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Verdronken in de zee van verdriet

by Mario Odekerken

Ik dreef te lang op golven van herinneringen,
zonder te weten waar de kust nog lag.
De stilte om mij heen werd dieper,
en de horizon verloor haar licht.

Elke gedachte trok mij verder naar beneden,
alsof verdriet zijn eigen getijden kent.
Ik zocht naar adem tussen verloren momenten,
maar vond alleen de echo van gemis.

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I Miss...

by Nehal Mistry

Those brown eyes shine better than pools of honey in the sun,
That brown hair flows better than grass flowing on a windy day,
That voice which seems to be even deeper than the ocean,
That laughter that's music to my ears,
No longer feel the same.

I miss the twinkle in your eyes
I miss the happiness in your voice
I miss that smile on your face
I miss sitting next to you

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by Adriano Rada

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A Race with My Mind

by Yasmeen Kamel

The stars don't shine as bright tonight,
Their distant glow can't feel the fight,

The struggle to keep it together,
And not feel under the weather,

The struggle to keep a smile on my face,
When it feels like I'm in a race,

A race with my thoughts and emotions,

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I didn't deserve this

by Reem Khalaf

It took me one day
to mourn you
and 3 years
to mourn myself

Recent Sadness Poems

Verdronken in de zee van verdriet

by Mario Odekerken

Verdriet

by Mario Odekerken

Het zit stil naast me
zwaarder dan woorden
en toch zonder stem.

Ik draag het in mijn borst
als een kamer zonder licht
waar niemand klopt.

Man Made

by Kara Prince

I don’t know if God made the oceans,
Or if Allah formed the seas.
Maybe Brahma carved the rivers,
And Poseidon placed springs beneath trees.
It all being plate tectonics is one of my fears,
But I know for sure that man made these tears.

A Broken Song

by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

If they had crossed channels and straits,
Unshod and broken,
Or had penetrated borders at night,
Using the glowing lamps of their pupils only,
Or had come stealthily
Like drunken thieves upon a cooperage,
Breathing heavily
With the heaving chests of grifters,
Do not treat them as spies.

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saturday february 29 (tw: sexual aussault)

by Leana Reysun

You made my body a playground for your desires.
Those hands felt like rib-joint pliers.
Now every inch of my body‘s on fire.
No one believes that you are the falsifier.

Blame me for the sins you committed on me.
End game and the trophy‘s my survival.
Shame on me and watch me lose my dignity.
Frame it to your liking.

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