Short Sad Dark Poems
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Baby
Precious, cute.
Crying, laughing, smiling.
Crawl, tumble, walk, trip.
Growing, exploring, leaving.
Sad, dark
gone.
I never grew in poverty, or without a stroke of love.
Still I hold my tears at night, but what am I afraid of?
The dark of night can welcome dreams, but dark thoughts come with time.
Maybe fear comes with knowing that these thoughts are only mine.
Form:
I heard my Saviiour,
At the dark gate of Gethsemane,
A wondrous song He sang,
And sweet to remember.
He said, I am in this,
Nearer to the Cup of Calvary,
Through which salvation,
Must come to all mankind,
All alone having been deserted,
I heard my Saviour sing,
In the greatest hour of His need,
In the dark Gethsemane.
Wet lines drawn on her cheeks
Trapped in the loneliness of sorrow
Eluding the mocking faces
She walked in the alley alone
A woman so much misspelled
her beauty was the villain-
of yesteryears , now just a scar
of perversion and abuse.
The unruly hair , the stony face
She could not be more pathetic
But who got to care these,
In this vast globe shrinking fast.
the dark is were i belong
i feel i guess wanted
i love the dark it relaxes me
im so use to the cold darkness
its soo dark i can barly see
its so cold n depressing
i cry in the dark
the dark is just were i want be
i stay in the dark to be hiden
i stay in the dark so no 1 can know my emotions
my feelings are lost hiden deep inside and thats how it shall stay....
loving with my heart only to be told i am not the one
loving with my soul
loving with my all
why even love at all
seeing you do not love me
the good times you remember no more
thrown away into the dark blue sea
the times we shared and you said you treasured
through thick and thin and bad weather
we weathered the storm together
now it is as you do not know me
also throw me into the dark blue sea
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Called a voice filled with fear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Everything was dark, and nothing was clear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Flowers cried immortal tears,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Frightened whispers, that's all you can hear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Torment is all you see,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
You can still find some mercy....
As the pain rolls over my heart
Like a dark cloud of despair
Pouring drops of hate unto my soul
As the hate rises to drown me in
This ocean of desperation
I look for salvation and see nothing
But the cold blackness that surround me.
With not a flicker of hope to illuminate this dark and retched cloud
That hangs over my heart which consumes it with loneliness
For that is all that can be felt in the vast void of
This Dark Cloud of Despair
Jm12/29/2006
Form:
Sad.... Dark....Cold....
Everyone moving slow at a snails pace-
As if all movement is leaving their feet.
Gloomy...dark faces...all around me...
Faces..known and unknown alike..
Reminicing over what used to be.
Choir dressed in white and Gold robes...
Leading a sad..dark..slow procesional.
"Going up Yonder"... sung in the distance.
A familiar face buckles at the weight of sorrrow...
Finally, the sound of quiet, as everyone retreats.
With their memories of what once was.
im siting in this dark corner on my bed just crying
i feel so sad and alone
i rather stay in my dark room instead of places full of light
im scarried of the future and the past
i dont know why i cry so much
i just like the darkness
siting in this darkness thinking is there some 1 out there that cares that is thinking of me who wants or am i just alone with no one
im scaried today if i die would any 1 care i would hope so im just so sad and rather sit here in the dark.........
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