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.
I think we should have loved some more, Enough to satisfy a lifetime, Once, when we were young. We should have kept those kisses, As souvenirs and parting promises, For the dark days to come. We should have wept some
dear dad I am sorry sorry I’m not good enough for your fearfully high standards knowing I’m afraid of heights dear dad I am sorry you expect so much without knowing I can’t achieve it for you threatening me when
I know that I am losing you, But I will never regret choosing you Because I am in love, Of course that’s never enough. Every night when I fall asleep, I see you in my dreams, The bright smile, Infectious
A life of living, A life of loss A life of giving, A life that lost Lasting memories A life adhered Enjoyment gathered in Younger years To all who knew a beautiful kind Caring, sharing an intelligent mind Now at
I am self destructive. I am corrupted. The thoughts in my head are disruptive. My heart is in void. I was toyed and destroyed. This love was overjoyed. You left me torn. The only thing you left for me to
The man pushes the other man in a wheelchair Down a dreary Salford road, avoiding kerbs, talking Always talking, talking of nothing, talking of everything, What it takes and never gives back. The load. With wheels of fire and halos
why dream cloud you hang so low? are all my dreams too much to hold? all my dreams they rain on me. it storms tonight so carelessly. the wind sings songs like symphoines. then thunder and lighting are drowned out.
Remember to forget, Forget the pains from your past, They say, as they always do, And if may you dare To lay your soul bare, You would want to say, You’re who you’re, as longs as Your pain lasts. You’re
Since the moment I was born,From the very first start, You loved me unconditionally with every piece of your heart, You changed me, fed me, and rocked me to sleep, You held me close whenever I would weep, Sleepless nights
There’s a halogen moon outside my window There’s an aluminum cat on the road There’s a transparent building that casts a shadow and that’s the saddest of them all. I’m wearing a belt of teardrops And a crown of grey
Often I stand, apart from you, yet a part of you, Running rings around the parts of you that are askew, from me, Making no moves, to harbour through, the pain of pining after you, Breathing heavy at the thought
A girl of just 4 years old, Who lost her mother. The beautiful relationship was disconnected, Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted. She was depressed, But could not express. Could only feel disembodied, Of her abandon mother. Her feelings
A moment of pause was needed in the eerie lull after the gathering of dreams, to enter the corridor of voices. We stopped looking through our tongues, across the bitterness of burning river, after the mud in our eyes. The
Just maybe someday, I could walk the earth, happily with no more despair, with my luggage, roaming the unknown, meeting strangers at stopping points, then we’ll talk about stars and life, and the A.M doesn’t halt us. Just maybe someday,
High cut walls of hell was born Little devils seemed serene n calm Hot-red fire washed upon all Air around felt humid and warm… Dread, hatred, but not love Could find a place to stay ashore Flesh perished and then
My granny was a fierce woman, she was strong, Didn’t care to let you know if you were wrong, She was opinionated and she’d always let you know, Very quickly if you didn’t live right just where you’d go, She’d
In this endless journey, In this endless pursue, I thought – I was alone, Until, I found someone along with me, Paused briefly – momentarily, I looked back to see – For I thought may be it’s thee, But, It
Fear of a mound, tumbling down on the half-buried, half dead archives of desires, comes like a stampede of hoops on my chest. I lie alone in a desert of insanity. From the sea of agony one drop of salted
You lived your life, now you’ve passed away Cremated with nothing left to decay Grief endlessly lingers more so some days, eternal peace for your soul I do pray. I have had to begin the process of change Our home
Brain Born Perverts : The denial of earthly existence ! Does The Existence sustain? Beguile compels to distort , And infuses the fickle fake plots . The dignity of faith and the formidable stature Are plundered by time winged lockouts.