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A Childs Sadness

A child s sadness (10/12/11)

Why do I feel this sadness deep inside
Is it mistakes that I try to hide?
Like a drowning victim gasping for air
Your chest becomes tight and your hearts in despair.

Like a wind blown feather landing on the ground
You want to scream, but you don’t make a sound.
Hundreds of people all around
Yet this sadness gets you down.
You don’t know how or why you get this way
You just want to hide - or run away.

Some get sad for menial things
But this is what sadness brings.
So this thought I will inflict
“ you have to get over it really quick”.

Sadness can pull you down, especially
When there’s no help around.
TAKE YOUR LIPS AND SPREAD THEM WIDE
AND PULL OUT THAT LAUGHTER FROM DEEP INSIDE.

Did you feel the difference that it brought
This is what I was taught.

SMILE! : -)

poem by Louis Rams
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Sadness Is Twilight

SADNESS IS TWILIGHT

Sadness is twilight
Sadness is old age
Sadness is the waiting
For one who will not come-
Sadness is this fading inside
This sinking we cannot define-
Sadness is this sadness
This loss of all meaning
And all rhyme.
Sadness is sadness
Fading and decline.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sadness Is A Major Theme Of Mine

Sadness is a major theme of mine
I am sad a lot
I am not sure why -

My father was the saddest person I have ever known
Perhaps its that-

But life is sad
It has so much sadness in it-

Yesterday a very good friend of mine
Was pronounced incurably ill
So many friends of our recently
Have become very ill-
Aging brings much sadness with it-
So much sadness -

Inside I have too much joy too and peace and calm
I have those things also-

But sadness is always here or waiting to come.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Went To Where My Sadness Is

I WENT TO WHERE MY SADNESS IS

I went to where my sadness is
I named it
The naming was not enough
Nothing changed
The sadness only grew deeper and deeper
I went to where my sadness is
It no longer had a name
I tried to find it
I could not
All around me and inside me
It had become who I am
My sadness is my name
And my name now is my sadness.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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How Sad This World Of Beauty Might Have Been

How sad this world of beauty might have been
How sad the leaves that do not know the beauty of their own green names
How sad the sound of sadness in its sinking down
How sad when no real sadness makes sadness so real
How sad and less than glad are we all
Savoring our own sadness-

Let it go away
Let it play elsewhere
Let joy and laughter make sadness a forgotten moment
Let joy and laughter even be our song to ourselves
Let's try
A new world is waiting for those capable of writing and listening to a poem
That has not a single note of sadness left in it.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Good bye sadness

Good bye Sadness
She is so happy now
That you are out of her mind
You finally vanished
Good bye Sadness
Why are you called Sadness?
Because that’s the name they given you
You make people cry
You even made her cry too many times
There was a dark cloud hanging in her eyes
For a long tine
And now it is gone
Good bye sadness
She doesn’t need to see you again
You are also painful
Good bye sadness
You belong in the sad Sea
Where the pain lays
Among the dead fishes
In that sad Sea
The oil from that big ship and vessels
Pollutes this sad Sea
She doesn’t want to be a part of the Sad Sea either
Because it is sad to see
All that wild life dies
Good bye sadness
You never had anything good to offer her anyway
Pain and more pain you brought her all through those years
But the truth is that she had to go through it
To appreciate the good stuff
Yes sadness I can tell you she went through with it
For a long time
Good bye sadness
Please stay away from her forever
She doesn’t need you in her life
Sadness breaks everybody’s hearts
Her heart was broken too many times
By you sadness
Good bye sadness

poem by Aldo Kraas
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My Sadness Sleeps With Me

MY SADNESS SLEEPS WITH ME

My sadness sleeps with me
It wakes with me
It sings with me
My sadness walks with me
And smiles with me
And laughs with me
My sadness stays with me
And does not want to go anywhere without me
My sadness is me
And I am my sadness
All the way
To the end
Sadness in me as my sad friend.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Are You Sad?

You sound so sad,
Are you really

Sad?

Is your garden
Without any

Flower?

I am sad.

You doubt the sound
Of
My sadness?

What does
Sadness really
Sound

Like?

Does it sound like
A seagull’s journey
Along soundless
Stream on a

A dimming orange
Sunset, at the
Sea’s
Horizon

Homeward bound
Alone?

Is sadness in
True sadness
Sound at

All?

Is sadness not the
Maimed mouth
& death of the

Tongue?

The sound of my sadness
Is the sound of your
Sadness

You read me
In between
Some lines
In that imaginary
Phrase

Perhaps if you look for
Some flowers, or
Even a single flower
In-there
You may find it
If you really
Insists

But
You have to put
The flower
Yourself
Out-there

Sowing the seed
Of sensitivities

Who knows
If later, happiness
Grows
Like some unwanted
Weeds &

They would be many,

Not just one.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deep within these brown eyes

Deep within these brown eyes,
You can see my sadness,
The tears that roll down my face,
The sadness I feel,
Awkward moment of my silence,
What hurts more that my sadness makes me as if time was going slow,
So far,
This was war,
War that never ended,
Deep within these brown eyes,
I would die for you,
Leaving everything behind,
Never coming back,
Never to be back on this earth,
Don't you dare bring me back,
Under the water I drown in my sorrows,
Die not regretting,
Regrets is all feel,
Blame things on myself,
Bringing me down with these sorrow,
The shame I feel,
How hateful the world has become,
Things was never perfect with me,
Deep within these brown eyes,
You'll see my true sadness I had to suffer alone.

poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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My Sadness Is Who I Am Also

MY SADNESS IS WHO I AM ALSO

My sadness is who I am also-
It weighs in me-
It sinks through my eyes-
Even in my laughter and joy
It complicates and questions-
Sadness is so so deep in me-
Why I do not know.
I see my father’s eyes in me
In all mirrors-
Grief is for the long gone and long ago-
Part of Sadness is this also.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Sadness Comes

THE SADNESS COMES

The Sadness comes without Reason
The Sadness comes for so many reasons.

