Poems About Sadness Published by Members Recently Online
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#depression
#despair
#grief
#heartbroken
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#suffering
Poems about sadness published by members recently online.
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
8th May 2022 4:53pm
8th May 2022 4:53pm
Miss you mom happy mother’s day
Miss you mom happy mother’s day
I miss the times when you were here,
Telling me to have no fear.
To hold my head up high and strong,
Add happy notes to a sad song.
I miss the way you look at me
As if I were too blind to see.
The path I'm on might hurt and scathe,
But all goes well if you just have faith.
I miss the sound of your voice,
Through bitter times a saving noise
That told me what was right and wrong
But rang in my ears for far too long.
A caring person, you were such
Who helped and love me,...
I miss the times when you were here,
Telling me to have no fear.
To hold my head up high and strong,
Add happy notes to a sad song.
I miss the way you look at me
As if I were too blind to see.
The path I'm on might hurt and scathe,
But all goes well if you just have faith.
I miss the sound of your voice,
Through bitter times a saving noise
That told me what was right and wrong
But rang in my ears for far too long.
A caring person, you were such
Who helped and love me,...
#sadness
#happiness
413 reads
5 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
8th May 2022 4:53pm
8th May 2022 4:53pm
Miss you mom happy mother’s day
Miss you mom happy mother’s day
I miss the times when you were here,
Telling me to have no fear.
To hold my head up high and strong,
Add happy notes to a sad song.
I miss the way you look at me
As if I were too blind to see.
The path I'm on might hurt and scathe,
But all goes well if you just have faith.
I miss the sound of your voice,
Through bitter times a saving noise
That told me what was right and wrong
But rang in my ears for far too long.
A caring person, you were such
Who helped and love me,...
I miss the times when you were here,
Telling me to have no fear.
To hold my head up high and strong,
Add happy notes to a sad song.
I miss the way you look at me
As if I were too blind to see.
The path I'm on might hurt and scathe,
But all goes well if you just have faith.
I miss the sound of your voice,
Through bitter times a saving noise
That told me what was right and wrong
But rang in my ears for far too long.
A caring person, you were such
Who helped and love me,...
#sadness
#happiness
413 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 2:07pm
3rd Jun 2024 2:07pm
Dead Blooms
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom
And tea leaves have all but been strained
The wafting of my predicament In shadows
My wasted old bones laying midnight winds
My musing crone gives me the blessing and kisses of dead blooms
The frozen pond is thin the chill has left my quill
Leading me to my forgotten prose on the other side window sill
Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry at unfinished words
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom
And tea leaves have all but been strained
The wafting of my predicament In shadows
My wasted old bones laying midnight winds
My musing crone gives me the blessing and kisses of dead blooms
The frozen pond is thin the chill has left my quill
Leading me to my forgotten prose on the other side window sill
Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry at unfinished words
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
#dark
#emptiness
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
180 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 2:07pm
3rd Jun 2024 2:07pm
Dead Blooms
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom
And tea leaves have all but been strained
The wafting of my predicament In shadows
My wasted old bones laying midnight winds
My musing crone gives me the blessing and kisses of dead blooms
The frozen pond is thin the chill has left my quill
Leading me to my forgotten prose on the other side window sill
Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry at unfinished words
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom
And tea leaves have all but been strained
The wafting of my predicament In shadows
My wasted old bones laying midnight winds
My musing crone gives me the blessing and kisses of dead blooms
The frozen pond is thin the chill has left my quill
Leading me to my forgotten prose on the other side window sill
Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry at unfinished words
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
#dark
#emptiness
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
180 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 2:07pm
3rd Jun 2024 2:07pm
Dead Blooms
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom
And tea leaves have all but been strained
The wafting of my predicament In shadows
My wasted old bones laying midnight winds
My musing crone gives me the blessing and kisses of dead blooms
The frozen pond is thin the chill has left my quill
Leading me to my forgotten prose on the other side window sill
Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry at unfinished words
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom
And tea leaves have all but been strained
The wafting of my predicament In shadows
My wasted old bones laying midnight winds
My musing crone gives me the blessing and kisses of dead blooms
The frozen pond is thin the chill has left my quill
Leading me to my forgotten prose on the other side window sill
Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry at unfinished words
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
#dark
#emptiness
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
180 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 2:07pm
3rd Jun 2024 2:07pm
Dead Blooms
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom
And tea leaves have all but been strained
The wafting of my predicament In shadows
My wasted old bones laying midnight winds
My musing crone gives me the blessing and kisses of dead blooms
The frozen pond is thin the chill has left my quill
Leading me to my forgotten prose on the other side window sill
Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry at unfinished words
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom
And tea leaves have all but been strained
The wafting of my predicament In shadows
My wasted old bones laying midnight winds
My musing crone gives me the blessing and kisses of dead blooms
The frozen pond is thin the chill has left my quill
Leading me to my forgotten prose on the other side window sill
Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry at unfinished words
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
#dark
#emptiness
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
180 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
Threnody
The first of May was always for play
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
271 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
Threnody
The first of May was always for play
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
271 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
Threnody
The first of May was always for play
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
271 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
Threnody
The first of May was always for play
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
271 reads
6 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 4:17pm
1st Sep 2024 4:17pm
Today
My pain needs you
what's that song by REM
"everybody hurts"
yea right...that's it
everybody hurts
you, me, them
but today
my pain needs you
I could really use your touch
your being, your smell
i hurt
what's that song by REM
"everybody hurts"
yea right...that's it
everybody hurts
you, me, them
but today
my pain needs you
I could really use your touch
your being, your smell
i hurt
#sadness
93 reads
10 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 1:31am
14th Apr 2023 1:31am
Death and Clean Laundry
I left your cup
next to the sink -
it’s empty, like me
it needs to be
cleansed,
given a fresh start
but I’m not sure
I believe
in new beginnings
anymore
I put your clothes away,
as if freshly starched
shirts and clean socks
will bring you back;
you left your laundry
in the dryer again,
wrinkling in stagnancy
and weight;
it took me months
to touch it
always in a hurry,
you never even bothered
to say goodbye,
instead you just vanished;
it’s...
next to the sink -
it’s empty, like me
it needs to be
cleansed,
given a fresh start
but I’m not sure
I believe
in new beginnings
anymore
I put your clothes away,
as if freshly starched
shirts and clean socks
will bring you back;
you left your laundry
in the dryer again,
wrinkling in stagnancy
and weight;
it took me months
to touch it
always in a hurry,
you never even bothered
to say goodbye,
instead you just vanished;
it’s...
#sadness
#regret
#grief #death
#grief #death
240 reads
18 Comments
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