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Sadness Overwhelms Sometimes we let sadness overwhelm us, let it overcome us, let it overtake us. During these times, our soul is filled with melancholy, with anguish, and with desolation. We feel alone, sit alone, and cry alone. Our hearts droop, despair, and despond. Our tears pour, puddle, and pool. Isolation becomes our closest friend. Aloneness makes his home with us. Solitude surrounds us like a blanket. We become disillusioned, desolate and desperate. We take no joy in any season. We laugh at nothing. We take pleasure in no thing. Sleep escapes us. Dreams haunt us. Escape eludes us. Anger has long since gone. The only thing we feel is numbness. Pain would be a relief. Regret is replaced by resignation. Rejection is the only thing accepted. Remembrance is forgotten. When passion has subsided, when dreams have dissolved, when hope is unfound, we stumble, tumble, and submit. We become disconsolate, despondent and distraught. Sack cloth and ashes becomes our garb. Sometimes, as...

Spring cloudburst meeting a cloudburst between trails’ ends: drenched! end flower burst meeting a flower burst between trails' paths, pollen-ized! end Summer squishing summer feet squishing green morning grass. end alit a light alit my life a beam, a bright beacon beckoned, a shining, shimmering star, a sun, shower, streaming. end Fall old bones A pile of dead trees; Decaying, white and brittle like a pile of old bones. end old shade A pile of dead leaves; Decaying, crisp, dried a mocking pile of summer's shade. end Winter freezing December, freezing the gray trail of a tall, billowing, smokestack. end icing trees, leaves, branches, covered, frosted, a white layer of icing. end © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long If you enjoyed these poems, find others like it here.

Someone asked, "What would your life be without color?"  I answered,  "My life would be pallid and pale without color.  Each day would be drab, dreary and dismal.  There'd be no primary colors, no rainbows,  no yellow sunshine, no red-blue-yellow sunsets  and no white clouds. No white snow or black storm clouds.  I'd walk in an indistinct and neutral existence.  No green  trees, no green  grass, no blue seas, no blue skies,  would leave me cheerless and dry. My face would not turn red  with anger or embarrassment. My face would not turn white  with fear or pain. I'd not grow green with envy.  Nothing would be just black and white.  My life would be full of motionless emotion,  if there were no color. © 2013 ajwrites57 Image URI:  http://mrg.bz/fwDYZp Image URI:  http://mrg.bz/g6haeq By  Hairysuncold Please find my other writings on Hub...

Last of July Last of July, summer slippin’ away. Past the middle of my Life; today feels that way. Tomorrow’s yesterday. More is left behind, than what lies ahead. Losing count of the days. The day is hot, sun setting; cool breeze on the rise. Feel the sting of lost days, burning my eyes. The past has passed, is past. Hope is far away, hope has gone to stay. Last of July, summer slippin’ away. Sun goin’ down, Tomorrow soon today. © 2013 ajwrites57 Image URI:  http://mrg.bz/FiQoBd By  frankybaby If you enjoyed this poem, read my other work on  Hubpages.

Love comes early for some, late for others. Love comes even later for some, even later for others. Love comes several times for some. Love comes not at all for others, sadly. All you need is love. Love has launched a thousand ships and makes the world go round. Love is a many spendored thing. Love stinks. Love is all you need. Love is patient, love is kind. Love is blind. Love happens in a second. Love happens over time. Love is a secret that many have search for and discovered. Love is a secret that many have search for and not found. Love...      Love grows, love shows,      Love knows, love glows.    Love cares, love tears,        Love spares, love shares.    Love wills, love thrills,  Love fills, love fulfills. © 2013 ajwrites57 image: http://www. flickr .com/photos/geishaboy500/ If  you like this poem, I've linked to another below. ...