Tags Sadness
My Life (Versus Yours)A Poem by CBHI just needed to get some stuff off my chest. I tried to save a stranger who seized in a store, but they stopped breathing and I just keep telling mys.. |
Sto Rotto Ancora Bella, Tale of a broken girlA Poem by CherryReal life events put in prose. |
Wolf EyesA Book by M. Mae RingquistThis is a rewrite of an old work that I deleted. I promise it's better this time. |
I can't stop hereA Poem by Death's PoetI love himThat should be the end of this poemBut it's not. I can't stop here.No one knowsBecause no one would understandI can't say a word without fea.. |
North Star BoyA Poem by Death's PoetThere were stars in your eyesA soul made of constellationsA mind to outshine the sunA smile with moonlight showing throughNow that you're goneI use th.. |
Fading in the lightA Poem by Death's PoetI looked at you the way someone looks at starsAnd oh how it hurt, when the day light cameAnd you faded slowly away |
Loving YouA Poem by HunterA poem about a bad breakup. This was written during the lowest point in my life. |
AloneA Poem by Death's PoetEach time I open my eyesMy heart breaks and my soul criesSomething within me diesBecause I realize you're not here |
Invisable People... Our future.. with closed eyes...A Poem by OnlymeShe sat huddled up on the sidewalkher hands were dirty and her faceneed a clean and her hair was covered in a dirty woollen hat.He skirt was worn and .. |
Lost LoveA Poem by Ebb and FlowHere's to,the loves lostin silent criesfrom throatsand empty eyes. |
PresenceA Poem by Ebb and FlowAutumn's madehis presence knownin the brisk light kissthat grazes my cheek. |
Tasteless and StaleA Poem by Rebecca_RoseStale.The taste of my life is stale.Bending but not breaking.Forcing it to no avail.No change,but all has shifted.I feel mediocre,I felt once gifted.M.. |
Low in deathA Poem by PhoneticsSinking sinking Down down So low, Lower than the Reverent bows And the prostration to The Gods in temples, Lower than the earth’s mantl.. |
BOOM! POW! CRASH!A Poem by RacialRainbowMy family and I were in a terrible crash and this is my recollection of it. The other car ran a stop sign and flipped our lifted truck and totaled it.. |
Lonely Lone WolfA Poem by PluviophilePerception and time are either the deadliest weapon to ones self, or the tool of love. |