Poems About Sadness Seeking Friendly Advice
#sadness
Related Themes
#dark
#depression
#despair
#grief
#heartbroken
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#suffering
Poems about sadness seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
at the last stop
my past used to be scattered
on the green grass
my past used to shine
with pearl-studded fireflies
he used to paint my waist
with a golden-red brush
he used to secretly fill my ears
with cool perfumed breeze
he used to decorate my hair
with newly bloomed roses wrapped in green
like the earth welcomes the drops
he used to respect the affection falling from my lips
when my eyes used to shrink
from the brightness of the late afternoon
he used to stand in front of me ...
on the green grass
my past used to shine
with pearl-studded fireflies
he used to paint my waist
with a golden-red brush
he used to secretly fill my ears
with cool perfumed breeze
he used to decorate my hair
with newly bloomed roses wrapped in green
like the earth welcomes the drops
he used to respect the affection falling from my lips
when my eyes used to shrink
from the brightness of the late afternoon
he used to stand in front of me ...
#heartbroken
#sadness
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The Day We Said Goodbye
It was a very cold winter day
Still I couldn’t tell you if it was sunny or gray
Such irrelevance was far in the back of my mind
It would’ve been dark even if the sun did shine
So often we're in the place we least want to see
But there’s nowhere else that we’d rather be
They said you were dying, a sin to keep you alive
Our hearts ripped to pieces deciding what was right
It turned out to be the day we said goodbye ...
Still I couldn’t tell you if it was sunny or gray
Such irrelevance was far in the back of my mind
It would’ve been dark even if the sun did shine
So often we're in the place we least want to see
But there’s nowhere else that we’d rather be
They said you were dying, a sin to keep you alive
Our hearts ripped to pieces deciding what was right
It turned out to be the day we said goodbye ...
#death
#grief
#love
#sadness
#TimeHeals
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Shadows
Shadows Speak
In the hollow of night,
where whispers coil,
Darkness blankets like a shroud of soil,
Echoes of screams that rattle the bone,
A cadence of sorrow, a heart turned to stone. Beneath the suffocating weight of despair, Dreams lie shattered—fragments in air.
With bruised emotions and eyes void of light,
I stumble through shadows
that consume me whole, each fright.
Abuse clings tighter than chains forged in pain, And silence is heavy, a storm without rain.
Yet deep in this darkness, a flame flickers dim
The will to fight...
In the hollow of night,
where whispers coil,
Darkness blankets like a shroud of soil,
Echoes of screams that rattle the bone,
A cadence of sorrow, a heart turned to stone. Beneath the suffocating weight of despair, Dreams lie shattered—fragments in air.
With bruised emotions and eyes void of light,
I stumble through shadows
that consume me whole, each fright.
Abuse clings tighter than chains forged in pain, And silence is heavy, a storm without rain.
Yet deep in this darkness, a flame flickers dim
The will to fight...
#fear
#grief
#heartbroken
#rejection
#sadness
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The Bards' Big Bang
"But soft
what light
through yonder
window breaks?"
Twas
nuclear warheads
exploding
for goodness sakes!
FIN
by Jemia
what light
through yonder
window breaks?"
Twas
nuclear warheads
exploding
for goodness sakes!
FIN
by Jemia
#apocalypse
#sadness
#war #WilliamShakespeare
#war #WilliamShakespeare
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to whomsoever it may concern
the
one
who
has
forgotten me...
i
m
i
s
s
him
a
loooooooooooot...
one
who
has
forgotten me...
i
m
i
s
s
him
a
loooooooooooot...
#sadness
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Forsworn
I find everything here so boring
lost the emotional catapults
that make me want to surrender
my "hope so's"
I find patience all so hollow
when fighting is easier to follow
blood on the pages
worn fingers on the pulse of
a God amongst the flesh mites
I see clay figures playing pretend
harboring the night
with their silhouettes behind
a swaying candlelight
everyone just wants to be bigger
of course, in hindsight
up until you're faced with
challenges to match right?
I find happiness in...
lost the emotional catapults
that make me want to surrender
my "hope so's"
I find patience all so hollow
when fighting is easier to follow
blood on the pages
worn fingers on the pulse of
a God amongst the flesh mites
I see clay figures playing pretend
harboring the night
with their silhouettes behind
a swaying candlelight
everyone just wants to be bigger
of course, in hindsight
up until you're faced with
challenges to match right?
I find happiness in...
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#love
#sadness
#SelfReflection
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Wide Awake
It's 4 in the morning and
I'm wide awake again
The whirring of the fan above
It's Blades an infinite circuit
On the edge of the bed,
Cutting just as deep...
Like that of a knife,
Slumber so far from reach.
Mind like wild horses
A roar like thunder, yet
No where near as free
He lies on the other side
Safe and sound asleep
I envy the night
Because in its own darkness,
Still there is a sense of peace
Yet nothing left of it for me.
The bells will toll
Thru an alarm on my phone ...
