Rhyme Sad Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Sad poems are examples of Sad poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Sad Rhyme poems written by international poets.
It's clear that you love me
But i don't understand why
After the things I have done
And all times I made you cry
I've let you down many times
And put those tears on your face
I hate myself for creating you pain
Along with all your disgrace
I cannot fathom how you felt
Each time your heart was broke
The pain and shame you hid
Behind depressions dark cloak
You stood up for me each time
Even knowing I was in the wrong
Your love must unconditional
And it's grace I do not belong
You deserve someone who's worthy
And who isn't the reason you to cry
This is difficult because I love you
But it time that we say goodbye
I No longer look for any contact
Your memory is fading like the past
Dreams we shared once alive
Dreams now give possibilities
Values shape our soul endlessly
Honor yourself and your family and open totally
Dancing with myself is like singing in the rain
Future I welcome with excitement
Fear is exempt
Letting go has saved me
Dreams are my right you see
Big ol’ Big Mac
I’m tired of being tired.
I’m exhausted with exhaustion.
I wish I had the money to retire,
But that is not up for discussion.
I can’t sink my teeth into a big ol’ big mac.
The motivation I lack to go and fetch that.
I’m not too skint and I’m not a skin flint,
I just don’t have the energy of an energy drink.
I’m thinking of food when I know I can’t eat.
I’d love to meet the best version of me,
But he does not exist,
He is lost to the past.
Damn that life was hard,
But we sure did have some laughs.
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Having a run, but not in hand,
Excited for I know my prize is grand.
It’s time to draw, but not from the deck,
I drew too much, now my figure’s a wreck.
Making lines, my soul further in debts,
I add more lines, I like placing bets.
Instead of pounds, I use my own,
A little more cautious, now down to the bones.
A little on edge, for my cover mustn’t be blown,
Acting as stoic as possible,
Expression like stone.
I try and do my best bluff,
But maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
I might tap-out, for luck’s not in my favour,
My turn is overdue, I should’ve signed that waiver.
Knowing if I lose, the cost will be major,
But I’m not too scared,
For my life is something I often wager.
A point of time alone I mark,
And shine it best I may,
And plant brave flowers upon the way,
Before I must embark.
You'd tilt cartons under your nose;
milk missed your mouth and cooled my toes.
Droplets have hardened when they've seeped
under the bed, the run now steeped
in stickiness since you've been gone.
If shadows sleep, mine has withdrawn
under the bed asleep like dust
when squeaks wake up the bedframe's rust.
Your absence forces me to yank
the mattress off to scour the rank
sourness and rough smattering
of crumbs, the stuck broom battering
lampshades reddening my eyes , beets
as if I am a ghost in sheets
circling a glass bowl's facedown rim
embedded in the dust grown dim.
4:09:05
A familiar time which plays on repeat in my mind
Get the opposite of high, but I don’t know why
Cutting pounds but not just my weight
I’m not trying to over-exaggerate
But I think it’s time to say goodbye.
Being alone isn’t the same as feeling it
I just wanna stop, I just wanna quit
They say all it takes is just a call
Down the rabbit hole you fall
Running down an empty hall
I cant seem to recall
If it’s really worth it all
Looking out the window, all
I hear is a loud rainfall
Beats me staring at a wall
Or downing pints of alcohol
Not afraid for if i fall
The flowers I’ll receive by haul
I’ll feel better overall
4:09:05 is my call
As the sun sets down beyond my sight,
while leaves turn from green to red
and all is dark save for the light
shining from stars overhead;
whose light now just barely shows.
The leaves that fall from the trees,
and all the while cold autumn wind blows
from the forests to the seas.
And as the wind now passes by,
whispering without a sound;
it carries the leaves up to the sky
and then they fall and hit the ground.
They lie there now where nothing grows
and as they lie they rot and freeze.
But all the while cold autumn wind blows
through the forests to the seas.
It has a voice as of its own,
this passing wind that is heard.
