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My heart’s last sounds…

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“I dropped on the ground…

just listening to the sounds….

Of,my heart’s last beats,

my heart last sounds,

I felt numb,with cold rain pouring down…..

just listening to the sounds….

Of,my heart’s last cries,

my heart’s last sounds,

I looked up and gazed at the dark night….

just listening to the sounds…..

Of,my heart’s last screams,

my heart’s last sounds,

I turned into a cold marble stone…..

just listening to the sounds…..

Of,my heart’s last poundings,

my heart’s last sounds…….”

This post was submitted by Mavi.

Forever In Peace

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Sons and mothers,
daughters and fathers,
apart from each other are now,
pools of blood,
sounds of cries,
tears shed for the return,
of the loved one’s now gone,
console themselves they must now,
and kiss their beloved goodbye,
for life has separated them,
never to meet,not in this life!
hands we hold up,
a prayer we must say,
for the deceased souls,
rest in peace,
and like this forever stay,
in our memories,
memories! they shall always remain,
and every once in a while,
will sting,cause pain,
but life goes on,
they would want the same,
for you to move on,
be as volatile as you can be,
live it to the best,
and know that they will,
forever be in peace.

This post was submitted by Pari Shumial.

My Head

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My head is a place you would not understand
It’s like a faraway place or a distant land.
It’s a place where paranoia is normal
And nothing is formal.
So, you’re welcome to come inside
But nothing can prepare you for what you might find.
For every time I close my eyes
The person inside comes alive.
It screams and yells at the top of its voice
Until dreaming is no longer a choice.
It gets louder and louder
I have no power.
It’s just too strong
I can’t go on.
It tears me apart
Or what’s left of my heart.
Too many secrets to plunder
It’s pulling me under.
I run to that place inside
A place where I can hide.
But the voice is there
With me, so unaware.
Of what’s been going on
For so very long.

But now I understand
Why every time you hold my hand.
There is no feeling inside
Which is when I realise.
The person inside is being fed
Every second I’m in my head.
So talking is a waste of breath
And living is my death.

This post was submitted by Kristen Kutzer (16).

Hope Is Gone

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See,there’s this thing called hope
Yet,it doesn’t exsist.
Atleast not anymore,in this life that I live.

I set myself up,and it’s all just a fib.
I try to make it work,but it seems to persist.

Tell me you care,I bet I’ll believe you
Sick of the lying,I just wanna be through.

Through with the games,all the hurt and the crying,
A feeling like this,I’d rather be dying.

So I guess this is the end,a story without hope
I’ll just wait for tomorrow,I’ve learned how to cope.

This post was submitted by Kaylee.

Unfairness

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When I saw you in the dark,
alone and bare.
When I saw you in the cold,
shriveling and without care.
I can’t help but wonder,
Is life really unfair?
Months ago,
you were contented and fair,
you were wealthy and scarce.
now,
you are like everyone else,
crying for god,
cry for love.
Is life really unfair?
Or is it that you made your good life disappear?
Will you loose someone if you gave them care?
Will you fall if you acknowledge the tears?
Now,
when you saw yourself alone in the dark,
alone and bare.
When you saw yourself in the dark,
shriveling and without care.
Stop blaming and think,
is it god unfair?’
Or is it that I had let myself go?

This post was submitted by Christina .

The Last Time

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Is this the last time
That I shall see the trees waiving in the wind,
Or the birds singing for me.
I want to know, please give me a hint.

Is this the last time
That I shall see the snow,
Glittering in the frivolous sunlight.
Please, tell me, for I do not know.

Is this the last time
That I shall see the fresh water
Emerging from that wall of battered rocks,
There is no time, I do not want to witness this slaughter.

Is this the last time
That I shall see the dazzling sun,
Spreading her great happiness.
Tell me it’s true that all of this is not done.
I do not want to lose them,
I do not want to say good-bye,
This is my heart, this is my precious gem.
Do not tell me!
I already know
It is the end…

This post was submitted by Alexander Breugelmans.

Words as Weapons

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Shadows whispering my cursed name
Fear creeping from within
The only hope crushed by despair
The only light absorbed by darkness
Nauseating pain injected through words
Lies cutting invisible wounds
Invisibility knocking me down
I reach my hand out in hope
In hope you will reach out too
In hope that you will think of me
In hope you’ll put away the weapon
In hope that I can make you realize
The pain you throw at me
I hope I can make you realize
The way you stab me in the back
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This post was submitted by Ridley Von Manson.

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