Poems About Sadness by Top Critiquers
#sadness
Related Themes
#dark
#depression
#despair
#grief
#heartbroken
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#suffering
Poems about sadness by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Disappearing memories
They're the enemies of the mind
Trapped in the memory spectrum
No escape can I find
I'm always returning from the same old journeys
Every time they manage to break me
They steal my every heartbeat
Pain, anger, fear, a medley
Memory of them so bitter, so sweet
Every night the pictures I see
A painful tear never meant to be
Is only a memory of loss to me
I feel no remorse for leaving them behind
This downfall was their own fault
Bygone and existent, and imminent are now entwined
Forgetting them became my...
Trapped in the memory spectrum
No escape can I find
I'm always returning from the same old journeys
Every time they manage to break me
They steal my every heartbeat
Pain, anger, fear, a medley
Memory of them so bitter, so sweet
Every night the pictures I see
A painful tear never meant to be
Is only a memory of loss to me
I feel no remorse for leaving them behind
This downfall was their own fault
Bygone and existent, and imminent are now entwined
Forgetting them became my...
#memories
#MentalHealth
#sadness
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10 Comments
I’ll meet you there
my tears burn
your mangled
thumb as you
gently cup
my cheeck this
last time
last
time
our foreheads pressed,
eyes closed
whispering
I’m sorry
like a mantra from
both mouths
my hands are fists
in your shirt
deformed to the
taste of holding on
to something
we let die
a few times back
and I’m sorry
this time
because I want to
fold in your arms
like a...
your mangled
thumb as you
gently cup
my cheeck this
last time
last
time
our foreheads pressed,
eyes closed
whispering
I’m sorry
like a mantra from
both mouths
my hands are fists
in your shirt
deformed to the
taste of holding on
to something
we let die
a few times back
and I’m sorry
this time
because I want to
fold in your arms
like a...
#breakup
#love
#obsession
#passion
#sadness
391 reads
15 Comments
winding
Walking down that long road
I'm going nowhere
In such a hurry to end up empty
The unfulfilled path
lonely and winding
always winds up where you are
In my solemn seek
for things I can't have
interpreting silence for meaning
headed out on the next dark train
Riding is the best
until the destination fails to amuse
cry tears of grief for the voided journey
You could have taken
Relax at the rest stops
and talk to whom you're supposed to meet
On the road of discovery
I'm going nowhere
In such a hurry to end up empty
The unfulfilled path
lonely and winding
always winds up where you are
In my solemn seek
for things I can't have
interpreting silence for meaning
headed out on the next dark train
Riding is the best
until the destination fails to amuse
cry tears of grief for the voided journey
You could have taken
Relax at the rest stops
and talk to whom you're supposed to meet
On the road of discovery
#sadness
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2 Comments
Closing Down Shutting Off
Through this message I speak with truth, about the deepness of the damages, that has been inflicted on so many broken hearts 💔 Filled with love and happiness once before, yet it was suppose to be honest and truth and trust. For sure we can sit alone and cry silent whispers of tears that still doesn't change how we feel behind the mask as a disguise, for sometimes we have to learn to understand, most things aren't meant to be. FOR sure some people's, are just creatures of habits. 🤨 For sure it's necessary to understand, that what we thought we had was never ours in the...
#hurt
#sadness
#StreamOfConsciousness
#suffering
#uplifting
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0 Comments
ECHOES OF US (INSPIRED BY MOROCCAN POET)

#bittersweet
#erotic
#love
#relationships
#sadness
224 reads
4 Comments
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Coming soon to a computer screen near you
You’ll be grieving for that old familiar interface
But in a virtual world some things don’t last forever
Remembering fondly that this used to be the place
You’ll walk away with friendships and memories
For all the hours and days you invested in your art
The work that you put in creating a magical realm
Shared with others who were also such a big part
In the nostalgia of things you’ll feel the passage of time
We were able to dream a dream and schemed fantasies
This was a place where we all...
You’ll be grieving for that old familiar interface
But in a virtual world some things don’t last forever
Remembering fondly that this used to be the place
You’ll walk away with friendships and memories
For all the hours and days you invested in your art
The work that you put in creating a magical realm
Shared with others who were also such a big part
In the nostalgia of things you’ll feel the passage of time
We were able to dream a dream and schemed fantasies
This was a place where we all...
#courage
#gratitude
#LifeAsAWriter #sadness
#LifeAsAWriter #sadness
129 reads
7 Comments
Eerie was a Friend of Mine -- R.I.P.
I don't know how to process her passing
We met years ago on DUP
It is a friendship to remember
If you knew Eerie you knew who she was
Tough, Vulnerable, Funny, Sarcastic come to mind
Kind, loving, intense, pretty and sexy are in there too
Make no mistake with Eerie
If she had a beef, she let you know without fanfare
No stranger to physical and medical problems
She did not complain
I had and still have the utmost respect for Eerie
I'd like to be more eloquent but...
