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Sad Poetry

Walls by Patricia Cunningham

You broke me down.

You stalked my walls and found them wanting.
Then you, with exquisite ease,
undermined them.

Complicit I bade the watchmen wait,
For a signal of your purpose.
But you so carefully and quietly,
began picking and removing, unpacking and exposing,
unwinding and reclaiming all,
that you could posses.

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Sister Blue by Brenda Davis Harsham

Brother new, sister blue, I miss you.
Both lost at age four. Pain is evermore.

Is it wrong that I still long to belong?
To share every care and touch your hair?

To pillow fight, fly a kite, hold me tight,
whisper secrets in the dark, swing in the park?

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My December by Katie Lynn

My moving hand writes on and on,
No matter what I say,
I cannot bring him to erase,
That cold December day.

The day was sad and wearisome,
It chilled me to my core,
I’d known that something would go wrong,
Though I could not be sure.

I’d felt so tired and lonely, still,
My heart had ached for him,
Beneath the Christmas trim.

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Dear Mr Cameron by Tina Cox

Dear Mr Cameron, please help me do
You see I’m really struggling at the hands of you
You’ve taken all my money, my pride, and dignity
Leave me to wallow in a pit of poverty
I’m trying to swim through quicksand
With sand bags on my back
But the punishments relentless

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Figments by Druppels

Figments
in a boiling sea.
Moments
of a coiling me.

Roots finding no soil
A mind lingers in turmoil
An endless journey
Unable to flee

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A Reimagining of Love by Katie Lynn

The Autumn winds are whispering,
Another year’s at end,
The passing of the leaves all mark
The absence of a friend.

The sky is crisp and clear and blue,
His breath is on the air,
He silently walks through the street
With sunlight in his hair.

His eyes are cast down at his feet,
He hurries to get home,
Afraid to stop beside the park
With the blackened dome.

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Obsessed by Jim Miller

Obsessed.
Dangerously so.
With yesterday’s eyes
and tomorrow’s heart.
Anxious to end the end,
though it’s just the start.

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Hell Bound by Dixie

I was Eurydice and you were my Orpheus,
But you never cared to look over your shoulder.
You fastened your pace and I failed to follow,
Left in a land even darker and colder.

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“Your Country Needs You” A Poem with Deep Meaning by Tom Higgins

Once upon a time I saw a poster
Of a general pointing straight at me
And the words below shouted out
That a soldier I should be.

Yes a soldier now that was a thought
I’d never had before
I didn’t fight, I’d never fought
And I’d never been to war.

But myself, and millions of others
Decided to heed the call
And despite the tears of our mothers
We trooped off all proud and tall

Together as mates from our towns
All over these sceptered isles
We left young and happy, but soon frowns
Replaced our naïve smiles.

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Water and Sand by Amelia Ann

hot tears spring out, teasing
peeling skin with the broken promise of cooling
as she waits
to be pumped full of salty brine
and then discarded, debris
carried by the waves until she
washes up on some strange, sunbaked shore, a
sea-scratched corpse, the
refuse of murder, or perhaps,
suicide

she bobs up
and down, violently
tossed by the waves, frantically
snatching rapid half-breaths-half-gulps-of-ocean before she’s
plunged ten feet
under, then
propelled back up, an insignificant
buoy caught in a
cyclone’s raging passion. his arms
grasp at her as
forcefully as a prayer expands out against
her chest, calling
for ocean to swallow the
naked groans and shrieks yanked
out into the unforgiving air—
each scream,
a plea that she might
die this moment, escape
the body convulsing and writhing,
possessed

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Silence by Sinimatik

My name hums upon your lips
Like a loose string
Out of tune
Out of place
Not welcomed in your vocalized melody
A mistake

My own ears whisper truth
But my eyes deceive me
To watch you
Plucking the chord
So desperately
So desperate
For it to belong

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Can You Sing One Last Time? Poem by Nirranjani Sakthi

Can you sing one last time
For this weary soul?
Just to wrap her in love
Before she goes awol?

Tired of all these miseries
She seeks some solace,
Tormented with questions
She’s a hobo, now turned soul-less,

Wandering in the crowds
She searches for one single face,

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A Lonely Sigh by Tina Cox

A lonely sigh up to the moon
A broken heart an empty room
A heaving breast that goes untouched
A velvet thigh no lovers blush
No lips to part
No gentle kiss

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No Longer by Theo

He could no longer remember us.
The disease locking away his memories.
He no longer remembers the stories he once told me.
The stories that made me smile.
The stories we all remember, all of us but him.

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I am by Tina Cox

I am the woman that husbands don’t like
The woman that wife’s will never invite
The one with the mouth, opinions, and brains
Who’ll never be asked round to their house again

The cause of divorce one way or another
Who’s always accused of being a lover
Causing a rift at parties or work

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“Find Me” Sad Regretful Poem by Dixie

I am a feather lost at sea,
I am but a drop of dew,
I am the lock, I am the key,
Find me, I’m a déjà vu.

‘Cause you’re castle made of ash
And I’m the flame who burned your throne.
You and I were meant to crash,
Find me, ember, smoke and bone.

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Mr. Buckles by Jennifer Criss

The bunny slumped way over on the shelf
Abandoned and a bit sorry for himself
He had been her favorite for years and years
Dragged through the dirt and carried by the ears

One eye, a black button had come undone
His matted faux fur bleached from the sun
On school yard, playgrounds, and grandma’s front stair
With Ann, Mr. Buckles went everywhere

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Empty Vessel by Valormore De Plume

The days are long, hot, and maddening,
the nights cloudy, starless, and sultry.
Sleep withheld behind a heavy dark veil.
Spirit weary in its empty aloneness.

Fleeting visions from happier times,
refuse to project, on the silver screen within.
Joy from dust-covered chapters, dissolves in decay,
upon the sagging shelves of remembrance.

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To Have and to Hold by Emma

Memories fading
Did we ever exist?

I thought we had it all
But hope is lost
In a broken world
Where you and I ran free
To be anything
Our minds could imagine

Now we’re all grown up
And I don’t recognize you anymore

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Little Angel by Katie Lynn

There’s a little angel sleeping,
In the clouds up above,
When I think of her soft, sweet face,
My heart so fills with love.

A little light glows brightly, still,
Nestled within her heart,
It’s fueled by all our memories,
Kindled right from the start.

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