Poems About Sadness Published by Members Recently Online
#sadness
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#dark
#depression
#despair
#grief
#heartbroken
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#suffering
Poems about sadness published by members recently online.
smackdownraven
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 8:42pm
12th Nov 2024 8:42pm
hurtful
hateful feeling you're doing it again
looking all too familiar with another woman
you ask me what's wrong but you know
intimate moments shared with another
the way you stand too close
the way you say her husband doesn't treat her right
I want to scream so what
it's not your business
you boycott dinner cause her husband was late
again not your business
I wonder why you're involving yourself
if I say anything I'm being irrational but I know you
you care too much about her feelings
and you're disregarding mine
...
looking all too familiar with another woman
you ask me what's wrong but you know
intimate moments shared with another
the way you stand too close
the way you say her husband doesn't treat her right
I want to scream so what
it's not your business
you boycott dinner cause her husband was late
again not your business
I wonder why you're involving yourself
if I say anything I'm being irrational but I know you
you care too much about her feelings
and you're disregarding mine
...
#love
#sadness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 1:13am
Today 1:13am
Ritual Memory
I wake in a place that does not know my name,
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
#FeelingLost
#grief
#sadness
#suffering
#suicide
21 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 1:13am
Today 1:13am
Ritual Memory
I wake in a place that does not know my name,
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
#FeelingLost
#grief
#sadness
#suffering
#suicide
21 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 1:13am
Today 1:13am
Ritual Memory
I wake in a place that does not know my name,
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
#FeelingLost
#grief
#sadness
#suffering
#suicide
21 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 1:13am
Today 1:13am
Ritual Memory
I wake in a place that does not know my name,
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
#FeelingLost
#grief
#sadness
#suffering
#suicide
21 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 1:13am
Today 1:13am
Ritual Memory
I wake in a place that does not know my name,
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
#FeelingLost
#grief
#sadness
#suffering
#suicide
21 reads
1 Comment
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
29th May 2023 7:46pm
29th May 2023 7:46pm
alaska
night show with light snow,
a capped mountain with lioness wars
waged between our legs.
i draw back covered in thorns,
they break the skin,
and freckle me with blood.
a singular bloody sword,
an unnecessary dirty word,
alaska
how i've dreamed, how i've remembered.
all that passion,
in books and tv, my childhood weeps
for all i've never seen.
it's not something that can be viewed. it must be felt.
it's cats, and snow. it's harbors, and fishes.
it's my innermost tingling wish,
my unknown lush...
a capped mountain with lioness wars
waged between our legs.
i draw back covered in thorns,
they break the skin,
and freckle me with blood.
a singular bloody sword,
an unnecessary dirty word,
alaska
how i've dreamed, how i've remembered.
all that passion,
in books and tv, my childhood weeps
for all i've never seen.
it's not something that can be viewed. it must be felt.
it's cats, and snow. it's harbors, and fishes.
it's my innermost tingling wish,
my unknown lush...
#sadness
#grief
#loneliness #disappointment
#loneliness #disappointment
360 reads
2 Comments
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
29th May 2023 7:46pm
29th May 2023 7:46pm
alaska
night show with light snow,
a capped mountain with lioness wars
waged between our legs.
i draw back covered in thorns,
they break the skin,
and freckle me with blood.
a singular bloody sword,
an unnecessary dirty word,
alaska
how i've dreamed, how i've remembered.
all that passion,
in books and tv, my childhood weeps
for all i've never seen.
it's not something that can be viewed. it must be felt.
it's cats, and snow. it's harbors, and fishes.
it's my innermost tingling wish,
my unknown lush...
a capped mountain with lioness wars
waged between our legs.
i draw back covered in thorns,
they break the skin,
and freckle me with blood.
a singular bloody sword,
an unnecessary dirty word,
alaska
how i've dreamed, how i've remembered.
all that passion,
in books and tv, my childhood weeps
for all i've never seen.
it's not something that can be viewed. it must be felt.
it's cats, and snow. it's harbors, and fishes.
it's my innermost tingling wish,
my unknown lush...
