Category Sad Poetry
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
Let me be the one to tell you that your health is no joke.
In the last ten years I had a marriage end in divorce.
Keeping my family together at any cost wasn’t something I could force.
In the last ten years I found a new love more than a few times at that.
I learned once again relationships can quickly go flat.
In the last ten years I lost my mother way too early.
life was so sweet.
When we got married,
my life was complete.
When we had children,
I loved you so.
My life was so perfect,
why did you go?
He forgot the strength held in the soft bosom of superstition,
and Saturdays that became cloudy without promise of
awakening to scrambled eggs
and kisses…
He became movement in the trees, his entire body
trembling as if she walked over his grave
again and again…
She was different, and everyone knew magic
was her air…
waiting with swollen lips and traces of love
that could have been…
When I saw you,
In the coffin,
I thought,
I didn’t know you.
It was a shell of you,
Not the real you.
Your body lays at rest now,
