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SAD POEMS
SAD POEMS
DOES HEAVEN HAVE A PHONE NUMBER?
Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down; I need her right away,
Operator, can you tell me how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part? I don't know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too; at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why.
Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea?
She's been gone a long, long time; she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how.
Help me find the number please, is it listed under 'Heaven'?
I can't read these big, big words; I am only seven.
I'm sorry, operator, I didn't mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help, that's where we should go.
I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator, I'll give them a call.
ray wilz
Not Another Sad Poem
Not another sad poem, not tonight,
I will not write it, I will not write,
Not another sad poem not today,
I will not write it, no I won't, I say
I'd rather go elswhere, somewhere fun,
Then write another sad poem when the day is done.
chad fisher
Sad-Eye
Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn!
Across the long grass of the marshy plain
Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain,
Thy lark forgets that May is grown forlorn
Above the lush blades of the springing corn,
Thy thrush within the high elms strives in vain
To store up tales of spring for summer's pain -
Vain day, why wert thou from the dark night born?
O many-voiced strange morn, why must thou break
With vain desire the softness of my dream
Where she and I alone on earth did seem?
How hadst thou heart from me that land to take
Wherein she wandered softly for my sake
And I and she no harm of love might deem?
William Morris
A sad, mad and bad poem
I stood alone in San Antone
Sadder than a dog who`d lost his bone,
¬cause my best girl, she`d walked out on me.
I was feeling sick `cause of this chick,
There was nowhere for me to put my head
And I`m telling you that`s deal catastrophe.
On the sidewalk wide I sat and cried,
And contemplated suicide,
`cause that sweet girl I loved so,
Then a broad went by with her head held high,
Her skirt was split a mile above her thigh
And very quickly I forgot dear Flo.
She said, “ Hello my dear my apartments near,
Wont come with me and have a nice cold beer”.
`twas offer that I really couldn`t resist
I had three or four, maybe more
Perhaps I even had a score,
I ended up a bit Mozart an Liszt.
She said, “Righto Jack let`s hit the sack,
I want somebody to scratch my back
I followed her, I was cock-a-hoop,
She removed her scants, I took off my pants,
But now the poor girl raves and rants,
Because I had a touch of brewers droop.
I stood alone in San Antone
I was frozen to the bone.
She kept my clothes when she through me out the door,
I was feeling sick `cause of this chick
And now I`ve ended up in the nick,
And I`m a bloody site worse off than before.
Than before, than before, I`m so much worse off than I was before.
archie langford
Sad Eyes
Sad eyes..that used to shine so bright,
But you're gone...and now they see no light.
They are dark and sad
With a look so far away,
Clouded by the tears...
That now are here to stay.
Nothing can bring back the shine
That you took from me dear,
Another love I'll never find ..
No arms will hold me near.
So cry...cry...cry sad eyes
Cry into the night,
Take away my sunshine
And shut out all the light.
Linda Guthrie
Bored And Sad
It's boring and sad, and there's no one around
In times of my spirit's travail...
Desires!...What use is our vain and eternal desire?..
While years pass on by - all the best years!
To love...but love whom?.. a short love is vexing,
And permanent love's just a myth.
Perhaps look within? - The past's left no trace:
All trivial, joys and distress...
What good are the passions? For sooner or later
Their sweet sickness ends when reason speaks up;
And life, if surveyed with cold-blooded regard,-
Is stupid and empty - a joke...
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
Sad Green Eyes
You look at me with sad green eyes,
I'm overcome with feeling-
Such deep emotion they disguise,
Yet send my senses reeling; They speak to me of loneliness
And feelings unexpressed,
Of hopes and dreams unrealized
And love gone uncaressed; They cry to me of urgency
To experience it all-
But here you are in limbo
With your back against the wall; I wish I had the answers
To the questions they impose-
I'm drowning in those sad green eyes
And the sorrow only grows; If I had one magic wish,
You know what it would be?
To see instead of sad green eyes
Green eyes that smile for me.
Linda Ori
