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21. 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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22. Darkness Befalls

This is about when life is at its darkest moment and waiting for the light to shine through.
- By Amorita Maharaj
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Waiting For Light To Shine Through

Gliding deep into the forest
Darkness covers me like a blanket
And the mist surrounding me
I feel like there's no way to flee

Gliding deep into the forest
Darkness covers me like a blanket
And the mist surrounding me
I feel like there's no way to flee

I look beyond the broad horizon
See the moon shine over the sea
Like the ocean's filled with sadness
I run, stumble, and try to break free

The path encloses and I'm shattered
Tears of rain encumbers me
Darkness embraces me like a child
Now I wait for him to let me be
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23. Hope Behind The Shadows Of Pain

Some people hurt us in many ways. They leave us alone to suffer from a miserable life. But no matter what pain we are in, we still have faith, and we hope that our lives will be lightened in a way that we'll be free from the shadows of loneliness and pain. Yes, there is always hope for every darkness in our lives. We just need to have hope and believe we can be free from such pain.
- By Shermain Joy Lipao
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009 with permission of the Author.
Encouraging Poem For A Lonely Heart

In some people's pretty eyes
There's a great painful disguise,
Disguise that dressed their lonely heart
With devastating cuts that ever hurt.

In some people's pretty eyes
There's a great painful disguise,
Disguise that dressed their lonely heart
With devastating cuts that ever hurt.

Their smiles turned into sobs.
Their laughter turned into screams.
Their days turned into nights,
And their joys turned into sorrows.

But no matter what caused their pains,
They move forward as they wipe their tears,
For in every beat of a lonely heart
There is hope that lights the path.
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24. 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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25. 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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26. Aerialist

Sylvia Plath lived in both the United States and England during her life. Most of the poems written by Plath were crafted in the last months of her life. This poem was written on her 30th birthday, just a few months before her death in 1963.

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- By Sylvia Plath
Each night, this adroit young lady
Lies among sheets
Shredded fine as snowflakes
Until dream takes her body

Each night, this adroit young lady
Lies among sheets
Shredded fine as snowflakes
Until dream takes her body
From bed to strict tryouts
In tightrope acrobatics.
Nightly she balances
Cat-clever on perilous wire
In a gigantic hall,
Footing her delicate dances
To whipcrack and roar
Which speak her maestro's will.
Gilded, coming correct
Across that sultry air,
She steps, halts, hung
In dead center of her act
As great weights drop all about her
And commence to swing.
Lessoned thus, the girl
Parries the lunge and menace
Of every pendulum;
By deft duck and twirl
She draws applause; bright harness
Bites keen into each brave limb
Then, this tough stint done, she curtsies
And serenely plummets down
To traverse glass floor
And get safe home; but, turning with trained eyes,
Tiger-tamer and grinning clown
Squat, bowling black balls at her.
Tall trucks roll in
With a thunder like lions; all aims
And lumbering moves
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27. 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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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

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- 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. Suffocating

22. Darkness Befalls

This is about when life is at its darkest moment and waiting for the light to shine through.

23. Hope Behind The Shadows Of Pain

24. 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.

25. 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.

26. Aerialist

Sylvia Plath lived in both the United States and England during her life. Most of the poems written by Plath were crafted in the last months of her life. This poem was written on her 30th birthday, just a few months before her death in 1963.

27. Underwater

28. The Lesson