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21. Reality

This poem was written for my best friend Tiauna. The meaning of it was for her to relate. Whenever she writes poems, it touches me in a way that my own poems don't. And the same thing goes for when I write poems.
- By Shaydee A. Ault
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2018 with permission of the Author.
Feeling Alone In Thoughts

Your crimson tears stay flowing,
But your singing voice stays calm,
It's like you're catching raindrops,
They keep their shape while resting in your palms.

Your crimson tears stay flowing,
But your singing voice stays calm,
It's like you're catching raindrops,
They keep their shape while resting in your palms.

You protect them like they're fragile,
Like they're your heart placed in your hands,
You admire it as long as you please,
While the hourglass drips its sand.

You smile while they rest there,
As the tears stream down your cheeks,
Even though you're daydreaming,
It feels like days turning into weeks.

You let go of your grip on reality,
And you choose to stay in this dream,
Because even though you seem happy,
You can't always believe what you see.
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22. Forgotten Dreams

My wife, Ann, passed away at age 63, two years before we were both ready to retire from work. All our plans and dreams for a happy retirement were destroyed in that one moment.
- By John P. Read
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2021 with permission of the Author.
Poem Mourning Early Loss Of Wife

In a silent world of forgotten dreams,
Where disappointments and heartaches lie.
A world where hopes and dreams have died
And bid their last goodbye.

In a silent world of forgotten dreams,
Where disappointments and heartaches lie.
A world where hopes and dreams have died
And bid their last goodbye.

In a deserted land of times gone by,
Where once we used to tread.
Like autumn's leaves from summer's dreams
Lay abandoned, cold and dead.

Those winter chills of unfulfilled dreams
Linger on the ground.
The warmth and glow have left my life
Now that you're no longer around.

In a silent world of forgotten dreams,
A place we failed to breech.
I look towards the star we wished upon
But sadly failed to reach.
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23. Underwater

I had written this two years ago. I was sitting with my friends, and we were laughing about something, but I remember how hollow I felt on the inside. I remember feeling lost and sad - feelings I'm sure many of us go through. They may sound clichéd, but that doesn't make them any less real or any less of a suffering.

I wrote this to put words to those feelings. I hope that anyone out there having similar experiences knows that they're not alone, that they're understood, and that it gets better.
- By Meghan L Wong
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2021 with permission of the Author.
Feeling Empty And Lost

I can't hear the noises around me
Over the silent voices inside my head.
I don't feel the ache that should come
When I laugh with my friends.

I can't hear the noises around me
Over the silent voices inside my head.
I don't feel the ache that should come
When I laugh with my friends.
I look around and I try to see
Anything that can make sense to me,
But everything is a blur.

This heart that beats within me,
What does it beat for?
What do I call myself
When I feel so much
And do not shed a tear?
What am I
When the chaos within and without
Leaves me unfeeling and cold?

I feel like I'm underwater,
But I'm only drowning in air,
Gasping for breath,
Struggling to stay afloat.
I don't have the strength to fight
The dizzying darkness that clouds my mind,
It wraps around me, snug like a blanket,
Just without the warmth.

It's overwhelming
To feel the pain and the aching,
To feel the wistfulness and the longing.
To feel everything.
To feel nothing at all.
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24. Victim Of Poverty

This is a look into what goes on in the mind of someone who is stuck in the hood and how they fall into a rut that feels impossible to get out of.
- By Tommy B
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009 with permission of the Author.
From Dreams To Drugs Poem: A Journey Through Poverty

Poverty stricken youth jus trying to make a buck
mom working two jobs and pops don't give a f**k

daddy never comes around

Poverty stricken youth jus trying to make a buck
mom working two jobs and pops don't give a f**k

daddy never comes around
at night the only sound

that can be heard are the sounds of the ghetto
drug dealing, gang banging the sirens of the po po

he finds himself posted on the corner slangin dope
to him it seems like the only hope

to finally get off the block or stay at a dead end job with no raise
so on the corner he stays

high school dropout with no time for class
time at a desk could be spent in the spot making cash

scarface dreams are clouding up his mind
cocaine sales taking up his time

greed has polluted his brain, spirit, and soul
hatred and a heart as black as coal

have takin over him what is he to do
no one gives him an answer looking for a clue

looking to the sky for some kind of sign
all he can see is a life full of crime

until the day the cops get him or his enemies catch him in the wrong hood
wearin the wrong colors, throwin up the wrong signs if he could

change things he'd do anything for a second chance
times up he has a dance

with the devil that's going to last an eternity
another soul lost, but others see it as another victim of poverty.
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25. Suffocating

