Haikufeel :: Sad Poems

Pondering

nuria@haikufeel.com (Nuria Duran Calzada) — Mon, 06 Jul 2015 08:28:00 +0100

This is a poem i got inspired by looking at a chair. To see the poem Click read more.

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The Girl sits alone
Looking at the twinkling stars
Pondering all thoughts

Teardrops, I feel them about to fall

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 14 May 2013 19:05:00 +0100

Teardrops, I feel them about to fall,
sadness isn't part of it all,
confusion, stress, and awkwardness,
negative feelings are all part of this.

Someone who i truly miss,
somethings that are similar to this,
exams that i feel coming up,
me that isn't concentrated enough.

I know that there is someone who won't read my poem,
and it's her who is making me feel swollen,
but if she is reading it,
she will know that it it's her I truly miss,
and I hope that one day she'll forgive me,
for the bad friend I could have been.

I look at our picture and teardrops i feel them about to fall,
I think about it and know that sadness isn't part of it all,
my emotions are full of confusion, stress, and awkwardness,
and just to tell you, negative feelings are all part of this.

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When thoughts don't flow on paper

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 06 Dec 2012 20:03:00 +0100

Sometimes you feel really sad,
but you don't know what is really bad,
you feel extremely depressed,
but it's only one little thing that's messed.

You want to write it down,
but your thoughts don't flow on paper,
so you decide to write about,
how it doesn't flow for some reason.

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The studying world (poem)

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 11 Jun 2012 18:55:00 +0100

There is this girl,
she reads when she is at school,
she studies when she is at home,
you must think she is a lucky girl,
getting good grades all the time,
you must feel jelous of her,
you must feel ashamed you cannot be like her.

She is ashamed she cannot be like you,
because she cannot play,
she cannot talk.

She lives in a lonely world surrounded by books,
she is trying and fighting to get out,
but she can't,
she is stuck to her own studyig world.

There is no escape to all those good grades.

When people pass by, they say "Hi, Wanna play?"
But she is lost inside her own world struggling to get out,
struggling to say "sure why not?"

She can't because she has spent her whole life studying,
and now she can't get out .

There is this girl,
She lives in a lonely world surrounded by books,
she is stuck to her own studyig world.
struggling to say "sure why not?"
you must think she is a lucky girl,
you must feel ashamed you cannot be like her.
She is ashamed she cannot be like you,
and now she can't get out .

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The Smallest Slaves

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Thu, 17 May 2012 18:11:00 +0100

The smallest slaves you will ever meet
Are out there working on the street
They fight day and night to be brave
And yet thier lives, we don't save.

They work until they're weak and weary
Until their eyes are red and teary
They collapse into a desperate slumber
The working days pass without number

Beat until bruised and sobbing
Jobs of work and jobs of robbing
Children working everywhere
Please, please hear my prayer

I think of you everyday
I try to help in every way
But some of the world doesn't realize
The pain and suffering in your eyes

So listen up, people, can't you see
Children the same age as me?
Working in factories and on the streets
The smallest slaves you will ever meet.

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The Side of Me

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Sat, 03 Mar 2012 19:44:00 +0100

Nobody really thinks
Of me.

They take me for granted
They don't see

When I'm trying to say something
But there's no sound

When I want to follow
But I'm stuck to the ground

When they I fade into the background
Like an extra on a set.

When people smile at me
Like I'm some loser they've never met.

It seems like nobody knows my name,
My friends, my family, it's all just the same.

I get a little bold, then
Bam! Smashed down.

Driven back by an insult
Or a frown.

I try to smile,
I try to laugh

But in truth
They only see half

Of the person I'm hiding inside
To hide her I have always tried.

She is small and easily scared
She is quiet and has no teeth bared.

She rubs her hands,
She has nothing to say

She wants to follow,
But she must stay.

She is ordered
And bossed around
Her real side
Is tossed around

On a sea of different feelings
Of broken promises and dealings

A little boldness here and there
But she has always had a flair

Of feeling very out of place
Her curtain of hair hides her face.

