Short Saddening Poems
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Light
Cheerful, joyful
Blinding, reviving, loving
Mother, peace, fear, null
Gnawing, killing, saddening
Empty, scary
Dark
Saddening dark trunks
Now naked skeletal lone
Whilst Autumns golds drift
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Cafeteria
Loud, boisterous
Sweet-smelling, bread-making, cake-baking,
Happy, well-fed, starving, hopeless
Maddening, Saddening, Un-gladdening
Quiet, Angry
Homeless
Smoking all while it is heavily but gently snowing.
Smiling through thoughts that are so saddening and so unraveling.
Staying strong as usual through all of what is separating.
Trump Truly A Ding A Ling
Something about Trump seems so saddening;
World he has created that will be maddening;
Had to ask it,
Case in basket,
While being a ding a ling we were imagining.
Jim Horn
Nodding smiles in Jester's torture
Nothing escapes the fallen tree
Close my eyes in hollows hiding
Desperation saddening...
Contest-- Arbitrium Divisa 2-- by Gregory Richard Barden 7/17/2019
2nd Place
In saddening silence,
Falls heaven's cold tears.
I stand alone,
Surrounded by fears.
My only love,
Has come and gone.
He's all I think of,
From dusk until dawn.
White as snow,
Is the sky above.
I'm so cold,
Without your love.
Form:
Hope
assurance optimism
expecting believing anticipating
encouragement confidence sorrow distress
saddening burdening lamenting
bleak gloomy
despair
8-12-2022
Dazzling Dizzy Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Cold winds blow through.
Empty rooms feel still.
Dust hides the floor.
Shadows haunt the sill.
Gone is the light.
Quiet fills the hall.
Hearts turned to stone.
Echoes hit the wall.
Lonely hearts can tell
Love doesn't live here
Eden turned hell
A saddening loneliness
Entrancing song,
A feeling arises from deep
Within it was for long.
Melodious song,
A mood revels from inside
Of where it was all along.
Expressive song,
A memory flows from afar,
In which I once belonged.
Saddening song,
A thought reminds from ago
About times I once known.
The black bird
in the dead of night
dark wings flying over
the desolate landscape
Haunting song echoing
over the empty valley
a chilling caw
the saddening cry
The bird and shadow together
soaring over the cold, bleak land
ebony cloak of night
covering both them and the world.
Much Sickness, I have seen
Sleeping tight, I have thin
Hope sometimes a whim
There are storms
Saddening and forlorn
There are earthquakes
Shattering and breaks
All these falters humans?
What do we have as a man?
To counteract such imbalance
With God, we can take a chance
By:
olive_eloi
6:18 pm
02/04/2014
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Blue never really was my color
Beyond that door lay thoughts of hate
And no one knew her saddening fate.
To turn the key and force it open. Spilled out deep secrets of the past.
And now she wonders, why so fast?
They pour upon her willing and true
And as she suffocates her face turns blue
A shade that compliments her eyes that roll back madly to the night
Form:
Bake sale for equality
Power to the people
But its true nullity
Its not for all people
"You've heard the complaints...
Now its really happening"
Equality with which you must reacquaint
The irony is saddening
One dollar for man
75¢ for a lady
Aren't we all human
We seem divided lately
Im not a feminist
But i hope you don't mind
Im a humanist
I believe in all of man kind
death is the closing door of thought,
threshold of serenity
the soulful paths of cordiality
it is perfected for unerred sorrows
the conclusion of life
at uninviting time
the flickering hopes of cause
the cause of fingers rising eventyally from ****
the cause of having hands shoved back in deep muck
the dimming flame of candles the blown out storm
the saddening peace of perishing dreams.
A saddening song swishes subtly in the bitter breeze,
Mad mournful music meets me everywhere I move,
Like a dolorous dirge drumming through the dark;
Wistful winds wearily bring to mind stinging salt drops,
All energy expended in trying to make sense of this forlorn fusion
As a painfully pensive psalm is penned down
in the ragged remnants of war...
