How Could I Be So Lonely
How could I be so lost
In a place I know so well?
How could I be so broken
In a family so together?
Sometimes you don't need to write a lot to express a feeling. This category is for sad poems when just a few lines will do. Feelings are not complex. When we allow ourselves to feel them in a pure undiluted way, we often begin the process of releasing pent up sadness. When you want to tell the story and the reasons behind the feeling, that will often turn into a longer poem. Both of these styles of telling are equally valid. It is simply a matter of what needs to be expressed in the moment.
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How could I be so lost
In a place I know so well?
How could I be so broken
In a family so together?
I really saw myself when reading this poem. I'm a freshman in high school, and things have changed drastically, much to my dismay. I guess everyone realized that there were so many other...
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Shh...listen, don't you hear?
I'm crying, but they are silent tears.
I'm crying on the inside so you can't see
all the pain running though me .
Made me feel so sad. I would cry for hours in my room, in the bathroom, in the shower, and wherever else no one would see me or hear me. I'd wait for my family to be out and me to be by...
Hurt and pain.
There's much to gain.
Peace and love.
It's all the same.
My heart bleeds for joy and my mind cries for help. I wish, I wish, and wish some more, but it's hard to be happy. I might wish, but it never comes true, so all I do is live with the pain by...
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Nice, I love it. It's a meaningful poem with a great idea that's clearly defined.
She smiles, I cry.
She is outgoing, I am shy.
She loves, I am alone.
She is amazing, I am unknown.
This has a sad vibe to it (like me), but it's wonderful and beautiful. This is definitely the type of poem that describes me in some ways. I'm actually glad I found this one, and I hope to...
What's the point of celebrating
When the ones you loved have gone?
It's only the beginning of another year,
Another year of struggling alone.
Strangely, this kinda relates to me, as many family members such as my uncles, grand-parents, and my father passed a few years ago around the holidays, and often times all you feel is grief...
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The saddest for a mother to watch
is her daughter
watching the snow fall
through a cold window pane
Who am I?
You think you know...
Behind this mask of a
smile is a desperate heart
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little frown.
No matter where you'd go around town to stroll,
There were perfect little houses, all in a perfect row.