Sad Poems

Sad poems studded with pain, suffering, agony, misery, longing, loneliness and a deep sense of emptiness. This collection of original and sensitive poems comes to you from the darkest corners of the poet’s heart, so much so, you might start associating with the poet’s pain and longing. Though it might sound ironic, but sad poetry is often enjoyed the most. So deep dive into these poems on sadness and dig out the pearls of your being.

Silent Conversations

Silent Conversations short poem

As I lay down on the sandy beach, And looked deep in your silvery blue eyes, I saw that familiar twinkle, As you looked at me and smiled. You gazed at me as I lay, Blanketed by the love in

Legacy

Legacy short poem

From the far horizon comes a call, To meet the lilting song of yesterday, How far away to the sunset I ask? No one answers to my dismay. Silent images whirl on by, Like a kite flying without string. I

Now you can..

Now you can.. short poem

I do feel the pain of letting go, stretching, pulling, dragging me across the floor, when I stop resisting, its like a flow pain seems less, so I let myself go with the flow, release all the tension stored, I

Velocity Of Life

Velocity Of Life short poem

Life is like bubbles in drizzling rain So, transitory in nature but full of pain Broken chain in chain less chain All loss terms hurriedly into gaiTraged Without destination fast running train With intensity makes sane insane Bruises of heart

Why Are You Here

Why Are You Here ballad

The crunching of gravel beneath my feet A sound I associate with a country retreat Manicured gardens tended with care The scent of rose blossoms filling the air A quiet calm away from the throng The silence disturbed with birds

Human Nature

Human Nature short poem

What is it’s essence? Is it like a vulnerable, Hemingway-portrayed skiff being tossed about by changing waves of feelings, urges, yearning? Is it like a spoilt compass, it’s nervous needle half-trembling, rotating in illogical, unscientific, fickle-minded fashion, unable to be

Tight Are The Clutches

Tight Are The Clutches short poem

Our cries are a whimper only the winds can hear it Like our toils unrewarded and our souls unsoothed We the children of god as they may appease Still tight are our clutches and our lives choked Our minds raced

The Song Bird

The Song Bird short poem

The little songbird sits silent, Lost in the thoughts of sweet spring. The last dregs of his warmth are spent, As the final birds take wing. The old gnarled tree cried to the bird “Fly away dear feathered friend, The

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head short poem

Numb at noon and thoughts adrift He takes another sip The turmoil in his head, confused A twitch..and then a clumsy shift A snap of fingers, “Another please” His bloodshot eyes seem lost Fumbling for his change, he finds A

Night

Night long poem

When I lay my head down to sleep, I can feel your loneliness calling me; can you feel my pain calling to you? The emotional mess of what I’ve become, seemingly unaware drifting along in your own world of perfect

Expanse of void

Expanse of void short poem

I can’t touch its walls, neither I can touch its roof, the void within me expanse of emptiness with no end, no boundary infinite it seems its reach, its vastness. How can then it be within me? No, it’s me

I shall explain everything

I shall explain everything long poem

You must be thinking, here are shoulders that can take all your tears and be surprised to find me on some days with tears, that fires can’t evaporate, leave alone the warmth of your embraces. you must be thinking, here

Oh! Happiness Where Are Thou

Oh! Happiness Where Are Thou long poem

Happiness! Happiness! Oh! Happiness! Where are thou? You were with me, when I was in primary school, though I never thought much of you, You followed me to secondary school, there also I didn’t recognize you, You were a friend

Vanish

Vanish short poem

Desperation again, delusion revisited unreal reality, imagined homeland mythical fables, illusionary expectations we live in make believe world not a single shred of truth around each one of us running towards a distant horizon no sign of arriving, no sign

Unloved Leaflets

Unloved Leaflets short poem

There comes a time when my frustration scales On seeing the heap of trash that smoothly trail Along with me, in my about to explode handbag, So much unwanted stuff, no time to clean, compelled to drag. So I start

Adamant, who?

Adamant, who? short poem

Will you ever understand my pain, or think forever I only did gain? it’s so hard for me to explain, for whatever I say will all go in vain. Couldn’t reason with you so far, for your mind doors are

Education Incarceration

Education Incarceration short poem

Trapped inside complete incarceration A false image of self-representation I am an observer but I am part of the problem No one is real it’s all an illusion Altered personalities to avoid exclusion I try to be true but truth

Predicament

Predicament short poem

My sadness is an unwalled fortress Where bats and doves dwell together… My sickness is a virgin mistress: Unfathomed mystery ailing the core and cover… My wish is a homeless beggar Whose stretched hand is empty as ever… My life

Echo

Echo short poem

He refused to yield, and the stars were burning hot. Night was foggy, and the moon was hiding. His white, shriveled hands held the center of gravity. Obsessively he anchored himself in the muddled egos and bleeding knives. Somebody was

Blank

Blank long poem

Voices in my head they don’t heed to me anymore have a life of their own and me as a slave critique everything I do fight over each small detail perspectives and bitter hurt and they keep it alive keep

The Flower

The Flower short poem

The beautiful flower moved from the creepers of mundane. It rose above the twigs of life made its way into the wind Over the green valleys of grass… I could only run till the cliff And see it going away

Saturday Night At The Movies

Saturday Night At The Movies short poem

for John McBride Neill There was the Savoy and Lyceum, the Majestic and Colosseum, the Regal and the Roxy, the Tonic and the Troxy, the Princess and the Pallidrome, the Alhambra and Hippodrome. Great picture palaces, art deco and glass,

The things I never said

The things I never said short poem

You said I was important, I believed you, You said I deserved better, I believed you, You said I meant everything to you, I believed you. Then I moved away, It was time to put those words into actions. Days

Breaking up with her

Breaking up with her short poem

It was a hush It was a rush I didn’t know Till I felt the crush They told me it was crazy And that she could never be The right for me So, I told her, then I said sorry

The Golden Cage

The Golden Cage short poem

When tears rolled down her cheeks He came close and asked what’s wrong, She tried to hide the pain and whispered I am tired But, failed to let him know they can’t go on. The burden of family pride she

Artist

Artist short poem

I eke out, darling, I eke out I am ill and poor as you are On the gold and under the membrane You took everything, the angel and the devil There are things, Things I hide from my friends Things

Pain Is All Mine

Pain Is All Mine short poem

Open the door and usher in some light watch the dismal darkness fade away. Question your sorrow, your beliefs, ponder what was good, forget the bad. Bury the visions that haunt you, they are but ghosts of time gone by.

There She Stood

There She Stood short poem

There she stood wrapped in her own misery in a reluctant recluse trying to hide the tears that swelled every now and then trying to shove away the world that crept into her regular sobs she knew life as it

Bells For Eveline Pt. 1

Bells For Eveline Pt. 1 short poem

Eveline sits lonely by her window, Gazing out to see the day, Golden sunshine greets her woe, She wishes she didn’t have to stay, A gentle tear lands along her breast, Cascading from her emerald eyes, Like a bird departing

Love Sonnet 132

Love Sonnet 132 sonnet poems

At times, when I, my lowly state assess, Find only much too small a feat to boast, And lesser still the wealth I do possess, Though now, away from youth my life would coast; High titles, I have none, and