Blowing through trees all alone
it speaks it’s voice without a word.
Speaking more, the more it goes,
above the ground, through the trees
yet all the while the cold autumn wind blows
out of the forests to the seas.
Its voice speaks of all of time,
and now it speaks of great despair,
of terrible sorrow and hideous crime
from its long journeys everywhere.
Now it cries because it knows
the world is dying, so are the trees,
that's why cold autumn wind blows
from the forests to the seas.
I start the day with a simple hello
I can see he’s ignoring it, though
Good intentions but now I’m low
He’s always gonna resist
I make a request to stop by
But he’s too private of a guy
I hang my head low and sigh
He’s always gonna resist
These conversations feel so hollow
We once were deep, but now shallow
Now I’m off to cry and wallow
He’s always gonna resist
I must not ask for a date
I won’t get one at this rate
It must be my fate to wait
He’s always gonna resist
Independence is all he will seek
True feelings he will never speak
This situation looks mighty bleak
He’s always gonna resist
I want to show how I care
But I know I mustn’t dare
For he is one to easily scare
He’s always gonna resist
Words slur out drains in an alley,
winter chills as the flooding reaches
her sleeping bag & freezing feet
she reminiscences summer-time beaches,
flawed are the pieces in an art gallery
the beauty is in the artist's reaches,
of a society's greet on a bus seat,
a messiah washes away the bloody.
I see a long winter coming
(yes, I know)
the dull gray spreads ahead of me,
there ain’t no use in running
(if I could)
from yourself you can never flee.
There’s a long winter coming
(how’d I know)
you’d take it to such an extreme,
thought that we were something,
(yes, you did)
when to ‘benefits’ we agreed.
…Oh, the lies we tell,
to fake peace with ourselves,
you were in that dark place…
but nothing did you say…
In the long winter coming
(how will I)
forget the picture I was shown
by a cop so condemning
(let me see)
just how you’d laid yourself low.
In this long winter coming
(I will ask)
why you couldn’t tell me the truth,
always said we’d end it
(if we found)
ourselves in love with someone new.
…Oh, how could it be,
a triviality,
with fire took a turn,
and how it left you burned…
O’er the long winter coming
(I will say)
I’d have left her if I had known,
if I’d learned of your feelings
(I’d take you)
as mine to see if it would grow.
Now the long winter coming
(weighs on me)
all that was lost with your dark choice,
I’m left here, undone, and
(every day)
I wish I could still hear your voice…
My heart hurts
My soul is tired
Cant feel the earth
I’m uninspired
I’m on my own
I’m all alone
In the unknown
Turned into stone
Left in the cold
No hand to hold
I have no control
I can’t be consoled
I’m lost in the crowd
Where the silence is loud
And a dark purple cloud
Covers me in shrouds
I can no longer pretend
No, the blues never end
My heart’s on the floor
I can’t be happy anymore
Tears fall on my bed
My whole life’s in shreds
I’m hanging by a thread
Maybe I’ll feel better when I’m dead?
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.
On a warm sunny day
I let the dog out of the house
He wants to jump and play
He gets mud on my blouse
The warmth of the sun
I throw my dog’s toy
I try to have fun
I try to find the joy
I take in the view
I sit by the tree
He senses my mood
He walks up to me
“I’m sorry I’m sad
I don’t know what’s wrong
I’m doing pretty bad
I don’t know how to be strong”
My dog licks my face
He licks the tears away
He jumps in my lap
We both take a nap
But I wake up alone
I see his headstone
I see his old bone
I’m here on my own
I wish you were here
To greet me with cheer
To chase all my fears
I know that much is clear
I’m sorry you had to go
But I feel like you’re near
You’re the best dog I’ve known
Your spirit will always be here
Lonesome is as lonesome does.
Sadness is what sadness was.
It's what all the suffering know ~
nothing changes in the world of woe ~
though some might swear, it isn't so.