The Sadness comes,
And will always come.

There is no Life without the Sadness
The Sadness.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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We Drank The Sadness

Come! !
Solitude, my friend
Accompany me tonight.
come! !
sit to my side
and bring your glass and pour in it
the sadness of solitary hearts.

Take their tears, put yours and take mine.
Let´s allow them to ferment a while
until they are converted into wine,
that tonight I want to get drunk
with the wine of sadness.

Tonight, in your company, I'll not only
drink your sadness and the sadness of world
but, rather, I´ll get drunk myself with my heart´s sadness
and the solitude of my soul.

Come solitude!
Let´s leave to walk and let´s scream to the world
that tonight we drank its sadness
and the drunkenness of the sadness
in happiness it finished! !

poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta
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The Sadness Of Loneliness

THE SADNESS OF LONELINESS

The sadness of loneliness-
I had forgotten it-
I have been away for a long time
But now in the late afternoon
In the quiet and emptiness
Of the usually bustling streets
It comes back to me quietly-

The sadness of loneliness
That we are alone in the world
Each one of us alone
And that sometimes no matter
Where we are
We remember it-

The sadness of loneliness
A Quiet sadness
A sad sadness
A lonely sadness
Alone.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is This Sadness That Brings......

there is this sadness that i want
to give to you
but of course, you shall not accept it

for who is foolish enough
to welcome sadness when all hopes
of our humanity are pinned
on happiness?

but there is this sadness that makes us silent
and responsible upon our own shoulders
there is this sadness that makes us
fully human, and fully alive,
there is this sadness that brings you literature
and poetry
and then all those fame and fortune that you
have been seeking
there is this sadness which has another consequence
the purification of the soul
the everlasting happiness

shall you not take it now?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nothing I Write Can Say/ The Sadness I Feel

NOTHING I WRITE CAN SAY/ THE SADNESS I FEEL

Nothing I write can say
The sadness I feel-
The sadness I feel
Is grey as the grey sky
Cold as the dark light
Deep as the Thoughts
I fear to write.

Nothing I write
Can say the sadness I am-
Even an old man
Does not want to die,
And does not want the suffering
That comes with it.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Twin

Happiness is the hidden status
Of expressed sadness
It is the same source
From where happiness
And sadness originate.

Deep sadness enables one
To absorb deep happiness

The drink pot which kisses your lips
Once suffered the fire of potter

Its a game of space and time
Like light and darkness
Sadness and happiness live live together
But expresses in different time.

poem by Devil Poet
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Sadness Comes Again And Again

SADNESS COMES AGAIN AND AGAIN

Sadness comes again and again
As Grief comes again and again
As with aging more friends are lost

Each one is a world gone
And each one's leaving is its own sadness

And there seems no end to this
Until we too will become the source for others' sadness

Sadness comes again and again
So does death
And the very feelings we have today for our lost friend
Others will too one day not too long from now
Have for us.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Beauty That Resides In Sadness

it is with great sadness that
i write
you a letter,
everything in it is all about sadness
it is not just about us
or you,
it is about the whole massive humanity
that is never drowned
with sadness but struggles in that ocean
of choices and so alone
amidst the
storms and the
other survivors

it is with great sadness that we gather here
and begin to hear
the sounds of all these forms and shapes and
colors of
sadness

i listen to you on an impromptu
and you listen to me
with all patience and with all sadness we embrace ourselves
share sadness with hugs and
at the end
we are filled with so much beauty
feeling so beautiful with
these massive sadness that
never leaves us free

we are bound, and yet when we face ourselves in the mirror of
ourselves
my goodness, we are so
beautiful

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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S a d

and sad, perhaps;
as of children
visited for the first time in their life
by sadness; pure sadness,
without friend or enemy,
just sad; sadness which does not tell
of its parents, or of where it came from,
or of where it might be going;
or of how long it might stay before it goes..
yes, sadness like that.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Everywhere I Am/My Sadness Comes Back To Me

Everywhere I am
My sadness comes back to me-
Sadness it seems
Is part of my essential self
I carry it with me like a signature.

One day perhaps in some perfect heaven
I will not find it within me
But now here in this world
Where even the greatest Goodness and Happiness
May know loss
It is with me always
Even if sometimes only as a possibility-

Sadness goes with me wherever I go
And I am sadness it seems in some of my essence-

Bless the light of the day and the beauty of the world
And those moments of rare exuberance
In which Sadness is not.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Joint Laughter

We laugh at the same funny things,
Our quick sense of humour just springs
From being together,
Whatever the weather,
It's wonderful what such laughter brings.

We can each see the funny side, that's true,
But of course we can sometimes be blue,
But if one of us is down,
Then the others a clown
Enticing a smile to break through.

Sometimes, when we're both very tired,
And we feel that we're electrically wired,
Something just makes us smile,
And after a while,
We can laugh, which is just what's required.

I won't say there's not sadness in life,
But try looking beyond all the strife,
We keep smiling along,
Till the sadness has gone,
That's the delight of being 'husband and wife'.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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