Feeling Sad Poems | Examples
These Feeling Sad poems are examples of Sad poems about Feeling. These are the best examples of Sad Feeling poems written by international poets.
Simple being is what I worth the most
Any lofty ideals I won’t justify
I ditch principles and credos of those
Who are chosen to rule, born to lie
The existence I own makes enough
Foundation for the rest that I need
Like perceiving music, arts, feeling love
Taking care of the garden and weed
Hamlet’s question seems idle to me
Hope I don’t sound stiff or too proud
I’m your happy sad Jack - just to be
Is the most comfy thing I have found.
No one asks what depression tastes like
It tastes like a rag used to clean blood and vomit.
Overstimulated and numb, draining me like a faucet.
Sleep, wake up, over and over.
Sleep.
Wake up.
What am I doing this for?
Sleep.
Wake up.
My worth wavers in my mind.
My strengths
My weaknesses
Sleep.
Wake up.
There’s a part of me that despises myself
And the other part wants to reject that part.
At the end of the road
If the only thing waiting for me
Is a mountain of mental corpses,
what then
Sleep.
Wake up.
Are you depressed because you’re sad?
Or, are you sad because you’re depressed?
I hate myself.
I despise
myself.
That is the feeling I chose.
Chicago’s skyline would never disappoint
non-hysterical people in their right mind
but I am useless, so I stare out into her point
feeling like a crushed bug, the last of my kind
my feelings are my own, I keep them well hidden
others on this metro train are phone-staring
sharing emotions with strangers is Chicago-forbidden
my small- town parts are way beyond actually caring
I stare into the night, wondering where this train is taking me
my disappointment is acute, well-known to me once again
If this was not just a Great Lakes, I’d drowned myself in this sea
on this metro train of strangers, I let my sadness begin
gaslights, cobblestone streets
horse-drawn carriages
markets and town squares
folks barter and meet
frilly lace dresses, topped by bonnets
a handsome hat, with a feather on it
merchants hawk their wares with flair
a festive feeling pervades the air
where did it all go, why is it gone
when nothing replaced it
‘cept Amazon
See
me here
in this yard
of tangled weeds
where I sit far back
and watch the passers-by
with a sinking feeling as
I settle into ground. Kids throw
rocks, smashing my windows, then run off
crying out I’m haunted. They’ve dimmed my eyes.
My painted skin, once pretty, is peeling.
My fixtures are broken; my floors cracked.
I smell decay all around me.
Old letters cram my mail box.
No longer a home with
the soothing sounds of
family, I
am just the
bones of
one.
Sunlight reaves through the cerulean sky
and drifting clouds; over mountains, it lies
through the forest's heartbeat, trembling leaves,
upon dappled nature's breast weave.
The placid echo sounds of the fast,
entrancing waterfall cascading vast
downward into a plunge pool across
cool rocks and soft, wet green moss.
We walked to the ridge of the hill.
A sinking feeling of sadness reeled.
The wooden bridge was down;
a lot of the wooden planks drowned.
Absolutely nothing we could do,
except find another way through,
under the shade of branches that weep.
Rest, for the climb was rather steep.
Search for me midst tears, wept soundlessly
From a heart moved to believe, surely
Whatever comes, a feeling, revealed
By the hand of grief, who haunts the dreams
Poverties washing soul in shadows
Heartaches written, bold black and hurt
Weeping dread, softest tones, search for me
In soft grief, as twilight bleeds despair
In my mind, she still survives
The smallest hand, I held on tight
Not tight enough – this memory revives
The moment when she left the fight
A fight between her and a dark disease
The story is so old – but I must tell it
It’s so long past, but I fall to my knees
Praying for relief – yes, I’ll definitely admit…
My heart still beats when I hear her name
Flooded with a feeling, such a deep pain
Still blaming, the shame– oh, nothing is the same
She haunts my heart so I’m almost insane
Familiar dull feeling of dealing with disappointment
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I love the times when I feel joyous inside
When all’s well and there is no sign of sorrow
Sunny days when our windows are opened wide
And anticipating joys of tomorrow.
I hate the days when I’m feeling down and blue
And everything seems such a chore to do
When there is strife and friction that never ends
Especially between family or so called friends.
I fell for you deeply into some sort of spell.
Sadly sometimes I end up feeling unwell
And all I wish is for you to be able to tell
How for you my heart will always swell.
I fell for the you you could potentially be,
Until I realized what I want is also in me
As you told me you couldn't be what I see,
But little do you know maybe we can be free.
I fell in love with how you made me smile,
It made me wish you'll stay a longer while,
But I know even true love's gone out of style
In modern age with everyone's own wile.
I fell in love with my idyllic perception of you.
Sadly turns out someone like me won't do
And I'm not sure if I'll ever break through
My state of limerence's every debut.
just a feeling
while it seemed all the words in the world
could not appease her fears
and yet a single look of tenderness
was all it took to make her whole again
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Never mind,
though people
ignore me
crave not for
their praises
and credits
I feel bad
when people
show me wrong
Placed : 1st
I only wanted to love you
So you would love me too,
Until you stopped loving yourself too,
The you that I always knew.
Then all of the feelings which once grew
Withered away by devastating words of slew
When you had chosen to let anger brew,
I decided I would remake myself anew.
I only wanted to love you for you
So I could learn how to love me too,
Til you erased the someone I thought I knew,
So instead I learned how to stop loving you.
These feelings are all so new,
Laying low and always feeling so blue,
Indeed my longings for you still stew,
Even after my vision in life was set askew.
disconnected
jaded and feeling numb
ennui quickly turns to melancholy
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025