Poems About Sadness Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about sadness published by members recently online.
TheOralizer
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
ALIVE BUT EMPTY
REALITY
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
#sadness
#loneliness
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
584 reads
6 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
ALIVE BUT EMPTY
REALITY
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
#sadness
#loneliness
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
584 reads
6 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
ALIVE BUT EMPTY
REALITY
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
#sadness
#loneliness
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
584 reads
6 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
ALIVE BUT EMPTY
REALITY
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
#sadness
#loneliness
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
584 reads
6 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
21st Oct 2021 2:38pm
ALIVE BUT EMPTY
REALITY
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
#sadness
#loneliness
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
584 reads
6 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 10:16am
24th Aug 2024 10:16am
Not a Good Time to Ask
Hi, want to hear all my problems? Pull up a chair.
I'll be nice and make it quick: My teaching job is ridiculous- monolinguals, 5th graders who read on a kindergarten level, behaviorally disturbed kids- and I'm supposed to customize lessons for all 57 of them when I don't even have my prep time most days. And yesterday was our first lockdown (not a drill). Whee! I went from 7 AM to 3:15 without peeing. Isn't that cool? And my mom is dying. But I'm still funny. Ha ha!
How are you?
I'll be nice and make it quick: My teaching job is ridiculous- monolinguals, 5th graders who read on a kindergarten level, behaviorally disturbed kids- and I'm supposed to customize lessons for all 57 of them when I don't even have my prep time most days. And yesterday was our first lockdown (not a drill). Whee! I went from 7 AM to 3:15 without peeing. Isn't that cool? And my mom is dying. But I'm still funny. Ha ha!
How are you?
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
123 reads
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 10:16am
24th Aug 2024 10:16am
Not a Good Time to Ask
Hi, want to hear all my problems? Pull up a chair.
I'll be nice and make it quick: My teaching job is ridiculous- monolinguals, 5th graders who read on a kindergarten level, behaviorally disturbed kids- and I'm supposed to customize lessons for all 57 of them when I don't even have my prep time most days. And yesterday was our first lockdown (not a drill). Whee! I went from 7 AM to 3:15 without peeing. Isn't that cool? And my mom is dying. But I'm still funny. Ha ha!
How are you?
I'll be nice and make it quick: My teaching job is ridiculous- monolinguals, 5th graders who read on a kindergarten level, behaviorally disturbed kids- and I'm supposed to customize lessons for all 57 of them when I don't even have my prep time most days. And yesterday was our first lockdown (not a drill). Whee! I went from 7 AM to 3:15 without peeing. Isn't that cool? And my mom is dying. But I'm still funny. Ha ha!
How are you?
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
123 reads
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 6:33pm
11th Jan 2025 6:33pm
Keyhole To My Heart
There is a keyhole to my heart
though there is no key holder.
A keyhole to the wonders I dream of us,
wonders that only exist within my mind.
This door to my soul locked and windowless,
you beg to enter even if only for a glimpse.
though there is no key holder.
A keyhole to the wonders I dream of us,
wonders that only exist within my mind.
This door to my soul locked and windowless,
you beg to enter even if only for a glimpse.
#love
#relationships
#sadness
93 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 6:33pm
11th Jan 2025 6:33pm
Keyhole To My Heart
There is a keyhole to my heart
though there is no key holder.
A keyhole to the wonders I dream of us,
wonders that only exist within my mind.
This door to my soul locked and windowless,
you beg to enter even if only for a glimpse.
though there is no key holder.
A keyhole to the wonders I dream of us,
wonders that only exist within my mind.
This door to my soul locked and windowless,
you beg to enter even if only for a glimpse.
#love
#relationships
#sadness
93 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 6:33pm
11th Jan 2025 6:33pm
Keyhole To My Heart
There is a keyhole to my heart
though there is no key holder.
A keyhole to the wonders I dream of us,
wonders that only exist within my mind.
This door to my soul locked and windowless,
you beg to enter even if only for a glimpse.
though there is no key holder.
A keyhole to the wonders I dream of us,
wonders that only exist within my mind.
This door to my soul locked and windowless,
you beg to enter even if only for a glimpse.
#love
#relationships
#sadness
93 reads
3 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 1:07pm
9th Oct 2024 1:07pm
Memory of death
Once sanctuary.
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping...
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping...
#death
#memories
#sadness
136 reads
8 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 1:07pm
9th Oct 2024 1:07pm
Memory of death
Once sanctuary.
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping...
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping...
#death
#memories
#sadness
136 reads
8 Comments
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