Sadness Poems
The False Reality
by Nora La King
In my mind
A reality of love,
Of perfection,
Holds me ever so tight.
I live in the world
In the reality
In the delusion
Of my beautiful, false
life.
......
Ribbons
by Nora La King
They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
......
A Race with My Mind
by Yasmeen Kamel
The stars don't shine as bright tonight,
Their distant glow can't feel the fight,
The struggle to keep it together,
And not feel under the weather,
The struggle to keep a smile on my face,
When it feels like I'm in a race,
A race with my thoughts and emotions,
......
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Continue readingWhat We Once Had
by Nora La King
I see him walk past,
I expect he sees me too.
He doesn't,
He doesn't care.
I wonder,
Why?
Why must what we had be so different?
......
A Race with My Mind
by Yasmeen Kamel
The stars don't shine as bright tonight,
Their distant glow can't feel the fight,
The struggle to keep it together,
And not feel under the weather,
The struggle to keep a smile on my face,
When it feels like I'm in a race,
A race with my thoughts and emotions,
......
Closer Than It Seems
by Yasmeen Kamel
I hold my tears, but they slip away,
Like fragile dreams that couldn't stay,
I let out a pained sob,
Feeling my heart ache and throb,
Why do I feel so sad,
Even though life isn't bad,
All I want is to feel at peace,
......
A Plea for Peace
by Yasmeen Kamel
The sky is weeping, a silent cry,
As I watch the world pass me by,
Sitting alone in the dead of the night,
I hold my pen and start to write,
Trying to express how I feel,
Hoping that time would make things heal,
In my emotions I am drowned,
......
The False Reality
by Nora La King
In my mind
A reality of love,
Of perfection,
Holds me ever so tight.
I live in the world
In the reality
In the delusion
Of my beautiful, false
life.
......
What We Once Had
by Nora La King
I see him walk past,
I expect he sees me too.
He doesn't,
He doesn't care.
I wonder,
Why?
Why must what we had be so different?
......