We met years ago on DUP
It is a friendship to remember
If you knew Eerie you knew who she was
Tough, Vulnerable, Funny, Sarcastic come to mind
Kind, loving, intense, pretty and sexy are in there too
Make no mistake with Eerie
If she had a beef, she let you know without fanfare
No stranger to physical and medical problems
She did not complain
I had and still have the utmost respect for Eerie
I'd like to be more eloquent but...
#death
#friendship
#love
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
268 reads
35 Comments
Under My Skin
i want to forget
the scent
of your body
i want to forget
the taste
of your lips
i want to erase
the ink you traced
on my fragile
frame
but you’re
under my skin
you’re my deception
my dangerous distraction
my insane satisfaction
my fatal attraction
i want to forget
that we’ve
ever met
but you’re
under my skin
you’re my memory
and the words i bleed
you’re the drug that works
and the truth that hurts
the scent
of your body
i want to forget
the taste
of your lips
i want to erase
the ink you traced
on my fragile
frame
but you’re
under my skin
you’re my deception
my dangerous distraction
my insane satisfaction
my fatal attraction
i want to forget
that we’ve
ever met
but you’re
under my skin
you’re my memory
and the words i bleed
you’re the drug that works
and the truth that hurts
#memories
#sadness
2201 reads
65 Comments
~- the flawless fairy spotted deer..
(an inspired lyrical from the 1981 Tamil film #AayiramNilaveVaa -
a female solo sad number sung hauntingly by the living legend
singer #PSusheela & scored by Maestro Ilayaraja, song linked below)
https://youtu.be/ITNHmYoUVek?feature=shared
(intro verses)
stranded in the gushing
shores of the holy Ganges..
she, a mesmerize of a spotted dear.. yet there
in a deeply torn~ thirsting melancholic daze
is in search of.. the waters..
yes, in search...
a female solo sad number sung hauntingly by the living legend
singer #PSusheela & scored by Maestro Ilayaraja, song linked below)
https://youtu.be/ITNHmYoUVek?feature=shared
(intro verses)
stranded in the gushing
shores of the holy Ganges..
she, a mesmerize of a spotted dear.. yet there
in a deeply torn~ thirsting melancholic daze
is in search of.. the waters..
yes, in search...
#conflict
#inspirational
#lyrics
#music
#sadness
79 reads
Crickets and raindrops
I went for a run
on a drizzly morn
where fields meet sky in the fog
and thought maybe I should
just keep running
away
wondered how long it would take
before they'd come looking
and who would be first to guess
I was with the trees and birds
in the pouring rain
and not warm with tea
on a friend's couch
I turned off my music
to be more alone
so I could hear the song of
crickets and raindrops
and I stood
Shawshank Redemption style
sky pouring tears on my hands and face
I...
on a drizzly morn
where fields meet sky in the fog
and thought maybe I should
just keep running
away
wondered how long it would take
before they'd come looking
and who would be first to guess
I was with the trees and birds
in the pouring rain
and not warm with tea
on a friend's couch
I turned off my music
to be more alone
so I could hear the song of
crickets and raindrops
and I stood
Shawshank Redemption style
sky pouring tears on my hands and face
I...
#sadness
#death
#nature #peace
#nature #peace
569 reads
12 Comments
desolation road
this house holds secrets
despite its blown out windows
no doors or locks
floorboards that refuse to creak
& a ceiling of brooding sky
but the wind howls through the halls
where memories drift
from wall to crumbling wall
untethered
but not free to depart
dust builds in corners
untouched
where thoughts once swirled
now fallen
listless & forgotten
fingers clutch a trembling match
as flame flickers in anticipation
determination wavers
turn it all to kindling...
or blow...
despite its blown out windows
no doors or locks
floorboards that refuse to creak
& a ceiling of brooding sky
but the wind howls through the halls
where memories drift
from wall to crumbling wall
untethered
but not free to depart
dust builds in corners
untouched
where thoughts once swirled
now fallen
listless & forgotten
fingers clutch a trembling match
as flame flickers in anticipation
determination wavers
turn it all to kindling...
or blow...
#choices
#confessional
#family #sadness
#family #sadness
147 reads
12 Comments
The Aches Of Carrying The Dead
my wrist shakes
carpal tunnel
from that time the post in the back yard
broke it and my father beat the shit
out of me
for crying because men don’t cry
and hospital was days away
from the heavy bag
honing knock out shots
throwing with the fury of an arrow riddle berserker
as if my last deeds in life will be echoed
through the ages of wrist-spraining-shots into dented leather
I’ve been taught so often how little
I matter unless I’m doing
so I bury it using an excavator
my tears now
just...
carpal tunnel
from that time the post in the back yard
broke it and my father beat the shit
out of me
for crying because men don’t cry
and hospital was days away
from the heavy bag
honing knock out shots
throwing with the fury of an arrow riddle berserker
as if my last deeds in life will be echoed
through the ages of wrist-spraining-shots into dented leather
I’ve been taught so often how little
I matter unless I’m doing
so I bury it using an excavator
my tears now
just...
#emptiness
#sadness
#shame
105 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Sadness by Top Critiquers