planned it over many a time, It came to fruition after such long lapse of years. Once they loved as no lovers could ever love. In devotion, never they faltered,...

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Silently walking along cobblestone With haunting memories bound by chain Darkened thoughts have been sown Silently walking along cobblestone Feeling destined to be on their own Their happiness has been slain Silently walking along cobblestone With haunting memories bound by chain ...

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It was a wonder, How could people live so short sighted? Until a walk outside among them revealed, That their compulsions had chased away the stars. When you're surrounded by lights within arm's reach - And every urge is reciprocated ten-fold, Then how could you ever, in your wildest desires - Possibly expect to shoot for the sky? ...

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death isn’t some big affair like in the movies they romanticize that there is no music swelling in the background no heartfelt words or gifts or sudden miracles of life it’s just sad. deep, heavy sadness that digs so far into you that you feel like you’ll never get it off sadness that seeps into your skin until no amount of scrubbing under hot water can...

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I call her Ms. H because names are easier than saying— I was too much. Too soon. Too wrong. She isn’t loud. She doesn’t scream. She waits— in the gap between what I gave and what you didn’t take. Ms. H isn’t you laughing at me. She’s the one who dusts me off when I offer my beating heart— just for you to forget it on your way out. She’s the one...

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