This side of me I hide everyday
The side of me, unlike me in anyway.

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Random Invisible Cloud

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 11:54:00 +0100

It's haunting me again,
this painfulness of lonliness,
it's this cloud that surrounds,
that just sinks me into sadness.

I have lot's of good friends at school,
But lot's of them don't wait,
to go to classes, or to talk,
I'm sure it's not a mistake.

For the first time I cannot express my feelings,
For the first time you won't understand,
"I do wait for you!" you'll say,
and this'll make me sad.

At break I'm alone outside,
at lunch the table's silent,
only afterschool I feel better,
but I still feel isolated.

"Why am I invisible?" I ask,
"You're not" they will respond,
but deep deep deep inside my heart,
I don't even exist.

That's why this random cloud,
this random cloud of darkness,
is swishing here, and there,
surrounding me wherever I go.

It sinks me into this mess,
of problems that don't exist,
that I invent,
And I eventually feel depressed.

Why am I writing this?
Why am I writing random words?
But again, I still have this random invisible cloud,
following me wherever I go.

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Think

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 19:35:00 +0100

Do you think
I don't notice
When you laugh at me?

Do you think
I feel fine
When I feel awful?

Do you think
I can take
Anymore of this?

The anwser is no.
So listen up.
Listen to me.
Think about it.

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Harsh

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 19:34:00 +0100

Sometimes I look at the world,
And think,
Wow.

What have we done
To this beautiful sphere
Of life and vibrancy?

We have reduced to a burning wreck
Where war rages
And crimes are commited
And nature is destroyed.

You say, that's harsh.
Do you know what's harsh?
A football field of trees gone
Every second.
Every minute.
Every DAY.

People crying when they know
Someone they love
Will never come home.

People who steal and snatch,
Most of them have to because, otherwise
They'll starve.

That's harsh.

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She is hopeless

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 11:58:00 +0100

She steps into the rain,
hopeless, knowing that no one will help her.
She can't manage but who cares?
She is alone in pouring rain.

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Wherever she goes she isn't noticed,
she is invisible, she is a ghost,
when she talks, no one listens,
and her words go down into emptiness,
the place where no one hears them.

In class people don't notice her,
she hears them, she wants to join them,
but she can't, she is hopless.

She walks around,
she looks for friends,
she looks for hope,
but where are they?

She is alone in the pouring rain,
she is invisible, she is a ghost,
and her words go into emptiness,
where no one hears them,
she looks for friends, for hope...
where are they?

She hears them, she wants to join them,
but she can't, she is hopeless.

We don't know how much we're lucky

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 19:54:00 +0100

There are many places in this world,
who have people with things they don't deserve,
like famine, poorness, bombs and killing,
meanness, angriness, starvation, hitting.

When we leave food on our plate,
that must be how much they ate,
in maybe a week or two,
how can we know if this is true ?

We don't know how much we're lucky,
for them, our left overs, would be plenty,
that would fill them for a week,
and would be the food that they would seek,
for their lifetimes and even more,
however someday they'lll be at our door !!!

Poor them, won't we help ?
We do, we try,
but it's too much,
Oh my, oh my...

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Do You Care?

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 18:56:07 +0100

Do you care?
Do you listen to the cries at night,
Of poor children filled with fright?

Do you care?
Do you wish for clothes and books
While small children steal like crooks?

Do you care?
Do you leave some scraps on your plate
While starving is another child's fate?

Do you care?
Do you ignore your teacher's speech
While poor children's education is breeched?

Do you care?
Do you read this poem again and again
Thinking what it must be like for them?

Do you care?

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The darkness that haunts me inside

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 12:01:00 +0100

As I step into darkness,
a place that I don't know,
As I step into somewhere unknown,
I know that it is my own one.

As I dart into a place,
somewhere more known,
but still hidden,
I feel what I feel.

My dream that I had,
never came true,
and why did I believe that it would ?

No one will ever understand me,
so what ?
I only end in the darkness,
the darkness that haunts me inside.

