Sadness Poems - Poems about Sadness

Dearest reader, I have many secrets But I wont tell you now, I'll wait till you're older Heavens know I have many regrets But I wont tell you now, please wait till I'm bolder There are many things about me you dont know yet But I wont tell you niw as you rhetorically cry on my shoulder There is a version...

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Happiness and sadness are equi-distant from each other It's the speed that makes all the difference From point to point A distance travelled in our minds but takes hold of the body Like a pendulum swinging from end to end Our souls dim and perspectives flicker A proud eagle becomes solitary A vast vibrant field becomes lonely Words are given innuendoes belonging to...

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I don’t like mirrors anymore They’re a reflection of everything I try to ignore The acne on my face My stomach gaining weight These love handles aren’t fake It sucks to be this way Cause all I see is ugliness staring back at me I don’t wanna be her The one I call mother For she’s...

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I am not my own Maybe I never was But now I’m simply alone I’m worthless Hiding in my mind With no one to impress Why can’t I be mine? No one close but evil eyes Praying on my downfall No matter what, they ignore my cries Watching as I crumble...

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Sitting by the window and reflecting, on one bitter cold day, The sky cloudy, the weather report predicted snow, The temperature outside 10 degrees, a little low, 33 years ago, it was a sad, life changing day that May. My dad is all I could think of, he consumed my thoughts, The Specialist Oncologist had given us the tragic...

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I wish you could love me. You say you want a girl who’s understanding, kind, loving, and will work for your trust. I would do all of that for you, I would work with you to build our relationship, but you don’t even want to try. It’s back and forth with you all the time,...

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My heart shatters with every harsh word, saddened glance, and argument. I can feel it being ripped from my body and thrown into the depths of my stomach. The only thing that ever heals it, is your love and kindness. I am forever grateful to you for every breath I take, every sight I get...

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A place that is supposed to make you feel safe. A sanctuary, I guess you could call it, And for most people, it is. But not for me. No, for me, it is a place where, I feel trapped. Not trapped as in I can’t leave, Trapped, as in a place I can leave, But for some reason, I can’t. It is where all...

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Because I have felt sadness too, I know what it means to go through a day without a smile, without words, just remaining in silence, and sometimes that is enough, because I have known loneliness, I know how heavy silence can be, how you can feel invisible in a crowd, like a wandering cloud in a clear sky, because...

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I bring you to a place Where between us Is time and space So far away Though I wish it not And always ahead a day This place is loud It's thunder claps It's screams in a crowd It's violent and bold It's waves crashing It's fire taking hold It's quiet and shape It's a dagger and a blade It's haunting notes on a harp It's thoughts screaming It's silence deafening It's...

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In my few quiet moments, I always say grace, a mother first, trying to find my place, my eyes are tired, every single day, I’m praying for peace, to come some how, some way. A co-worker's friendship is definitely great, I work so hard, yet my bills are still late. Im trying to juggle the roles,...

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I tried the blade, but it was too cold to follow through. I considered water, but I wish to leave looking like me. Rope seemed too staged—too dramatic. Gravity breaks every waking bone. Pills just make you ache and vomit. In the end, it’s easier to endure than escape....

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These are English translations of Urdu poems by Jaun Elia with themes of solitude, loneliness, alienation, love, life, death and loss. When you come, you will find me lost, for in my solitude there are dreams, nothing else. You desire to decorate my room, but in my room there are books, nothing else. These tyrannical books have done me a...

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Do you now feel at ease? When it's all said and done When you've seen and loved Saw the darkest side of life And even questioned the sands of time When you looked up in the sky And acknowledged the beauty of the sun Seen storms imbibe people and trees How did you feel? When you sometimes had friends But sometimes thought you...

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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, semi-precious, the same- all the same, feel the same when you hold the cup to livid lips and send them on their merry way bumping into the ugly ridges of a throat lodged with stingy...

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