10/25/17
All stars share the same sky,
but that doesn't mean they shine the same.
Some are held close, like a rose.
Some fade unseen, forgotten like a rose's thorns.
That's saddening — but true.
Still, it was never about roses, or stars.
I hope no one ever makes you feel like a thorn,
'cause you are the prettiest rose the world will ever see —
and even on the nights you doubt it,
I'll keep choosing to see you.
I
Want to
Be engulfed
By the ending
Of this unknown tale;
To never know how it
Will play out, I'll live in bliss.
Trembling, I still patiently crave
What is neither saddening nor pleasing;
It is cathartic, and overwhelming.
Take the strands given to you; tightly,
Weave and tie that heart together.
Don't tell a lie until I
Can understand the truth,
And embrace the tale
Who's ending will
Never be
Told to
Me.
I can see
That you have hid them with guile
Placed them behind
A pasted on smile
Somewhere down deep inside all the while
You’ve locked them away with a key
Hoping some day
They will set themselves free
I can see
Locked far deep inside
Within the far corners
Of both of your eyes
Between the bravados
And soft saddening sighs
In a place where you’ve driven your fears
Are lakes, and oceans and rivers
Of unopened tears
By Fatmir Terziu
Read the lightning cloud!
In the sky stabbing exchanges
Where amid the still smoky sadness
The sluggish revealing of letters begins
In the rampant turning of the tearful eye.
Somewhere amid these feelings
Icy particles begin to grunt
Starting for the funeral parlour
And making the shovels ready.
So flaming and smouldering
It burns the headlights and the Ferod in the wheels
The kiss that remained saddening
In the stuck aorta valves.
Heather wore a saddening frown.
Her head drooped down.
Her eyes were red and puffy.
Her nose was stuffy.
She wept with a pout.
She would yell and shout.
Heather gave a groan
And was to sit alone.
Everyone was glad,
But Heather was sad.
No one knows why,
She’d wail and cry.
She whimpered until,
She had no will
To cry anymore.
She went in the door.
Heather’s heart was like
A broken glass.
With a great mass,
To push off her shoulders.
I believed you would come today
I filled the pen full with blue ink
gold was coming into the grey
preparing the ground for the pink
you love, I knew, the iambic
with the rhythmic sounds of tabla
in the green field two spotted chicks
In the blue lake, a gondola
somehow the clouds wished otherwise
shortly it filled the blue again
saddening was collapsing highs
the pen sick in a severe pain
hopes often must sit on a dew
unaware of the red hot hues
By Fatmir Terziu
Suddenly I was lost in the detail of the map of poetry
I painted with my eyes the glassy veins of a glass
The spontaneous phoney movement got me stuck in a table
As I exploded my orphan force.
On the dispersing bubbles of the beer
A mountain with a saddening whiteness
Settled on capricious lips
I promise that You
Where there
Dancing the beautiful ancient dance
I reveal that you made me travel
With the herdsman’s flute from far away to near You.
The prancing Animal
Through the Woods it Went,
That house Full of Wool,
That was Truly — a Tent.
“Has the Hole been Dug?”
How had It Gone?
Hunting the animalistic Bug,
How saddening, Ron.
Antelope, insect,
Appealing or Not,
A many will not be too checked —
As they weren't Noticed -- Through the Knots.
Never, or Ever -- will The Big bug Bite,
Not again For the Bug of greatest Of Sizes.
“No, not bug, But some Blight” --
Ness, You will Not win those Prizes.
A thing to necessarily pay
Or have even powerless things block your way;
An unpleasant story
Making the more gory!
A thing to service
And you’re to serve some notice,
Disclosing your saddening lacks
And in your pockets the crippling cracks.
…Also, a thing to forgive,
When you can’t the money retrieve
Or it’s smell soon perceive
But over it won’t grieve…
The hugest debt
Is for the doubly set
Or one shall be jogging in an avenger’s net
With cheeks forever wet.