sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Trump, Oh People, A Man Without Sensitivity
On his speech day, he read from his notes He took his time and spoke in confusion Threatening and warning, to many or none at all But did they respond? No, no one acknowledged him! He said, "I am the hero," while speaking aimlessly One moment about the Panama Canal, then about Canada, and then A distant island, claiming it as his own, throwing out nonsense Threatening to burn countries, the Middle East in chaos Promising torment, his cruelty beyond measure They said: "This man has lost his mind!" In his gathering, he insulted everyone shamelessly Firing arrows, striking them like darts Tears filled their eyes, but no one dared to speak Except for his sycophantic followers, waiting for the gift From here, or there, or looting in Saudi Arabia! Every word from him: "I am the hero," "I am the leader" Ignoring those who came before, with no regard for truth Gathering wealth, confused by his abundance "America above… just America!" He dragged us back to the era of "Words and Silence!" As for Gaza, that's another story He said, "They are a burden on me, I will change their fate!" He ordered their displacement, as if it were a gift "Go to Jordan or Egypt, it's all the same!" But his efforts failed, and his intentions were corrupted Gaza is their land, Palestine is their soul It is written in their blood, their identity cannot be stolen And tell the Zionists: It is not yours! Do not covet it, the land will erupt and destroy you! Neither Trump nor Biden has helped, Nor will anyone who comes after them We seek refuge in our Lord, the Lord of all creation And the end is not for you The raven cried out, let chaos reign It will destroy nations And we seek refuge in our Lord, the Lord of all creation The turn is on him, his hands are tied His faults are clear, his greed visible Look in his eyes, you can see the truth
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Sea
One day, my heart was lost in thought,So sad... confused... a love distraught.It longed to find a melody,A song for sailors lost at sea.Upon a boat, his music played,A tune of shells, the waves obeyed.The wind of love, it swayed so high,Then whispered low, a longing sigh.She whispered, "Oh, how divine!Is this the shell's own song so fine?Or is it just a flute’s soft cry,A lonely reed beneath the sky?"Sad... confused... his heart confessed,"Oh sea, you know, I gave my best!Yet still, you throw me to the sand,Though I reach out with trembling hands.I sing to you, my heart’s refrain,So you may hear my love’s own pain.Your restless waves, they rise and fall,They tried to hold me, through it all.They longed to kiss me, touch my face,But doubt had stopped their wild embrace.They closed their eyes, they turned away,Yet still, they dreamed they'd find a way."Again they tried, from far then near,A chasing tide, a love sincere.Oh, waves so lost, how hard they tried,But fate had left them unsatisfied.Your tides grew tired, yet still they stayed,They never left, they never strayed.With every note, I sang my pain,A love so deep, a lost refrain.A love so vast, I won’t forget,A heart so torn, a soul in debt.And when your waves reach out once more,I’ll sing again... just like before...
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
