Rhyme Sad Poems | Examples
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By Poet..... "Sometime life is unseen. What remains then shows up."
Over the many years,
pillows have been filled with tears.
Unseen dreams of attacking bears,
representing my many fears.
Now unseen what remains?
It is all locked away in my brains,
tied tight with heavy chains.
Sometimes red busting veins,
filling me with overwhelming pains.
After four years of marriage
I cannot remember my life before
You turned my life around
Showed me life was so much more
Now every memory is of us
Every thought is about you
In everything that I partake
It's a reminder of you
You loved me when I was down
But I never made it to my feet
I was pulling you with me
With my anger and deceit
As you walked away I saw
That you had tears in your eyes
I know it wasn't easy for you
And I had had a million tries
You won't answer your phone
You refuse to talk to me anymore
That hurts my already broken heart
That shattered here on the floor
I wouldn't change a thing
About all our good times at least
But I'd change every argument
And I never would be that beast
Death is not the enemy you believe
And death isn't what you should fear
Death we all shall truly desire
For only death makes troubles disappear
Death is not some fancy illusion
Full of smoke and mirrors to deceive
Death offers to relieve your troubles
And will accept all it can receive
With death there's no worries or regrets
Any wrong or mistakes they slip away
They all vanish and bother you no more
There's hardly any cost you must pay
What death offers no one can match
Nothing else can do what death can do
You want peacefulness to fill your life
Isn't the cemetary peaceful to you
Young and handsome
the world was his oyster
‘Til he chose to self-cloister
~ his oyster now a clam
You took your love away
I'm trying my best to hold on
I know that if I let you go
You will forever be gone
I cannot accept that scenario
A life without you next to me
Would be a life I couldn't live
A nightmare i never want to see
How could I even try to live
Without you being in my life
The only thing I did right in life
Was simply making you my wife
I know there has to be something
I don't want our marriage to end
I know your heart is broken now
And it will take time for it to mend
I love you with all my heart and soul
I'm tired of being the reason you cry
Please give me my last last chance
Before you say your last goodbye
My rhythm is just awful
my rhyming’s out of sorts
As I light each poem’s tail
I hope that it aborts
Iambic pentameter
speaks not to my heart
Perhaps that is one reason
critics tear me apart
I’ve served my time: waited tables
washed cars, begged for money
Yet my poetry presents indifferently
worst of all ~ it ain’t even funny
I have an impression about
The exuberant frill of it all
Sorry it leaves no doubt
My world seems to get old
Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether
Set their sights on a safety course
The Sheriff of Tariff goes further
Busy stopping and making wars
The development people erect
Ugly buildings destroying the old
But what can we do about that?
Mammon is an active god
So what would be a place for us
If only you were here?
But you went away from our path
Without meaning to disappear..
Is loneliness a mediator
One life’s uncompleted symphony
Must be completed later
By voices of others’ memory?
You’ve reached out to nowhere
They wish you to rest in peace
But you can’t answer from there
Being released of all this
I’m dashing to you, my darling
But met with silence that stares
Right into me while I’m calling
Calling to you from downstairs..
The anticipated event has come and gone.
You will miss so much of that which you longed.
Both your desire and your submissive attitude
Have been presented to God in prayer.
However, your desire was not granted.
You could have fainted, but you did not.
You stayed home and deep in your heart,
You felt all alone, but you moved on.
When we learn to move on,
And forget about what went wrong,
We 'll feel less alone,
And we'll grow strong.
Block off the sorrow
Wall off the pain
Quarantine tomorrow
When it returns again.
Don't play her music
Don't let the chords start
It penetrates the armor
that surrounds my heart.
She lies in a grave
Under a stone
She hoped and she gave
Now it's all gone.
You can riff a jazz song
You can play hard rock
Keep it harsh and strong
Don't turn on the clock.
In her last days her hairdresser came
Into our modest home
Temporarily cheered her up
with a scissors and a comb.
How have the mighty fallen
How has a vibrant life come low
I hear the past a' callin'
A place where I can't go.
So don't play that oldies song
Leave those memories alone.
Some doors stay closed for a reason—
Some hearts are better stone.
In Germany beneath a foreign sky
I took sweet Sherri’s hand as mine
We built our days upon young hopes
And we consumed love like sacred wine
Then one day the world stood still
A voice like thunder split the air
I ran by will through dread and fear
To find death waiting there
They said my sweet Sherri had gone away
And with her passed a child (inside)
“What, a daughter I’ll never see?!”
Then felt my own heart landslide
Once we talked that if it should ever be
That God would bless our love the same
A little girl with Sherri’s eyes
We both would give her Emma’s name
Then dawn broke cold upon my face
No blood, no ward, no final scream
Yet grief still echoed through my mind
For all of it had been a dream
Some days I think I miss you.
Other times I'm mad.
Sometimes I'm glad your gone but at the same time I am sad.
I often stop and remember one of the memories you have shared.
When you told me that your mom never really cared.
You said you dream about her but she never ever talks.
But I would say you're just like her a two face back stabbing mom.
I love you but I hate you it messes with my grief because I'm not sure how I feel now that you're deceased
I'm going through a lover's quarrel.
The universe is fighting with me.
I'm trying to get the knowledge,
Thinking about my destiny.
Already figured it out, not trying to disrespect my family.
Caught between the life cycle of who I'm really trying to be.
Knowledge is the only way to live; that's all that matters to me.
But the force is so strong that I'm losing mentally.
I'm arguing with the universe that's stuck inside of me.
It's trying to elevate me to a place to live out eternity.
The elevation is stuck between one and seven.
The lower numbers are hell, and the higher numbers are heaven.
All I'm trying to do is get back my lost history.
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.
I almost didn't make it to be here today,
So sit back and let me tell you the story my way.
I was walking out of the store one day
when some guys wanted to take my life away.
Bullets started flying, people running for cover.
They shot me three times, over and over.
As I lay on the ground, I'm screaming for help.
Had to crawl out of the street and dialed 911 myself.
I'm laying there dying, and the Angel of God spoke to me and said,
"My son, I'm with you here today, and you're not dead."
That's when I closed my eyes, and the ambulance drove away.
I woke up from a coma; that's when I started to pray.
God spared my life. He loves me so much.
I talk to Him every day now with a heavenly touch.