"sads" poems - Hello Poetry

god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and I said forget that I do not feel good I've got the sad sads all I want to do is **** you and she laughed she thought I was being clever and O I just looked up her long slim legs of heaven I saw her liver and her quivering intestine I saw Christ in there jumping to a folk-rock all the long lines of starvation within me rose and I walked over and grabbed her on the couch ripped her dress up around her face and I didn't care **** or the end of the earth one more time to be there anywhere real yes her ******* were on the floor and my **** went in my **** my god my **** went in I was Charles Somebody.

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Charles Bukowski

Somebody

god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and I said forget that I do not feel good I've got the sad sads all I want to do is **** you and she laughed she thought I was being clever and O I just looked up her long slim legs of heaven I saw her liver and her quivering intestine I saw Christ in there jumping to a folk-rock all the long lines of starvation within me rose and I walked over and grabbed her on the couch ripped her dress up around her face and I didn't care **** or the end of the earth one more time to be there anywhere real yes her ******* were on the floor and my **** went in my **** my god my **** went in I was Charles Somebody.

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I’m sick of the sads, The come and go blues, Tired of depression, It’s becoming old news. I’ve got the melancholy Lodged deep in my bones. It follows me everywhere, So I hide all alone. I’m exhausted of existence That demands my great strength. I’m out of ignition And my apathy stretches at length. This pattern starts at the beginning of October. It stays through the winter, I am like the weather, Cold, gray, and bitter. I’m sick of the sads, These come and go blues, The yearly cycle of moods, I keep falling for the ruse. I am sick of the sads, Tired of depression, Clinging to my sanity Through its brutal oppression. I am sick of the sads That make it difficult to respire. I pray for the end, Lest my body simply expire. The come and go blues Have ruined my desire For anything else. I am consumed by my internal Hell’s fire. I am sick of the sads, These come and go blues. By the time spring arrives, I’ll be battered and bruised. I’m sick of the sads. Someone liberate me. Send help on high horses, Or sad is all I will be.

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Oct 9, 2022

Oct 9, 2022 at 7:16 PM UTC

PoetFromAnotherPlanet

Sick of the Sads

I’m sick of the sads, The come and go blues, Tired of depression, It’s becoming old news. I’ve got the melancholy Lodged deep in my bones. It follows me everywhere, So I hide all alone. I’m exhausted of existence That demands my great strength. I’m out of ignition And my apathy stretches at length. This pattern starts at the beginning of October. It stays through the winter, I am like the weather, Cold, gray, and bitter. I’m sick of the sads, These come and go blues, The yearly cycle of moods, I keep falling for the ruse. I am sick of the sads, Tired of depression, Clinging to my sanity Through its brutal oppression. I am sick of the sads That make it difficult to respire. I pray for the end, Lest my body simply expire. The come and go blues Have ruined my desire For anything else. I am consumed by my internal Hell’s fire. I am sick of the sads, These come and go blues. By the time spring arrives, I’ll be battered and bruised. I’m sick of the sads. Someone liberate me. Send help on high horses, Or sad is all I will be.

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••• It is anxiety, underneath my smiles There are despaires within my tries And as happiness slowly fades, My mind started to lose its faith Been trying.. To smile, behind my secrets Been thinking.. It is okay, when things do not go my way Been pretending.. It is fine, even when i fell far behind But, I am longing.. To find the path to shake off my sads But lately.. I can not help but to feel like I am losing my track Becase all that I am is.. Just a one big house full of wrecks •••

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Mar 5, 2023

Mar 5, 2023 at 8:03 AM UTC

Afeksicita

One Big House Full of Wrecks

••• It is anxiety, underneath my smiles There are despaires within my tries And as happiness slowly fades, My mind started to lose its faith Been trying.. To smile, behind my secrets Been thinking.. It is okay, when things do not go my way Been pretending.. It is fine, even when i fell far behind But, I am longing.. To find the path to shake off my sads But lately.. I can not help but to feel like I am losing my track Becase all that I am is.. Just a one big house full of wrecks •••

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boys ******* on sunflowers, the sky turns gray there is a light and it went out The day you walked away. the sad sads are creeping up on me again i can hear it in my voice when I speak. and I'm scared to be alone again. it makes me lose sleep. when the sun goes down, I come up, to start anew, hoping you are nowhere near. and if you see me you'll stay away. and I promise not to smile near you again. do not come near my bed, I will find sleep in rose gardens, they are your favorite flower And you cannot Find it in your heart to **** on them. the thorns will cut my body and I will bleed all over but as long as you do not make me ***** again the pain will not be felt anymore. forever to sleep in a bed of rose, never to feel softness again, but with the promise that you can never hurt me twice.

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC

Summersummersummer

******* on flowers

boys ******* on sunflowers, the sky turns gray there is a light and it went out The day you walked away. the sad sads are creeping up on me again i can hear it in my voice when I speak. and I'm scared to be alone again. it makes me lose sleep. when the sun goes down, I come up, to start anew, hoping you are nowhere near. and if you see me you'll stay away. and I promise not to smile near you again. do not come near my bed, I will find sleep in rose gardens, they are your favorite flower And you cannot Find it in your heart to **** on them. the thorns will cut my body and I will bleed all over but as long as you do not make me ***** again the pain will not be felt anymore. forever to sleep in a bed of rose, never to feel softness again, but with the promise that you can never hurt me twice.