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Drowning into a cloud of darkness

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 11:07:00 +0100

Drowning.. Cloud of Darkness... A very dramatic title, right? Basically here I am talking about how it is so hard for me to escape one of my personality traits: being shy.
I wrote it in 6th grade, when I was 11 years old.
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There are things I can do,
that you do not know,
that no one knows.

There is lot's about me that no one knows,
only my sister knows.

Since all you girls can sing and dance and write,
you all get all the cheering,
Since "they say" I can not sing or dance or write,
I don't get any.

Many people always ask,
what are you good at?

Many people always ask all wierd things,
and stuff like that.

I am tired,
really tired.

I want them to know my truth.

The thing is, the shyness inside me,
totally blanks me out.

I can sometimes get out of it,
but it is always there,
and I always try getting rid of it,
but it's always deep inside me.

It's always there,
it haunts me down,
It makes me sad,
It makes me drown.

It makes me drown into a cloud of darkness,
a cloud I'm not able to get out of.

Pouring Rain

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 17:14:25 +0100

Have you ever stood out in the pouring rain
Feeling the drops drip off your skin?
Hearing the cries of your family
Asking you to come in?
Have you ever ignored them,and stayed in that position?
Like it was some sort of mission?

Have you ever had a fight with a friend
About something that they did?
It was driving you round the bend
And of them you wish you could get rid?
Did you ever make up with them?
Or are they not your friend?

Have you ever wished to be different
In your shape,age or form?
Different hair,eyes,height,
Different when you were born?
Do you wish you were prettier?
Or hear things you wish to hear?

We all have wishes, we all have dreams,
Sometimes we long for them,
Sometimes things are as they seem
Some are la creme de la creme.
But some,
A very unfortunate few,
May get what they want,but not how they imagined it.
They start crying or have a nervous fit,

And in this world when people are nice and kind,
They never get what they want.
But the bad people do
Now I ask you...
Is that fair?

The sun may come out
After the pouring rain
Just before you thought you never see the light again.

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Sad haiku

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 20:32:00 +0100

Right now I am sad,
A teardrop falls from my eye,
a big splash I hear.

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Goodbye

eaton.tara@gmail.com (Tara Eaton) — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 21:03:17 +0100

Goodbye, see you later, hope to see you again...
I have no words to describe this moment,
no words that are sad enough
I can hear you walking away, will you come back?
You don't answer me..
please, please, just say something
You don't say anything, a tear rolls down your face...
then finally you say..........

Goodbye

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Cries in the night

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Mica Anderson) — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 13:31:00 +0100

Dedicated to the ZOA orphanage and all the children working out there.

In the deep,dark night,
Children cry,
All across the world,
Children die.
Even in bright daylight,
They try,
To break free,
Of the chains,
Pining pains,
Storms and rains.
The storm of child labour,
Causes cries in the night,
Children fight,
Some no older then ten.
Some live in no more than a den.
To save them,will anybody try?
These thoughts,they make me cry.
But with nowhere to hide,
And with nowhere to run,
No place for games,
No place for fun,
Their only security is in their minds,
Thinking of ways to break free of the binds.
Will anybody release them?
It's hard to say.
But I bet you no child will be rescued today.
Charities and donations,they can aid,
But can they clean up the mess that's been made?

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WHY!?

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 18:42:00 +0100

Why?Why me?
Why me in this universe?
Why me in this world?
Why me in this continent?
Why me in this country?
Why me in this town?
Why me in this village?
Why me in this street?
Why me in this school?
Why me in this building?
Why me in this corridor?
Why me in this classroom?
We me in this desk?
Why me in this chair?

Why am sitting here in this Maths lesson?I think back,I want to be in the past.Then I would force myself to like Maths when i was young,so i wouldn't be hating it now.
I'm jus asking,don't get mad.
Why?

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sadness

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 19:02:00 +0100

Sadness is the bad word,
that replaces happiness,
sadness is the baddest feeling,
sadness gives you tears,
sometimes you think the world is full of sadness,

Sadness makes you cry,
so, sadness makes people think you're a baby,
Sadness makes you sigh,
right now sadness is what I feel.

By Judit Duran Calzada

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