I wrote this poem when it seemed like my whole life was closing in around me and everything that could possibly go wrong was happening to me. I was losing my family, my friends, everyone who I cared about. And I couldn't seem to see the bright side to any of it. Things are starting to get better now though. It will never be the same again though. Nothing could ever erase all the things that happened...and that will never change.
- By Shalisha Martin
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009 with permission of the Author.
The clouds are rolling in
And I can't see the sun
The raindrops seem to shatter
Any good that has become

The clouds are rolling in
And I can't see the sun
The raindrops seem to shatter
Any good that has become
I need someone to save me
To save me from this fog
It's trying to suffocate me
It's already begun
It fills my every being
And chokes me at the thought
That everything that used to be
Must be somehow lost
Now I can barely breathe
Yet no one is around
To save me from this torture
To find me in this crowd.
Just hold me in your arms
And tell me its all right
I need someone to save me
Please save me tonight
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26. The Comfort Of Pain

As a poet, I’ve grown used to embracing pain; to treating it as the fuel I need to create. These days I hold sadness to my chest like it’s another organ, something I’m terrified to be without. This doesn’t mean I’m always depressed or continually sad, but it does mean that I’ve learned to rely on pain I’ve already experienced. Sometimes, I wonder if I’ve begun to seek it out, to find new ways to shatter this thing behind my ribs.

Live this way long enough and, eventually, the heartbreak begins to feel comforting; like an old friend. If I’m honest, i can’t help thinking it’s the only thing I can rely on not to leave. It’s the closest thing I have to home.
- By Blake Auden
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2021 with permission of the Author.
Live with it
long enough
and pain begins
to feel familiar,

Live with it
long enough
and pain begins
to feel familiar,

even comforting.

I guess when
it’s the only constant
even heartbreak
can find a way

to feel like home.
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27. The Flower That Smiles To-day

The poem "The Flower That Smiles Today" talks about how happiness and good times don't last forever. It compares happiness to a flower that blooms one day but withers away the next. The poet reflects on how things we hope will stay often end up leaving us disappointed when they disappear. The poem mentions how fragile things like being good, having friends, and feeling love can be. Even though they may seem strong, they can easily lead to sadness and despair. Despite this, the poem suggests that we can survive these ups and downs. It tells us to enjoy happy moments while they last, but also reminds us that sadness is a part of life too.

Famous Poem
- By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.

The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world's delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.

Virtue, how frail it is!
Friendship how rare!
Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair!
But we, though soon they fall,
Survive their joy, and all
Which ours we call.

Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,
Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day;
Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou—and from thy sleep
Then wake to weep
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28. The Lesson

In the poem "The Lesson" by Paul Laurence Dunbar, the speaker reflects on his own sadness and loneliness as he sits by his window, listening to the passionate song of a mockingbird in the cypress grove. The poet uses imagery to convey the deep emotions, describing his life as a "cold winter that knew no spring" and his mind as "weary and sick and wild." However, as he listens to the bird's song, a transformative thought enters his heart, inspiring him to use his own art to bring comfort to others. The poet employs metaphor, comparing the songs that emerge from the darkness of hearts to the joyous songs of the mockingbird in the cypress grove. Through his simple art of singing a lay, the speaker finds solace and realizes the power of comforting others to heal his own wounds

Famous Poem
- By Paul Laurence Dunbar
My cot was down by a cypress grove,
And I sat by my window the whole night long,
And heard well up from the deep dark wood
A mocking-bird's passionate song.

My cot was down by a cypress grove,
And I sat by my window the whole night long,
And heard well up from the deep dark wood
A mocking-bird's passionate song.

And I thought of myself so sad and lone,
And my life's cold winter that knew no spring;
Of my mind so weary and sick and wild,
Of my heart too sad to sing.

But e'en as I listened the mock-bird's song,
A thought stole into my saddened heart,
And I said, "I can cheer some other soul
By a carol's simple art."

For oft from the darkness of hearts and lives
Come songs that brim with joy and light,
As out of the gloom of the cypress grove
The mocking-bird sings at night.

So I sang a lay for a brother's ear
In a strain to soothe his bleeding heart,
And he smiled at the sound of my voice and lyre,
Though mine was a feeble art.

But at his smile I smiled in turn,
And into my soul there came a ray:
In trying to soothe another's woes
Mine own had passed away.
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Poems about Sadness - Page 2

21. Reality

This poem was written for my best friend Tiauna. The meaning of it was for her to relate. Whenever she writes poems, it touches me in a way that my own poems don't. And the same thing goes for when I write poems.

22. Forgotten Dreams

My wife, Ann, passed away at age 63, two years before we were both ready to retire from work. All our plans and dreams for a happy retirement were destroyed in that one moment.

23. Underwater

24. Victim Of Poverty

This is a look into what goes on in the mind of someone who is stuck in the hood and how they fall into a rut that feels impossible to get out of.

25. Suffocating

26. The Comfort Of Pain

27. The Flower That Smiles To-day

28. The Lesson