#sadness
#grief
#loneliness #disappointment
#loneliness #disappointment
360 reads
2 Comments
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
29th May 2023 7:46pm
29th May 2023 7:46pm
alaska
night show with light snow,
a capped mountain with lioness wars
waged between our legs.
i draw back covered in thorns,
they break the skin,
and freckle me with blood.
a singular bloody sword,
an unnecessary dirty word,
alaska
how i've dreamed, how i've remembered.
all that passion,
in books and tv, my childhood weeps
for all i've never seen.
it's not something that can be viewed. it must be felt.
it's cats, and snow. it's harbors, and fishes.
it's my innermost tingling wish,
my unknown lush...
a capped mountain with lioness wars
waged between our legs.
i draw back covered in thorns,
they break the skin,
and freckle me with blood.
a singular bloody sword,
an unnecessary dirty word,
alaska
how i've dreamed, how i've remembered.
all that passion,
in books and tv, my childhood weeps
for all i've never seen.
it's not something that can be viewed. it must be felt.
it's cats, and snow. it's harbors, and fishes.
it's my innermost tingling wish,
my unknown lush...
#sadness
#grief
#loneliness #disappointment
#loneliness #disappointment
360 reads
2 Comments
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
29th May 2023 7:46pm
29th May 2023 7:46pm
alaska
night show with light snow,
a capped mountain with lioness wars
waged between our legs.
i draw back covered in thorns,
they break the skin,
and freckle me with blood.
a singular bloody sword,
an unnecessary dirty word,
alaska
how i've dreamed, how i've remembered.
all that passion,
in books and tv, my childhood weeps
for all i've never seen.
it's not something that can be viewed. it must be felt.
it's cats, and snow. it's harbors, and fishes.
it's my innermost tingling wish,
my unknown lush...
a capped mountain with lioness wars
waged between our legs.
i draw back covered in thorns,
they break the skin,
and freckle me with blood.
a singular bloody sword,
an unnecessary dirty word,
alaska
how i've dreamed, how i've remembered.
all that passion,
in books and tv, my childhood weeps
for all i've never seen.
it's not something that can be viewed. it must be felt.
it's cats, and snow. it's harbors, and fishes.
it's my innermost tingling wish,
my unknown lush...
#sadness
#grief
#loneliness #disappointment
#loneliness #disappointment
360 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 5:25am
27th Jan 2025 5:25am
She's gone
It was cold, very very cold.
I went for a walk with misery in one pocket.
In the other, my dead wife's golden locket.
How confused I felt
holding sunlight in one hand
and darkness in the other.
Onwards I walked.
Fists clenched against the truth or the cold or both.
" It will do you good " they said.
But it didn't
for I wished that I was dead.
But I wasn't
I had a life to live instead.
I went for a walk with misery in one pocket.
In the other, my dead wife's golden locket.
How confused I felt
holding sunlight in one hand
and darkness in the other.
Onwards I walked.
Fists clenched against the truth or the cold or both.
" It will do you good " they said.
But it didn't
for I wished that I was dead.
But I wasn't
I had a life to live instead.
#death
#love
#sadness #uplifting
#sadness #uplifting
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2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 5:25am
27th Jan 2025 5:25am
She's gone
It was cold, very very cold.
I went for a walk with misery in one pocket.
In the other, my dead wife's golden locket.
How confused I felt
holding sunlight in one hand
and darkness in the other.
Onwards I walked.
Fists clenched against the truth or the cold or both.
" It will do you good " they said.
But it didn't
for I wished that I was dead.
But I wasn't
I had a life to live instead.
I went for a walk with misery in one pocket.
In the other, my dead wife's golden locket.
How confused I felt
holding sunlight in one hand
and darkness in the other.
Onwards I walked.
Fists clenched against the truth or the cold or both.
" It will do you good " they said.
But it didn't
for I wished that I was dead.
But I wasn't
I had a life to live instead.
#death
#love
#sadness #uplifting
#sadness #uplifting
66 reads
2 Comments
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