Friends Sad Poems

Do you know how it feels to be 
No one's first priority?

The feeling of being alone
While your friends are falling in love.
The time when you...

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there’s something dreary
about a terrasse drenched in rain
can’t help but take it personally
like a missed invitation
to an afternoon drink with friends
or a cancelled party

a dull...

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Sadness fell. 
And also puzzle pieces. 
And also things and trinkets. 
And also rocks that seem to think. 

If something fell from outer space…
It would...

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tiptoeing 
through a minefield 
    f r a u g h t 
with combustible opportunities
       ...

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This headache is killing me.
Beating through my skull, this throbbing pain.
It's so constant and that might be the worst part.
Sitting alone in my bed slowly...

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The “Mayday” radio call message was the final voice from Air India 171 flight bound for London seconds before it crashed creating an eternal memorial...

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longevity... a natural proclivity of the mind
the want... the desire to live a long... prosperous life
basking in rays of sunshine...

though even in the midst of...

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After "the ritual" by Olivia Gatwood

everything about this song is red,
your wallet is brown,
the brown a burgundy
and the burgundy’s chalice
has gold to dazzle
rubies, carnelian, sard
precious,...

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Loved all those times we met for tea;
My friends from our old garden club.
Now, many cannot come to share;
Our group is dwindling every year.
Pray those...

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Forget about it
Don’t think about it
It’s not important 
Put it out of your mind

Things I have been told

Advice for the lovelorn
The bereaved
The broken hearted
The lonely

Your...

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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...

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Wake up. If you can.
Or just lie there, blank-eyed,
Listening to the ceiling rot.
Time is fake. Clocks are arrogant.
Let them tick for someone who matters.

Forget food....

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Nothing is heard, but the gentle breeze
Breeze that whispers over the deceased 
Trees bow their branches with deep respect
For those that lie in cemetery beds.

The...

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HE~

He has met her before

He knows that

Maybe once or twice 

Yet, where and when he is just not sure


SHE~

He is in good spirits today

I think...

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Blood falling
Down 
Down
Down

Onto the little glass shard 
    of my dads broken 
    shot glass 
I don’t know
 ...

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