Sadness Poems - Poems about Sadness

I have been floating these days, in between thoughts, in between words. I have been grateful, and sick to my stomach at the unfairness of it all. Constellations strung together by invisible threads pull me back...Read the rest...

I still think of that day, rain pitter-pattered gently around us, clouds were the color of gravel. Your smile broke through shadows, and our laughter mingled like gold. Paint splattered against a canvas- that's what...Read the rest...

If you're sad Eat something delicious You may not smile right away At least your belly is full You may wander many thought provoking Thinking of what happen to your life Just drink something cool and sweet At least you find...Read the rest...

You can't see sadness here My friends Because I am a happy men And I am living a beautiful Life that my father gave to me Many years ago After he made me with His holy hands And placed me on earth To live Friends...Read the rest...

I dove into the deep end, headfirst, quite a splash, Not of the pool, you see, but grief's enormous gash. It’s Olympic-sized, this sorrow, chlorinated blue, And I’m the sole competitor, with nothing else to do. The butterfly of...Read the rest...

Resilient I am, to be here, to stand as tall as a sunflower. I can hear the cacophony of cicadas outside my window sing with me through my grief. Their trill reminds of blooming chances. As...Read the rest...

Many people think depression is just long term sadness. "It's just a phase that will be over soon" They don't know how actions affect people Anxiety and Depression are a deadly combination. A deadly concoction of fear that feeds...Read the rest...

I've never been slapped with such a hard dose of reality With talks of old memories being laughed off It hit me began enveloping my senses What I endured was abuse. In more ways than I've led myself to believe. &...Read the rest...

Oh, all the sad thoughts that enter my head. I drown in my own tears and sin. To feel the nostalgia of not that has past But of things that might have been. To wonder and stew and...Read the rest...

We are all travellers, moving through time, walking roads we did not choose, carrying stories no one fully knows. Life gives us no map, only moments some soft as morning light, some heavy as storms. We...Read the rest...

A mark of scarlet was the first, Fitting of inferior character. He was associated of plagues, The name given of a tragedy. The dead made a bottomless pit on him, Rendered executed, the title of foundling. ...Read the rest...

The town, ripped up like a carpet—flung to the side like a broken leg. In its scar the soldiers marched. Chanted for a ruler who ate in his highchair while he penned in their death...Read the rest...

Asclepius, in days when we are young, The Music of the Spheres we first hear sung! Through straining then, to listen and to learn, What revelries of truth one may discern! But we are not conceived as angels are: A...Read the rest...

Happy happy never more Pain and suffering stalk your door Let them in and now they’ll stay ruining each and every day Will they leave and go away So mind and body again can play Hopes...Read the rest...

goodbye in their eyes while waiting to catch a train, oftentimes he sat alone at the depot —afraid—scratching initials in the dirt and sometimes in his head. hours became a collision of minutes while he watched make-believe dancers, well-groomed gentlemen, and worn-out...Read the rest...