Sorrow. Poems - Poems about Sorrow.

When the vow breaks

There's a quiet kind of ache,
deeper than any silence I've known.
It sits inside, a heavy stone,
a loneliness that lives and makes
its home where two souls are meant to be one.
This is the loneliness of being married.

Of sharing walls, a daily spread,
a bed where two bodies are laid.
But still feeling unseen, a hidden shade.
Untouched, though hands

So, You Study?

Tired, nervous—went for viva,
He thought I was calm and wiser.
The observer smirked, then eyed,
"So, You Study?"—I just sighed.

Today, my head doesn’t hurt -- Thank you, Lord

Today, my head doesn’t hurt.
Thank you, Lord.
Today, my shoulder doesn’t hurt.
Thank you, Lord.
Today, my back doesn’t hurt.
Thank you, Lord.
Today, my knee doesn’t hurt
Thank you, Lord.
Today, my toe doesn’t hurt.
Thank you, Lord.
But oh, the pain in my soul, my Lord!
The pain in my soul!

Raindrops On Roses

I no longer count raindrops
on roses you gave,
those drops remind me of life
moved on, with cold wave
sorrow at the end~
no rewind for these regrets,
no chance to amend.

The moon's quiet sorrw

They, without a trace of shame,
painted their hearts with the crimson blood of their lovers’ lips.
And I… my only share was the cold blue of the moon,
spilled carelessly,
like a tear severed from the sky,
upon my cheeks.

Those drops sank into the ridges of my heart,
painting my eyes with a lifeless gleam,
and the moon’s quiet sorrow wound

The B Side Man

I was cut in the studio after the hit had dried its sleeve—
a shadow-track pressed in wax
buried under the melody that crowned them kings
I came with the needle's sigh,
not for applause,
but for the noise you never chose.

The A-side spun through summer air—
windows down, girls laughing loud
boys riding every chorus like a dare.
Me?
I cracked my voice

What was his problem??

What was his problem?
He never did anything below the belt in this world.

What was his problem?
He never looked at a girl with the wrong sense of commitment.

What was his problem?
Looking at every possible thing in life
and trying to enjoy it,
even when he was suffering deep inside.

What was his problem?
When he was told he should be

SOUTHERN CROSSES I

Electric Line's sway, 
spider webs of industry 
along a rocky lane under 
a hot southern sun, cicada…
cry high, into the crystal blue sky 
We are a ghost nation 
of Man’s hypocrisy
crossing shadows under a hard
noonday sky.

The empty road under the leaning 
Electric crosses of civilization 
Shadows fall, carving silhouettes into
Upon hitting noonday ground 
Humanity lost

WHITE CARS

White Cars Haunt 
My dreams awake in wasteful
Flights fantastic blight
Each headlight flares 
Restless into the outer fields of memory 
The oppressive, hot, humid twilight
Passing out of my sight
They haunt my wakening eyes
Along the way, hollow roads of soul
Down endless maps of history 
The endless engines thumm
An echo old still lasts, sitting 
White cars are empty

Half-and-Half Between

half light on the page
words spill yet swallow their truth
a moon veiled in clouds —
I read between the shadows
for the part you did not write

half a tear is mine
half I give to other hands
to carry its weight
shared grief breaks into pieces
small enough for hearts to hold

half my breath holds on
half my breath has wandered free
seeking

Everday

Tomorrow will be today
And today will be yesterday
After all today was once tomorrow
So here’s a little cheer to borrow

Today is today
Yesterday was yesterday
Let tomorrow be on the morrow
Then you’ll have a little less sorrow

Those nights had in the sun

The city held its hand out to you and you felt like you’d become.
The flashing lights, drinking and dancing nights is where your adulthood had begun.

The wayward walk and drunken fights where no logic had ever won.
Pride or is it sorrow now fills your mind, to see what you’ve become.

The years fly by and your

A heart without tomorrow

My love garden remains unweeded,
Each planted flower slowly wilting.
A shadow spreads across my sunlight,
And a storm lingers without rainfall.

Sad teardrops fall from my broken heart,
No blood shed, yet my worlds fall apart.
Agony, sorrow, deep dejection—
Reflections in my shattered mirror.

My tear burns hot enough to bake bread,
Depression drapes a cloak on my head.
Love tortures like a

String of Sorrows

To Die

I numb my brain to ease the pain
The world is mad...a new insane
Compassion's seen with such disdain
The truth now seems so very plain
To die would be considered gain

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Alone 

Alone, alone...always alone
The pain I feel cannot be known
This heart of flesh has turned to stone
Alone, alone...I am alone

Alone, alone...always alone
My dreams on wistful wings have

Starless Nights

Abandonment is
Vietnam veterans 
greeting card.

A door stepped baby.

Windowless 
city structures 
after resident's 
suburbanized.

And me 
a Christmas tree
after you undecorate.

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