Sadness Poems - Poems about Sadness

The moon looks lonely tonight. Or maybe it always was. I don’t know. I never really noticed before. it always seemed so bright, so surrounded, so admired. How could something so full of light feel so alone, right? But tonight it feels different. Tonight, I see it. Or am i projecting? Maybe it’s not the moon that changed. Maybe it’s just me. You remember when I told...

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The sky bathes the harbor in cyan turquoise cadet-blue sea foam bubbles the only gorget one has versus the flamingos and canaries absconding littoral mire the gashes on my feet, the burn in my gracilis have returned me yet again to sanctum: la vie en rose, where lips breathe lunarias into drift bottles love songs the only tune in our ears, lilac mica on denim...

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You wear sadness like pearls, carefully strung between sighs, in a silent elegance that surrounds your neck, as if pain were something to be worn with pride. They marvel at your resilience, viewing it as a spectacle, yet they never question why suffering must be your personal signature. They whisper about your grace, admiring your courage, but isn't grace just another name...

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If you asked me at age six, I might've told you I want to become a doctor, a scientist or even a hero that saves the planet. But now I feel so ancient, like I’ve lived a hundred years in quiet rooms where no one noticed the girl holding the walls up. I’ve carried generations in my chest my mother’s sorrow, my friends’ storms, strangers' cries...

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Perhaps you heard a distant song That mortals cannot sing; Perhaps it made your heartbeat long For such a pretty thing. Perhaps you saw beyond your eyes What dirt and clay can’t form; Perhaps you know what beauty lies Beyond the mortal storm. Why then, pursue it, as you must, One cannot let it go; But gold is not akin to rust, We can but little...

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It’s past 2 am again, And there's an itch in my chest, Not for sleep, not for peace, but for complete numbness. I don’t know how long i’ve been lying here, scrolling, staring, spiraling, begging my thoughts to stop chewing me alive. Every corner of my mind feels bruised But all i’ve done is exist. i keep saying i don’t want...

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Blue, the color of the ocean, mirrors the tears that streamed down my face when you said goodbye. It's the hue of the lies I told, the hidden pain that the world never saw, the ache in my heart when you expressed hatred—a sentiment I feared was true. Two years have passed, yet I'm trapped...

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I look to my right And there’s a bin of stuffed animals just like the one you bought me I look to my left And there’s your favorite flavor of ice cream I look down And I see your Nebraska sweatshirt I couldn’t let them throw away So I think maybe Just maybe And I look up. But there's no trace of you in...

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If only you had asked me, just once to stay, to hold on, to try. I would have fought the doubts, swallowed the pain, let love bleed me dry. Just a word, a plea, even hollow, even small Even a little whisper that barely meant at all But you never spoke, you let me go And, that perhaps, still hurts the most. I wish...

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You asked, "out of everyone, why me?" I know the answer now, maybe. They come to me, drawn in by the way I’ve been existing. They compliment the things they can see. but none of it matters, it never did to me. Because I know, deep down, they don’t really see me. Not like the way, i let you see. And I hate that. I...

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Mom writes polemics, when a cause grasps her heart She's a good soul and wants to do her part A journal took one, so she emailed it to friends Then found that old age had brought many to their ends Sometimes children answer back, or maybe a weary wife They thank her kindly, talk about the...

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There is a sadness that is born from deep knowledge, like a shadow slipping through the cracks of the soul, a sadness that whispers the world is not a fairy tale, but a mosaic of fleeting moments, where dreams unravel like grains of sand between weary fingers. It is the melancholy of one who understands life is not a...

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Sometimes you mold faces, my love, to hide the deep sadness, to forget yourself, to banish the bitter thoughts that weigh you down. How can you create love, my love, to live, to suffer in this summer, which presses on you like a sea with its colossal, unforgiving weight? The burden crushes you, dragging you into the black earth...

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It was a strong opponent, it fought against us very well. Many of us were slaughtered before it finally went down. Again and again it tried to run, but we chased it down each time. We will never give up the hunt. We will always persevere. But this one had surprised us; it flashed its hardened steel. It cut down many of the pack and deflected...

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The meaning of home Isn't a house Locked in a dome Quiet as a mouse For they say, "Love isn't love unless it's right" Every day Every night Home for me Is following my heart But I can't see Where to start Even if It's running through my veins I feel stiff Feel that pain It must be running through my veins Oh the pain Never gain But home just isn't home without you ...

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