I'm wide awake again
The whirring of the fan above
It's Blades an infinite circuit
On the edge of the bed,
Cutting just as deep...
Like that of a knife,
Slumber so far from reach.
Mind like wild horses
A roar like thunder, yet
No where near as free
He lies on the other side
Safe and sound asleep
I envy the night
Because in its own darkness,
Still there is a sense of peace
Yet nothing left of it for me.
The bells will toll
Thru an alarm on my phone ...
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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Lotus
In the humidity of the sky
and the heat of the sun,
with the warmth of the water
and the touch of the fish,
Bunches of PINK LotuS had bloomed
Pearls used to fall
from every petal of the soft lotus
The pond complained
that the winds blow very fast
in every sunset the flowers embraced the sky
they used to be very proud
under the refuge of the earth
The flow of the pond changed
In a killer cold foggy evening
The mud froze like ice
In a moment,
the lotus clusters
became strangers for...
and the heat of the sun,
with the warmth of the water
and the touch of the fish,
Bunches of PINK LotuS had bloomed
Pearls used to fall
from every petal of the soft lotus
The pond complained
that the winds blow very fast
in every sunset the flowers embraced the sky
they used to be very proud
under the refuge of the earth
The flow of the pond changed
In a killer cold foggy evening
The mud froze like ice
In a moment,
the lotus clusters
became strangers for...
#sadness
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What You Leave the Porch Light For
You long to return to a love you’ve never had.
A love that sits and wraps its arms around you—
Like a weighted blanket in the middle of the night.
The kind that seeps into a Sunday,
When the sun hits your shared coffee mugs just right.
The grocery run where his hand grazes yours,
And your heart skips like it’s never been touched that gently before.
The kind that leaves echoes.
So here you are, chasing echoes—
Echoes that your soul remembers but you do not.
You can only imagine.
...
A love that sits and wraps its arms around you—
Like a weighted blanket in the middle of the night.
The kind that seeps into a Sunday,
When the sun hits your shared coffee mugs just right.
The grocery run where his hand grazes yours,
And your heart skips like it’s never been touched that gently before.
The kind that leaves echoes.
So here you are, chasing echoes—
Echoes that your soul remembers but you do not.
You can only imagine.
...
#love
#relationships
#sadness #UnrequitedLove
#sadness #UnrequitedLove
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2 Birds, 1 stone - F*ck You, universe
Those who know me as full of shshshshshimmering
glistening pile of salty eye excretions,
KNOW I AM TORTURING MYSELF
doing NaPo during the year that my "rock"
My Mom died.
each spill
each proofread
each reply
each re (effin) read
each new read
sends me reeling
to my abysmal well of dark deep ............b
glistening pile of salty eye excretions,
KNOW I AM TORTURING MYSELF
doing NaPo during the year that my "rock"
My Mom died.
each spill
each proofread
each reply
each re (effin) read
each new read
sends me reeling
to my abysmal well of dark deep ............b
#confessional
#grief
#sadness
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My Archaic Dole
01/30
My Archaic Dole
Pensively, faultless
contrary to popular beliefs -
marveling @ how I became -
painfully suffering torrents of
dry searing tears.
Some gushing, other times
a slight trick, trickling.
Liberating personal
Mollifications though, still,
within motionless ache
trying to solicit peace in
heartfelt presence.
Hopefully leading down
(not spiraling)
floating, floating,
softly landing
to a placid balance.
* * * * * * * * *
Probably when I begin
to...
My Archaic Dole
Pensively, faultless
contrary to popular beliefs -
marveling @ how I became -
painfully suffering torrents of
dry searing tears.
Some gushing, other times
a slight trick, trickling.
Liberating personal
Mollifications though, still,
within motionless ache
trying to solicit peace in
heartfelt presence.
Hopefully leading down
(not spiraling)
floating, floating,
softly landing
to a placid balance.
* * * * * * * * *
Probably when I begin
to...
#grief
#sadness
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IF YOU CANT SEE ME
I you can't see my silence as pain and hurt
If your can't see me on the bottom in the dirt.
If you can't see me grubby with stains of fear and stinking with streaks of self doubt that shout rinse me out.
if you can't see me at my base camp with nothing how on earth will you be able to truly hear me above the silence of sound.
All I am trying to do is breathe inhale exhale until I know my mind is a rest amongst life's tapestry.
Where my thread is durable and bright enough to be seen when I know my worth.
When I can befriend fear and the...
If your can't see me on the bottom in the dirt.
If you can't see me grubby with stains of fear and stinking with streaks of self doubt that shout rinse me out.
if you can't see me at my base camp with nothing how on earth will you be able to truly hear me above the silence of sound.
All I am trying to do is breathe inhale exhale until I know my mind is a rest amongst life's tapestry.
Where my thread is durable and bright enough to be seen when I know my worth.
When I can befriend fear and the...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#sadness
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DU Poetry : Poems About Sadness Seeking Friendly Advice