Free Verse Poem | Sad Poetry
Having no friend makes me sad,
Even the days go bad,
With nobody around,
No one to play with me,
A bee stung me,
......
Unclad she saunters,
Surrounded by waters.
She is beclouded by felony
Yet embraced by colossal melancholy!
Unloved by the one she loves,
Now believing there are no doves,
Many a time she attempts suicide,
Wishing for the efficacy of the pesticide!
'Men are scums', she exclaims nonstop
......
A woman of virtue
Is no more;
A woman loved by all.
A wife and, doubtless,
A great mother.
Surreptitiously death’s taken
Her away from us.
Your living body I reminisce,
Not your cadaver.
......
Forlorn, she saunters to and fro;
Saddened by the incessant din
And tiff on his part.
Her eyes are red,
For weeping has befriended
Her.
The winner of her heart
Has done her wrong—
The once ever beating heart
......
Free Verse Poem | Sad Poetry
Having no friend makes me sad,
Even the days go bad,
With nobody around,
No one to play with me,
A bee stung me,
......
Unclad she saunters,
Surrounded by waters.
She is beclouded by felony
Yet embraced by colossal melancholy!
Unloved by the one she loves,
Now believing there are no doves,
Many a time she attempts suicide,
Wishing for the efficacy of the pesticide!
'Men are scums', she exclaims nonstop
......
Forlorn, she saunters to and fro;
Saddened by the incessant din
And tiff on his part.
Her eyes are red,
For weeping has befriended
Her.
The winner of her heart
Has done her wrong—
The once ever beating heart
......
A woman of virtue
Is no more;
A woman loved by all.
A wife and, doubtless,
A great mother.
Surreptitiously death’s taken
Her away from us.
Your living body I reminisce,
Not your cadaver.
......