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Here’s a locked box of anagram shazam (Don’t open it The crazies might come out) There’s a sealed sack of angsty crank-clanks Take it, go away I’m simply not myself today ** Yes, it’s true I am sinking sads for you Letting drinkies drown My Anger Banger frown Cryptic? Klik-kwik, and no, no I was never there Avaunt, begone, beware

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Feb 21, 2014

Feb 21, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC

AmandaIS

Tethered to Never

Here’s a locked box of anagram shazam (Don’t open it The crazies might come out) There’s a sealed sack of angsty crank-clanks Take it, go away I’m simply not myself today ** Yes, it’s true I am sinking sads for you Letting drinkies drown My Anger Banger frown Cryptic? Klik-kwik, and no, no I was never there Avaunt, begone, beware

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As we meet again In the autumn evening When my heart starts to fall And your heart starts to wither And your eyes spark like moonlit And my breath as cold as the evening dew. I sing my song to you at last, With all it's ups and downs and sads. He stands near me and stares, Through me he stares. We look at each other for more minutes than we ever had The way you look at the sunset going down the earth Like you wonder, what should we do after The sun stops rising. Finally, he ruffled my hair And kisses my forehead. And sings his last song of me. We walk away quietly, with teardrops in our footpath. Like the sun and the moon Like the dark and the light And the black and the white. Like the little blue bird that's out of her golden cage But is too scared to lose her wings And she would rather live in a prison With everything that will break her from her insides Than live out there without it. Without him

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Jul 2, 2014

Jul 2, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC

wallflxwer

Inseparable

As we meet again In the autumn evening When my heart starts to fall And your heart starts to wither And your eyes spark like moonlit And my breath as cold as the evening dew. I sing my song to you at last, With all it's ups and downs and sads. He stands near me and stares, Through me he stares. We look at each other for more minutes than we ever had The way you look at the sunset going down the earth Like you wonder, what should we do after The sun stops rising. Finally, he ruffled my hair And kisses my forehead. And sings his last song of me. We walk away quietly, with teardrops in our footpath. Like the sun and the moon Like the dark and the light And the black and the white. Like the little blue bird that's out of her golden cage But is too scared to lose her wings And she would rather live in a prison With everything that will break her from her insides Than live out there without it. Without him

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She liked Jim's Jam so sweet and thick it was like little lumps of heaven on top of toast or scones warm and crispy like logs in a fire newts on a fume charred and musky she liked a lot about Jim- his smile, his laugh but not his sads so really she didn't like Jim not all of him but enough for some happies yummy Jam fires and smoke hair like a wolf

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Aug 26, 2012

Aug 26, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC

matalie-niller

Jim Jam

She liked Jim's Jam so sweet and thick it was like little lumps of heaven on top of toast or scones warm and crispy like logs in a fire newts on a fume charred and musky she liked a lot about Jim- his smile, his laugh but not his sads so really she didn't like Jim not all of him but enough for some happies yummy Jam fires and smoke hair like a wolf

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the clouds goes silent sads are very weird,very pointless dark ends when the sun comes out the sky makes me feel dizzy drought burned everywhere it is rainning to thirsty ground each scar stops for a moment deepest wound closing even friendship that night moonlight alone doors are open to him the stars are winking and says hi lover not nervous,offset the sky makes me feel dizzy

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC

semihten5

SKY DRUNK

the clouds goes silent sads are very weird,very pointless dark ends when the sun comes out the sky makes me feel dizzy drought burned everywhere it is rainning to thirsty ground each scar stops for a moment deepest wound closing even friendship that night moonlight alone doors are open to him the stars are winking and says hi lover not nervous,offset the sky makes me feel dizzy

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the balloon popped. the flight mood walked away with the last pieces of my ever torn heart and soul not deserving of any good good brings. the heart dos stopped. although the love stays immense and an intense plot thickens the thing is, the moon got another shade of blue from these eyes' vision. all the sweet nothings are now nothing but deafening silence but who am I to feel this way, I'm sorry for this shxt, that I hand to you even though we weren't that type of ting it won't happen again, I guess sometimes love makes me kid think. the sads are getting intimate. the flower bloomed but didn't grow. the happys are no longer living. mining is jealous of this low.

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Jul 22, 2016

Jul 22, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC

mfundo-ofentse-motaung

low

the balloon popped. the flight mood walked away with the last pieces of my ever torn heart and soul not deserving of any good good brings. the heart dos stopped. although the love stays immense and an intense plot thickens the thing is, the moon got another shade of blue from these eyes' vision. all the sweet nothings are now nothing but deafening silence but who am I to feel this way, I'm sorry for this shxt, that I hand to you even though we weren't that type of ting it won't happen again, I guess sometimes love makes me kid think. the sads are getting intimate. the flower bloomed but didn't grow. the happys are no longer living. mining is jealous of this low.

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sad eyes with the sad smiles sad songs and tired lies sad boy with the broken heart you and sorrow never to part

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Apr 19, 2018

Apr 19, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC