135 Poems about Sadness to Express Deep Sorrow

Sadness is a universal emotion that all of us experience at some point in our lives.

Writing sad poetry is a great way to express sadness and deep sorrow, as it allows us to channel our emotions and reflect upon them in a creative manner.

As the famous quote by Aristotle states, “Poetry is the art of expressing emotions through words.”

Through writing poetry, we can explore our thoughts, feelings and experiences in an honest and meaningful way.

Research conducted by Harvard University shows that writing about our emotions can help to reduce stress, improve self-esteem, and even increase life satisfaction.

In this article, we’ll take a look at some of the most moving poems about sadness, to help you find an authentic way to express your deepest sorrow.

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Famous Poems about Sadness

Sadness has been a universal emotion that has been expressed in many forms throughout history. Here is a selection of famous sad poems that tackle the complex emotion of sadness.

1. We Wear the Mask

       by Paul Laurence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

we wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

to thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

2. Solitude

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone;

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air;

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go;

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all,

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

for a large and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

3. Leisure

       by W. H. Davies

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare

No time to stand beneath the boughs,

And stare as long as sheep and cows

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare

4. The Genius of the Crowd

       by Charles Bukowski

There is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average

Human being to supply any given army on any given day

And the best at murder are those who preach against it

And the best at hate are those who preach love

And the best at war finally are those who preach peace

Those who preach god, need god

Those who preach peace do not have peace

Those who preach peace do not have love

Beware the preachers

Beware the knowers

Beware those who are always reading books

Beware those who either detest poverty

Or are proud of it

Beware those quick to praise

For they need praise in return

Beware those who are quick to censor

They are afraid of what they do not know

Beware those who seek constant crowds for

They are nothing alone

Beware the average man the average woman

Beware their love, their love is average

Seeks average

But there is genius in their hatred

There is enough genius in their hatred to kill you

To kill anybody

Not wanting solitude

Not understanding solitude

They will attempt to destroy anything

That differs from their own

Not being able to create art

They will not understand art

They will consider their failure as creators

Only as a failure of the world

Not being able to love fully

They will believe your love incomplete

And then they will hate you

And their hatred will be perfect

Like a shining diamond

Like a knife

Like a mountain

Like a tiger

Like hemlock

Their finest art

5. Sympathy

       by Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;   

when the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,   

and the river flows like a stream of glass;

when the first bird sings and the first bud opes,   

and the faint perfume from its chalice steals—

I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing

Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;   

For he must fly back to his perch and cling   

When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;

And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars   

And they pulse again with a keener sting—

I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,

When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—

When he beats his bars and he would be free;

It is not a carol of joy or glee,

But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,   

But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—

I know why the caged bird sings!

6. Richard Cory

       by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,

We people on the pavement looked at him:

He was a gentleman from sole to crown,

Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,

And he was always human when he talked;

But still he fluttered pulses when he said,

“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –

And admirably schooled in every grace:

In fine, we thought that he was everything

To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,

And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,

Went home and put a bullet through his head.

7. One Art

       by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan’t have lied.  It’s evident

the art of losing’s not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

8. Acquainted With the Night

       by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

9. This, Too, Will Pass

       by Grace Noll Crowell

This, too, will pass.

O heart, say it over and over,

Out of your deepest sorrow,

out of your deepest grief,

No hurt can last forever–

Perhaps tomorrow will bring relief.

This, too, will pass.

It will spend itself

Its fury will die as the wind dies down

with the setting sun;

Assuaged and calm, you will rest again,

Forgetting a thing that is done.

Repeat it again and again,

O heart, for your comfort;

This, too, will pass

as surely as passed before

The old forgotten pain, and the other sorrows

That once you bore.

As certain as stars at night,

or dawn after darkness,

Inherent as the lift of the blowing grass,

Whatever your despair or your frustration–

This, too, will pass.

10. Defeat

       by Kahlil Gibran

Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;

You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,

And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.

Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,

Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot

And not to be trapped by withering laurels.

And in you I have found aloneness

And the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,

In your eyes I have read

That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,

And to be understood is to be leveled down,

And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness

And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,

You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,

And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,

And urging of seas,

And of mountains that burn in the night,

And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,

You and I shall laugh together with the storm,

And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,

And we shall stand in the sun with a will,

And we shall be dangerous.

11. Never Shall I Forget

       by Elie Wiesel

Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed.

Never shall I forget that smoke.

Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky.

Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith for ever.

Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live.

Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.

Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live

as long as God Himself.


12. Windows

       by Jessie B. Rittenhouse

I looked through others’ windows

On an enchanted earth

But out of my own window–

solitude and dearth.

And yet there is a mystery

I cannot understand–

That others through my window

See an enchanted land.

13. Winter Stars

       by Sara Teasdale

I went out at night alone;

The young blood flowing beyond the sea

Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—

I bore my sorrow heavily.

But when I lifted up my head

From shadows shaken on the snow,

I saw Orion in the east

Burn steadily as long ago.

From windows in my father’s house,

Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,

I watched Orion as a girl

Above another city’s lights.

Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,

The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,

All things are changed, save in the east

The faithful beauty of the stars.

14. A Dream Within A Dream

       by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand

How few! Yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

them with a tighter clasp?

O God! Can I not save

one from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

but a dream within a dream?

15. Work

       by Henry Van Dyke

Let me but do my work from day to day,

In field or forest, at the desk or loom,

In roaring market-place or tranquil room;

Let me but find it in my heart to say,

When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,

“This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;

“Of all who live, I am the one by whom

“This work can best be done in the right way.”

Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,

To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;

Then shall I cheerful greet the laboring hours,

And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall

At eventide, to play and love and rest,

Because I know for me my work is best.

Short Poems about Sadness

Feeling sad can be an overwhelming emotion, but expressing it through short poetries about sadness can be a powerful way to find comfort and healing.

1. How Could I Be So Lonely

       by Cath Glasgow

How could I be so lonely surrounded by so many?

How could I be so lost

in a place I know so well?

How could I be so broken

in a family so together?

How could I be so lonely

Surrounded by so many?

How could I be so unhappy

Surrounded by so much beauty?

How could I be me

when even I remain a mystery?

2. The Mask

       by Kleis Val

She smiles, I cry.

She is outgoing, I am shy.

She loves, I am alone.

She is amazing, I am unknown.

She is beautiful, I am a mess.

She is happy, I am depressed.

My mask is perfect:

She hides me.

3. Hurt and Pain

       by Lora

Hurt and pain.

There’s much to gain.

Peace and love.

It’s all the same.

Confusion and doubt.

We’re not without.

We weep, we cry.

We plead, we try.

We laugh, we smile.

Only to be hurt

by one last trial.

Life is a lesson,

So learn it well.

Maybe one day

you can tell its tale.

4. Suicidal Temptations

       by Desaray Machinine

Shattered soul, tattered mind.

The way back is what I hope to find.

Broken dreams lost without a trace.

Lately I’ve been feeling a little out of place.

Broken heart fills me with sorrow.

Please God, tell me there will be a brighter day tomorrow.

There’s only a temporary enjoyment I feel.

If you looked deep into my eyes, they will reveal

the hurt, the pain.

Please God, tell me I’m not insane.

5. Fire and Ice

       by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

6. In Spite of You

       by Jennifer A. Boulch






At you






Because of you






In spite of you

7. The Perfect Little Town

       by Irwin Mercer

The little town was the perfect little town,

Where never would you see even one little frown.

No matter where you’d go around town to stroll,

There were perfect little houses, all in a perfect row.

It was the perfect town, till you crossed the tracks,

Where there were rows and rows of dirty little shacks.

The people who lived there lived just outside,

Just outside of the perfect little town.

8. Aching Hearts

       by Liz Newman

We talk a lot about broken hearts.

But oh,

what about the aching ones?

The hearts that are healing

but can’t escape the visits of the

cold, sharp

pain gripping their core.

The hearts that appear

whole again

but still experience

the waves of hurt

crash against their soul’s door.

9. Let It Rain

       by Justin Raphael Lopez Gutierrez

Clouds of thunder, pouring rain,

The hurt I feel, the throbbing pain.

Droplets trickling down my face.

Shall rain give me this one embrace?

Drenched and cold, my biggest fears,

Not by the rain but by my tears.

When will this storm come to an end?

Embrace me rain, my only friend.

10. The Mask

 by Kathy Russell

Who am I?

You think you know…

Behind this mask of a

smile is a desperate heart

hiding tears flowing, slamming

against the walls of my heart

like the rising waterscapes on a stormy day.

You think you see me for who I am,

but I allow you only to see who I wish I were.

11. They Leave Me Heartbroken

       by Betty Bruner

They take away my family

They tear us all apart

They try to erase the memories

But can’t erase the marks

They cut me open

And left me with the scars

They left me with the bandage

But took away my heart

12. Empty

        by Sherrel Stringfield

Something I deal with a little bit at a time each day. 

I’m surrounded by people who say they care,

But when I really need them, they suddenly aren’t there.

I feel so empty sitting in a dark room all alone.

I can’t even imaging ever calling this place I see a home.

People say they understand, but I know that’s a lie,

For if they did, they would know what it’s like to emotionally die.

So I deal with this pain every day,

Hoping in the near future everything will turn out okay.

13. No Celebration

       by John P. Read

What’s the point of celebrating

when the ones you loved have gone?

It’s only the beginning of another year,

Another year of struggling alone.

Nothing new will happen.

Nothing old will ever change.

The past has left its scars.

Now only old memories remain.

14. The Opposite Is Also True

       by Coral

They say it’s sweet that we laugh

because our bodies literally

can’t contain the


But the opposite is also true. We cry

because our bodies physically

can’t contain the


15. Monsters Roar Inside Me

       by Gracie Kilroy

I’m closed up ready to burst.

Every freakish thought tingles inside me.

My feelings want to escape but they live in silence.

They can’t find a way to morph into words,

Words that make people understand,

Words to make people feel.


Step inside my head for a moment,

Take a walk with my crazy thoughts,

Let them explain to you what it feels like.


Hold hands with my monsters.

Long Poems about Sadness

Here, we have a selection of long poetries about sadness, exploring themes of grief, loneliness, and despair. So, lets dive into it.

1. On Another’s Sorrow

        by William Blake

Can I see another’s woe,

And not be in sorrow too?

Can I see another’s grief,

And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,

And not feel my sorrow’s share?

Can a father see his child

Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?

Can a mother sit and hear

an infant groan, an infant fear?

No, no!  Never can it be!

Never, never can it be!

And can He who smiles on all

Hear the wren with sorrows small,

Hear the small bird’s grief and care,

Hear the woes that infants bear —

And not sit beside the next,

Pouring pity in their breast,

And not sit the cradle near,

Weeping tear on infant’s tear?

And not sit both night and day,

Wiping all our tears away?

Oh no! Never can it be!

Never, never can it be!

He doth give his joy to all:

He becomes an infant small,

He becomes a man of woe,

He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,

And thy Maker is not by:

Think not thou canst weep a tear,

And thy Maker is not near.

Oh He gives to us his joy,

That our grief He may destroy:

Till our grief is fled an gone

He doth sit by us and moan

2. Alone

        by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ‘round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by

From the thunder, and the storm

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.

3. Tulips

       by Sylvia Plath

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.

Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly

as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.

I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses

and my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff

like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.

Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.

The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,

They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,

Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,

So it is impossible to tell how many there are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water

tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.

They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.

Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage——

My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,

My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;

Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat

stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.

Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley

I watched my tea set, my bureaus of linen, my books

Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.

I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted

to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.

How free it is, you have no idea how free

The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,

And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.

It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them

shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.

Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe

lightly, through their white swaddling’s, like an awful baby.

Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.

They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down,

upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,

A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.

The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me

Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,

And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow

Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,

And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself.

The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,

Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.

Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.

Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river

Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.

They concentrate my attention, that was happy

Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.

The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;

they are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,

and I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes

its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,

And comes from a country far away as health.

4. Bluebird

       by Charles Bukowski

There’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I’m too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I’m not going

to let anybody see


There’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I pour whiskey on him and inhale

cigarette smoke

and the whores and the bartenders

and the grocery clerks

never know that


in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I’m too tough for him,

I say,

stay down, do you want to mess

me up?

you want to screw up the


you want to blow my book sales in


there’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I’m too clever, I only let him out

at night sometimes

when everybody’s asleep.

I say, I know that you’re there,

so don’t be


then I put him back,

but he’s singing a little

in there, I haven’t quite let him


and we sleep together like


with our

secret pact

and it’s nice enough to

make a man

weep, but I don’t

weep, do


5. The Rainy Day

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the moldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall.

And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

6. Triumphalis

       by Bliss Carman

Soul, art thou sad again

With the old sadness?

Thou shalt be glad again

With a new gladness,

When April sun and rain

Mount to the teeming brain

With the earth madness.

When from the mould again,

Spurning disaster,

Spring shoots unfold again,

Follow thou faster

Out of the drear domain

Of dark, defeat, and pain,

Praising the Master.

Hope for thy guide again,

Ample and splendid;

Love at thy side again,

All doubting ended;

(Ah, by the dragon slain,

For nothing small or vain

Michael contended!)

Thou shalt take heart again,

No more despairing;

Play thy great part again,

Loving and caring.

Hark, how the gold refrain

Runs through the iron strain,

Splendidly daring!

Thou shalt grow strong again,

Confident, tender,—

Battle with wrong again,

Be truth’s defender,—

Of the immortal train,

Born to attempt, attain,

Never surrender!

7. The Lesson

       by Paul Laurence Dunbar

My cot was down by a cypress grove,

And I sat by my window the whole night long,

And heard well up from the deep dark wood

A mocking-bird’s passionate song.

And I thought of myself so sad and lone,

And my life’s cold winter that knew no spring;

Of my mind so weary and sick and wild,

Of my heart too sad to sing.

But e’en as I listened the mock-bird’s song,

A thought stole into my saddened heart,

And I said, “I can cheer some other soul

By a carol’s simple art.”

For oft from the darkness of hearts and lives

Come songs that brim with joy and light,

As out of the gloom of the cypress grove

The mocking-bird sings at night.

So I sang a lay for a brother’s ear

In a strain to soothe his bleeding heart,

And he smiled at the sound of my voice and lyre,

Though mine was a feeble art.

But at his smile I smiled in turn,

And into my soul there came a ray:

In trying to soothe another’s woes

Mine own had passed away.

8. The Day is Done

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is done, and the darkness

Falls from the wings of Night,

As a feather is wafted downward

From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village

Gleam through the rain and the mist,

And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me

That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,

That is not akin to pain,

And resembles sorrow only

As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,

Some simple and heartfelt lay,

That shall soothe this restless feeling,

And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,

Not from the bards sublime,

Whose distant footsteps echo

Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,

Their mighty thoughts suggest

Life’s endless toil and endeavor;

And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,

Whose songs gushed from his heart,

As showers from the clouds of summer,

Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,

And nights devoid of ease,

Still heard in his soul the music

Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet

The restless pulse of care,

And come like the benediction

That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume

The poem of thy choice,

And lend to the rhyme of the poet

The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,

And the cares, that infest the day,

Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,

And as silently steal away.

9. The Saddest Hour

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The saddest hour of anguish and of loss

Is not that season of supreme despair

When we can find no least light anywhere

To gild the dread, black shadow of the Cross.

Not in that luxury of sorrow when

We sup on salt of tears, and drink the gall

Of memories of days beyond recall—

Of lost delights that cannot come again.

But when, with eyes that are no longer wet,

We look out on the great, wide world of men,

And, smiling, lean toward a bright tomorrow,

Then backward shrink, with sudden keen regret,

To find that we are learning to forget:

Ah! Then we face the saddest hour of sorrow.

10. Break, Break, Break

       by Alfred Tennyson

Break, break, break,

On thy cold gray stones, O sea!

And I would that my tongue could utter

the thoughts that arise in me.

Oh, well for the fisherman’s boy,

That he shouts with his sister at play!

Oh, well for the sailor lad,

That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on

To their haven under the hill;

But oh for the touch of a vanished hand,

And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,

At the foot of thy crags, O sea!

But the tender grace of a day that is dead

will never come back to me.

Poems about Sadness That Rhyme

This collection of poems about sadness with rhyme explores the various emotions and experiences of feeling down and provides a unique way to cope with the struggles of life.

1. Dream Song 14

       by John Berryman

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.

After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,

we ourselves flash and yearn,

and moreover my mother told me as a boy

(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored

means you have no

Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no

inner resources, because I am heavy bored.

Peoples bore me,

literature bores me, especially great literature,

Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes

as bad as achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.

And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag

and somehow a dog

has taken itself & its tail considerably away

into mountains or sea or sky, leaving

behind: me, wag.

2. So We’ll Go No More A Roving

       by Lord Byron

So, we’ll go no more a roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,

And the soul wears out the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe,

And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,

And the day returns too soon,

Yet we’ll go no more a roving

By the light of the moon.

3. It Was Not Death, for I Stood Up

       by Emily Dickinson

It was not Death, for I stood up,

And all the Dead, lie down –

It was not Night, for all the Bells

Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

It was not Frost, for on my Flesh

I felt Siroccos – crawl –

Nor Fire – for just my marble feet

Could keep a Chancel, cool –

And yet, it tasted, like them all,

The Figures I have seen

Set orderly, for Burial

Reminded me, of mine –

As if my life were shaven,

And fitted to a frame,

And could not breathe without a key,

And ’twas like Midnight, some –

When everything that ticked – has stopped –

And space stares – all around –

Or Grisly frosts – first Autumn morns,

Repeal the Beating Ground –

But most, like Chaos – Stopless – cool –

Without a Chance, or spar –

Or even a Report of Land –

To justify – Despair.

4. A Question

       by Robert Frost

A voice said, Look me in the stars

And tell me truly, men of earth,

If all the soul-and-body scars

Were not too much to pay for birth.

5. Sadness

       by Erin Hanson

They say happiness will find you,

But I think sadness will find you too,

It sneaks up on you in darkness,

Just when you think you’ve made it through,

It opens holes in what was solid ground,

The kind you never know are there,

Until you go to take another step,

And find you’re standing over the air,

The world around you passes by,

In blurs of colour and sound,

Nothing around you making sense,

As you continue your plummet down,

You can’t remember how it started,

And you don’t know when it will end,

But you know that you’d give anything,

To stand up on your feet again,

Sadness is that feeling,

When the falling doesn’t stop,

And it saps your life of meaning,

And of the good things that you’ve got,

So when you finally hit rock bottom,

And you look back up at the sky,

What you once had seems so far away,

The only thing left to do is cry,

People all yell out “save yourself”,

Calling things about “happiness” and “hope”

But they’re too busy with their lives to realize,

It’d be a lot quicker if they let down a rope.

6. Tarry, Delight, so Seldom Met

       by A. E. Housman

Tarry, delight, so seldom met,

So sure to perish, tarry still;

Forbear to cease or languish yet,

Though soon you must and will.

By Sestos town, in Hero’s tower,

On Hero’s heart Leander lies;

The signal torch has burned its hour

And sputters as it dies.

Beneath him, in the nighted firth,

Between two continents complain

The seas he swam from earth to earth

And he must swim again.

7. Ode on Melancholy

       by John Keats

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist

Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;

Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d

By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;

Make not your rosary of yew-berries,

Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be

Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl

A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;

For shade to shade will come too drowsily,

And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.

But when the melancholy fit shall fall

Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,

That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,

And hides the green hill in an April shroud;

Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,

Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,

Or on the wealth of globed peonies;

Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,

Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,

And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;

And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips

Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,

Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:

Ay, in the very temple of Delight

Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,

Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue

Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;

His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,

And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

8. Allow Me

       by Chungmi Kim

If I must worry about how

I will live in my old age

without wealth

I would be without health now

and how can I live to be


If I must worry about how

I will live in my old age

without love

I would be without dreams now

and how can I go on living

another day?

Allow me to sit in the sun

and listen to the sky.

I will love you gently.

Allow me to stay in my room

and weave my rainbows.

I will love you truly.

Like a colt in the meadow

with no boundary

allow me

to wander around

till I hear the autumn


strolling by my door.

I will be waiting

to be with you


9. A Lesson

       by Lang Leav

The girl who smiles all the time

is the one who’s never fine

the boy who surrounds

himself with friends

wishes that his life would end.

For those who say they never knew—

the saddest leave the least of clues.

10. Depression

       by Alison Pick

I come by it honestly,

an heirloom passed

from my father

and grandmother before me.

In the bed by the window

she stares at the ceiling,

pills untouched on the dresser.

Cancer uncurls in her brain.

She says she feels nothing,

the heavy deadness

which also weighs me down.

Don’t worry, love, depression comes

and then goes. Soon

it will be over.

She says this to me.

And to herself.

Poems about Sadness and Life

With thought-provoking words and vivid imagery, these sad poetry about life capture the heartache of life and the power of sadness.

1. Life

       by Rimantas

Sometimes in life

You feel like you’re lost

Sometimes in life

You feel like you did the most

But it’s not going your way

It’s falling apart

But you forgot one thing

That you always have to try

Don’t lose your goals

Don’t forget what’s important

2. Life Goes on

       by Ato BakaIsback

Living in the world

with no hope

just a fake

that decayed away.

Life’s killing me

Injured me

which become Unbearable

and change me.

Days become worst

with so much mystery

3. Life

       by Neko DomoCat

‘No pain, no gain’

they all say every day

again and again the same

words of everyday

‘Life is painful, you shall

suffer everyday’ they said

with no fear.

Do they not fear the cruelty of life?

Have they gone blind to

this sea of dark faces or

4. Broken Dream

       by Ramadhan Abdul Rahman

A dream with no sleep

a reality that hurts so deep

it was in my hand

losing it as it was never been there

slipping away from my sight, going somewhere

I can see you but can’t have you

nothing in my hand to do

pain builds mountain inside of me

crashing my soul

falling inside an endless hole

5. The Window

       by Cassy

Sometimes I sit and stare out my window,

when life is in despair.

I go to that window when I feel depressed,

but no one is aware.

Every day, I stare at the trees and the birds and the sky,

to escape from a world of unhappiness.

I press my forehead against the glass and sigh,

“Why does life have to be like this?”

I gaze out the window at the twinkling stars,

all is far away.

I wish I could be up there with them,

but instead, I’m stuck here every day,

with nothing but my window.

6. I Have Loved

       by Ramadhan Abdul Rahman

It has been a

difficult road but I have learned.

I have loved; I have lost; I have changed.

I have learned people

can hurt you so deeply and not even worry about you;

good people can change in a minute when their hearts

have being broken.

But the most important thing I have

learned you are strong enough to let go. People come

and go, that is part of life.

7. The Blind Boy

       by Hannah

I sit here looking

looking away

you turned down my heart

and wont love any day

because you are the blind boy

who only sees flaws

you are the blind boy

who knows nothing of love’s claws

no matter how hard i try

or how good i am

I’m no good for the blind boy

I wandered into the lion’s den being a lamb.

8. Crackling Fire, Alone Darkness

       by Kathja Andersen

A crackling fireplace

A burning picture, blissfull, free fire

Fire roaming my surroundings

Burning painful memories, so bittersweet

A father, a bad father

A mother, a sad mother

A young daughter, a guilty young daughter

Darkness, choking, choking darkness

Tears, so many tears, so many sad faces too

A school, a school who hated her

Bullies, bullies who thought she was fat, ugly an idiot.

9. Lier

       by Ana

He’s a lier, don’t believe,

He’s gonna hurt you, just don’t feel.

The same mistake please don’t make,

Don’t hurt yourself about that.

You were young, you didn’t know,

Now it’s time to let it go.

It was easy for him to fool,

Your love for him was just a tool.

He is a lier, he always lie,

Just forget him, please don’t cry.

I know it hurts, I know how you feel.

10. Everything Happens

       by Valeria Novikova

What a pity

You can’t get back what’s gone:

The words, that are thrown

or left unsaid at all.

You can’t get back the people

who made you fall, leaving emptiness

in your soul.

Life is a stage

and we are actors of the stage

with different set of minds

and age.

11. Machine

       by Paige Hind

Air was pulling me 

Thin on wheels; then hitting on madness,

The crash—left in smashed steel.

Left just your consciousness;

I’m a ghost to my own pain.

I’m a ghost’s brimming eyes

living in a window, to ego and life.


Rather than with the cycle

I am—

Tense in there;

You, with the stare—

Jab at the broken wheels.

12. Willow

       by Thompson Emate

His every tempest he wrote in a journal,

His desires he wrote in its pages,

He said he’ll do as the sages,

Make his desires a frontal.

He went with it to the woods,

When he was in low moods,

When he was saddled with gloom,

Awaiting a change and bloom.

The journal revealed his thoughts,

It bore his hurts,

It showed his sojourn through life,

It talked about his amiable wife.

The journal was found under his pillow,

On the night of his departure,

He titled it, “Willow”,

He was a man of modest status.

13. Each Passing Cloud

       by Paula Goldsmith

We took a trip to grandma’s house,

it was an eighteen hour car ride.

After a few hours of playing in the back seat,

I became very bored.

I started looking at the bright blue sky,

big fluffy white clouds were everywhere.

I first saw a doggy jumping from one cloud to the next,

then a big cat with wings.

Was she an angel cat,

she was smiling back at me.

As the sun was going down the clouds changed colors,

a nightgown of deep purple they were putting on.

The doggy was back,

much bigger than before and waving.

The day was turning into night,

the clouds needed to go to bed.

My fun day with the clouds is now over,

the hum of the car engine was singing me to sleep.

Poems about Sadness and Pain

This collection of poems explores the depths of sadness and pain. Through vivid imagery and powerful emotions, these poems are a way to express and process the deep sorrow.

1. Sometimes I Feel Like Crying

       by Allissa

But I have to be honest

I really just don’t know how

My heart aches

For yet another break

I lie alone

Silent but awake

Next to me you sleep

And I finally begin to weep

I am afraid you will hear

Because you seem so near

But distant you remain

And again I lie in pain

Sometimes I feel like crying…

But I have to be honest

I really just don’t know how.

2. Tears

       by Whitney Fancher

I come when pain

Becomes too much to take.

I come when you’re sad,

Or your heart starts to break.

I might come when you panic,

I might come when you’re mad.

I’ll show up here and there,

When enough is what you’ve had.

I’m salty and warm,

I might be big or small.

Sometimes when you’re strong,

I don’t come up at all.

I fill your eyes with moisture,

I roll down your cheek.

Sometimes I mean joyous,

Sometimes I mean weak.

Sometimes when you’re scared,

I come as a sign of fear.

You can feel when I’m coming,

Whether far or near.

I may come along

when you hear your favorite song.

Sometimes I show up

when you’ve been strong for too long.

I know you want to fly away.

I know inside you’re a mess.

You long for a brighter day.

Tears are words the heart can’t express.

3. I’m Tired

       by Kristen

I’m tired.

Tired of the constancy,

the constancy of judgment.

Tired of hiding,

hiding who I really am.

Tired of trying to stay strong.

I’m tired.

Tired of pretending,

pretending to be happy when all I want to do is cry.

Tired of not being able to let go,

let go of all the pain and emotions that consume me.

Tired of feeling worthless.

I’m tired.

Tired of being put down,

put down by the people I felt closest to.

Tired of dreaming,

dreaming of a life I will never have.

Tired of not being good enough.

I’m tired.

Tired of remembering,

remembering how I used to be so happy.

Tired of the blame,

the blame I put on myself daily.

Tired of the anger.

I’m tired.

Tired of crying,

crying in the shower so nobody can hear.

Tired of the fear,

the fear of being judged, hurt, and alone.

Tired of failing.

I’m tired.

Tired of holding on when all I want to do is give up.

Tired of being tired.

Tired of being me.

4. I Hate to Cry

      by Elizabeth Mccrorie

Trying to Be Strong

This poem is about a person who won’t admit defeat but is starting to get very weak!

I’m not scared of anything.

I wish my lie were true.

I don’t want help,

I don’t need anything from you!

I hate when I cry.

I hate when I’m scared.

My life is going by

I can’t feel anything, anywhere.

I’m sad and depressed

I’m weak and abused.

I’m told I’m bad.

I just don’t know what to do.

I don’t want your help,

But I don’t want to cry.

Leave me here.

Just say goodbye!

So you’re gone….?

Good riddance, I say!

I guess I’m going to cry for

just one more day!

5. Tears

       by Margaret A. Collins

I Saw My Brother Cry

A sister is touched seeing her grown up brother cry like a child.

I saw my brother cry today.

He seemed five years old

It did not seem to me that he was six feet tall.

He lost a thing he treasured,

I saw it in his eyes.

To see my brother hurt,

It made me want to cry.

Love is not measured in how tall you are,

Or how far around your arms go.

When you hug someone that you love so.

But how much it hurts to let something you love go.

I want my brother to know that he

Is loved by all, especially me.

I saw my brother cry today.

6. In My Mind and My Heart

       by Martha E. Baltazar-Reyes

Forgive me if I cry

But there is nothing else to do

If only God could have warned me

That my life would be without you

It wouldn’t be much easier

But maybe I would have stayed awake

To make sure that I’d spend every minute

Until your soul he takes

Crying doesn’t change it

But it’s a way to feed my soul

It gives me comfort

And the tears fill back the hole

It isn’t that much longer

When it begins to break

I cannot stop it

It’s just a big heartache

Forgive me if I cry

But there is nothing else to do

If only God could have warned me

That my life would be without you.

7. I Am Dying Inside

       by Sierra

My heart is hidden by happiness and pride,

But in reality I am dying inside.

Slowly my corpse keeps getting sicker

while all my emotions seem to do is flicker.

8. Wanting to Feel Something

       by Joyce Alcantara

Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn’t care?

You could’ve sworn you were crying,

But when you went to wipe tears away there was nothing there?

Going through life empty,

Just letting the world pass you by.

Numb to any feelings,

Just wishing you could die.

I feel like this daily.

So lost I don’t know what to feel.

When in fact I do feel pain, I can’t believe that it’s real.

So as I lay my head down tonight,

I close my eyes and pray.

I pray that God will give me guidance and to maybe feel someday.

9. The Heart

       by Veronda Starling

Sometimes your heart can keep giving and giving until eventually it’ll give up.

My heart felt what is shouldn’t.

It gave when it couldn’t,

Believed in many things

When I wouldn’t.

It listened but never spoke.

It cared but always choked.

It shattered but continued to beat.

It loved but experienced defeat.

Laughter replaced the pain.

Hugs released all tears.

We wear our hearts on the sleeves of our shirts,

Highly aware of the caution it may get hurt.

One day the heart will no longer beat.

It will breathe its last breath….

Because it can only take so much.

10. Tear Stained Cheeks and Bloodshot Eyes

       by Sabrina

The angel lost her grace,

As mascara ran down her face.

She forgot love, remembered hate.

She no longer had her faith.

With tear stained cheeks,

Through bloodshot eyes,

She saw only pain and suffering.

Love, she couldn’t conquer.

As the blue sky faded to black,

Darkness filled her heart.

Her wings vanished from her back,

And her kindness fell apart.

Even with all her might,

Her dress still went black from white.

She was sent to save,

To help those who weren’t brave.

But as she looked around,

At the marks she left…

Tear stained cheeks,

And bloodshot eyes.

11. The Way in Which We Cry

       by Arianna

Do we cry to heal ourselves?

Do we cry simply to shed a tear?

Is it because we just can?

Or because that certain person isn’t here?

Do we cry for the attention?

Or will we silence every sound?

With hopes of no due reflection,

Of the way in which our heart is bound?

From a tiny kitten,

To the calling of a bird,

Every creature has its cry,

With the hope to be heard.

So when we let out a raking sob,

With a hand cupped so closely to our cheek,

Is our desire to be heard,

Or to just let the pain slowly leak?

Is the point to cry out

For help and warmth and care?

Or is it our body finally breaking down

From so much more pain than it can bear?

Is it the sound of symphonies,

Or of pure pain in liquid form?

Is it truly up to us when we cry,

Or does it happen when we’re far too torn?

Is it really up to us?

Do we even have a choice?

We can try to hide it,

Or let it spill with its own voice.

But can we really decide?

Do we hold that power?

Or is it beyond our will,

When we let every tear shed in the shower?

Is it a form of healing?

Or just a sign of the weak?

Is it meant to help us,

Make a final leap?

So much could be said,

For the way in which we cry,

As it could be a simple way,

To motivate ourselves to forever try.

But whatever the reason,

No matter the cause,

Let it fully heal you,

So you may never have eternal pause.

12. Tears, Tears Go Away

       by Stephany Manful

Tears, tears go away.

Why must you come back almost every day?

You remind me of my pain.

You remind me of my past.

Why can’t you go away?

Just let this happiness last.

Tears, tears flowing so fast,

You’re telling the story of a child in the past.

She’s stuck with the memory of what has just happened,

Praying to God one day she won’t be broken.

The bruises, the scars,

The ones that will never heal.

She grew up thinking that’s how you need to feel.

This little girl,

Not sure about life,

Cut after cut

Then took her life.

Tears, tears come as she leaves this world

“So young, so happy” for all they know.

Beaten as a child,

Not loved all her life,

Backstabbing friends.

Oh wait that’s my life….

Poems about Sadness in Love

This category of sad love poetry explores the feelings of sadness and sorrow associated with love. Through carefully crafted words, these poems paint a vivid picture of heartache.

1. If I’d Never Met You

       by Joanna Fuchs

If I’d never met you,

I wouldn’t feel the pain

Of losing your sweet love;

I wouldn’t feel insane.

But if I’d never met you,

I wouldn’t know the pleasure

Of ecstasy’s warm gifts

And memories to treasure.

Now moving on with life,

I force a wistful grin,

Questioning what went wrong,

Wondering what might have been.

2. Farewell My Love

       by Joanna Fuchs

Is it really true our love is over now?

Can it be time for us to say goodbye?

Too soon, it’s much too soon, my love, for me;

You smile with ease, but I can only sigh.

We’ve shared our lives and given so much love;

I can’t believe we’re really going to part;

You’re moving toward a new life without me;

I’m left with scars upon my broken heart.

Go on now, if you must; I’ll get along;

How much it hurts, I don’t want you to know.

I’ll set you free without inducing guilt,

But as you leave, the silent tears will flow.

I can’t be mad; I love you way too much;

I’ll hide my sadness now, so you can’t tell.

Sweet happiness is what I wish for you;

Farewell my love, I hope that you fare well.

3. You Were My Everything

       by Joanna Fuchs

You were my everything;

Now you’re gone.

I don’t have the strength

to carry on.

Skies always seemed sunny

When you were here;

Now there’s nothing but gloom

In my atmosphere.

I loved you so much;

You were all I had;

Now my whole world

Is depressing and sad.

I’d like to start feeling

Other than blue,

But you were my everything,

4. What Can I Do?

       by Joanna Fuchs

Is this sad state what lost love feels like?

Sad man sits against wall with head in hands.

Sad love poetry can describe what’s going on in a relationship, as this sad love poem does.

Is This What Love Is?

Is this all we have together?

Is this what love really is,

Yelling through a quarrel

And making up with a kiss?

Why can’t we get along?

Why do we have to fight?

We starve true love by day

And feed lust all through the night.

I wish we’d settle down;

I wonder where peace went.

Why do we pick at each other;

Why can’t we be content?

If this is what love is,

If tenderness has flown,

I’m thinking more and more,

It’s better to be alone.

5. Be A Memory

       by Joanna Fuchs

My life is different now.

I like it; some of it.

Much more time, lots of freedom,

but you

keep wandering into my thoughts.

I feel a pang, a little stab of pain,

when I think of the good times,

even the  not-so-good times.

I really want to own this new life.

Could you just be a memory?


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6. Is It Enough?

       by Joanna Fuchs

When we converse, it’s just surface stuff;

We say some words, but is it enough?

We get along; we rarely fight,

But where is the spark, the joy, the delight?

We’re settled into the same routine;

Sometimes I’d like to flee this scene.

Everything’s easy; we don’t have it rough,

But sometimes I wonder: Is it enough?

7. In A Daze

       by Joanna Fuchs

I walk around in a daze…

my hollowed out interior

filled with smoky gloom,

choking off all joy.

Just as life begins to clear,

I gasp aloud at the realization,

you’re not here;

you never will be again.

I wilt like a waterlily

in the desert.

I walk around in a daze…

8. If Raindrops Were Tears

       by Joanna Fuchs

If raindrops were tears

And it rained every day,

The rain couldn’t wash

My heartache away.

You’re still my ideal;

My love never dies,

But it cuts to the bone

What I see in your eyes.

You want me to stop;

You want to be friends,

But you’ll be my true love

Until breath and life ends.

9. Now That You’re Gone

       by Joanna Fuchs

Now that you’re gone, I realize

How much you meant to me.

My loss is wide as a starless night sky,

And deep as a stormy sea.

I miss the comfort of your sweet love,

Your absolute devotion;

Now I’m a fountain of endless tears,

A pool of sad emotion.

They tell me I should move on with life,

That time will heal my pain;

I smile and nod and agree with them,

While I slowly go insane.

10. Time to Say Goodbye

       by Joanna Fuchs

My heart is breaking in me;

It’s still you whom I adore;

My tears are overflowing:

You don’t love me anymore.

I sleepwalk through each day;

I pray to heaven above,

Hoping you’ll change your mind,

But I know I’ve lost your love.

I wish that things were different;

I wish it were the way it was,

But reality has no pity;

It just happens the way it does.

Will I ever feel any better,

With days when I don’t cry?

No matter what, it’s time to say

Goodbye, my love, goodbye.

11. Nothing Left to Lose

       by Joanna Fuchs

I don’t know what to do

to get me back to you.

I’ve got nothing left to lose;

I’m sadness, tears and blues.

All bridges have been crossed;

I guess our love is lost.

12. A Prayer for Love

       by Joanna Fuchs

I’m praying to you, dear Lord above

for my heart’s profound wish, a perfect love.

I pray You’ll give me one who cares,

Who understands me, who always shares,

The answer to my fondest dream,

The two of us, a perfect team.

Lord, when each new day is through,

I pray we’ll turn our hearts to You.

Poems about Sadness with Deep Meaning

Here, each poem contains a profound insight into the human experience of sorrow, and will leave the reader with a newfound appreciation of its power.

1. Home is So Sad

       by Philip Larkin

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,

Shaped to the comfort of the last to go

As if to win them back. Instead, bereft

Of anyone to please, it withers so,

2. They Say My Verse is Sad

       by A.E. Housman

They say my verse is sad: no wonder.

Its narrow measure spans

Rue for eternity, and sorrow

not mine, but men.

3. Sad and Alone

       by Maurice Manning

Well, this is nothing new, nothing

to rattle the rafters in the noggin,

this moment of remembering

and its kissing cousin the waking dream.

Explore more Maurice Manning poems.

4. Dream-Land

       by Edgar Allan Poe

By a route obscure and lonely,

Haunted by ill angels only,

Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,

On a black throne reigns upright,

I have reached these lands but newly

From an ultimate dim Thule.

5. Tears, Idle Tears

       by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

Tears from the depth of some divine despair

Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,

And thinking of the days that are no more.

6. When I Am Dead, My Dearest  

       by Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

7. Dirge Over A Nameless Grave

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

By yon still river, where the wave

Is winding slow at evening’s close,

The beech, upon a nameless grave,

Its sadly-moving shadow throws.

8. Balloons

       by Sylvia Plath

Since Christmas they have lived with us,

Guileless and clear,

Oval soul-animals,

Taking up half the space,

Moving and rubbing on the silk.

9. Life’s Tragedy By

       Paul Laurence Dunbar

It may be misery not to sing at all,

And to go silent through the brimming day;

It may be misery never to be loved,

But deeper griefs than these beset the way.

Explore more Paul Laurence Dunbar poems.

10. Sorrow

       by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain

beats upon my heart.

People twist and scream in pain, —

Dawn will find them still again;

Poems about Sadness and Depression

This category contains poems that explore the immense and varied emotions of sadness and depression. These poems reflect on the depths of despair, and the journey towards hope.

1. Describing Imaginary Things

       by Katie R.

“I’m tired,” I say,

“That’s all.”

And in a way, I guess it’s true.

In every other way,

It’s a lie.

Tonight you ask me

What depression feels like.

I think, then tell you

That it’s sort of like

Slowly clicking up a roller coaster hill,

Waiting and waiting to peak,

But never reaching the top.

You seem confused

but don’t ask anything else.

Soon enough you’re gossiping about

how that girl we know got pregnant.

You don’t understand that

I am still climbing that godforsaken hill.

People call me heartless,


I wonder if they realize

how difficult it is to function

when you’re not sure if you even exist.

And here I am,

Dodging your politely, forcefully concerned gaze,

As you ask me what’s wrong.

“I’m tired,” I say,

“That’s all.”

I wish I could explain depression to you

Once again and scream about

how I wish I could feel anything.

Do you really want to know what depression is like?

Depression is like having a disinterested corpse

skillfully stowed in the shell of my body.

“You seem so sad lately.

Can’t you at least pretend to care?”

Oh, honey, if you only knew.

You ramble on about this and that,

But I’m no longer listening.

You could dig for centuries

And never strike my dying core.

And THAT, my innocent, naive fool,

Is what depression feels like.

2. Depression

       by Patricia A Fleming

Depression is a monster

that destroys both heart and soul.

It tortures without mercy

and consumes its victim whole.

It cripples and disables,

Making life too hard to cope.

It can make each day a nightmare

and leave a person without hope.

Some people feel this sadness

From the time that they are young,

And believe that they are different

And can’t be loved by anyone.

It’s reinforced by parents

Too depressed themselves to care

For that child they’re supposed to love,

But instead forget is there.

Depression can be nurtured

through violence and neglect

And fists used only to degrade

And words used to reject.

It’s hidden in those bullies

Who torture and demean,

Who use their words like weapons

To destroy all self-esteem.

It’s fueled by those substances,

That are used to help escape.

From that endless pain depression brings

And that unbearable heartache.

It can cause someone to just give up,

To lose all strength to fight.

It can annihilate one’s very soul

And make them take their life.

Yes, Depression is a vulture

That will make anyone its prey.

There is no one who deserves it,

And there is no one to blame.

We don’t need to make a judgment,

But we need to be aware

That those who suffer through this pain

Just need the world to care.

3. Demons of Darkness

       by Olivia B

She stood on the bridge

In silence and fear,

For the demons of darkness

Had driven her here.

They cut her heart

Right out of her chest,

Making her believe

That the demons knew best.

They were always there,

Sometimes just out of sight,

Waiting in the background

Till the time was right.

These demons were destructive,

Knocking down the life she knew,

Hating everything about her;

She hated herself, too.

These demons can’t be seen,

But they’re far from fairy tales.

They live inside your mind;

Their evilness prevails.

So on the bridge she stood,

About to end the fight.

Then she stopped and thought

I’ll fight them one more night.

4. Scars

       by Laura R

Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.

When I was so low, I cut with a blade

To punish my body for being a mess,

Though here is my testament, I must confess…

That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest

Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;

I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.

Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.

But seeing these scars helps me see

That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.

So I ask you now to stand with me and fight,

To show all these demons what they’re doing is not right.

You won the battle of good versus bad.

You are still alive and are no longer sad.

Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.

I got through my hate and beat my self-rival.

5. Silent Screams

       by Aaron

Can’t you hear my silent screams?

They are so loud they echo in my dreams.

Behind this face that carries a smile

Lies a dark road that goes on mile after mile.

My silent screams have been going on for years,

But it always falls on so many deaf ears.

How can they hear these silent screams in my mind?

They can’t hear my thoughts if I keep telling them I’m fine.

What can I tell them? These silent screams carry no words.

It’s just feelings of sadness and darkness that come in its herds.

How can I explain so people understand this?

It’s like walking around in a suffocating black mist.

It’s holding on to happiness like holding water in your hands.

It just trickles between your fingers and disappears into the sands.

I can’t explain how this feels; it’s so extreme,

So I hold my mouth shut to cover my silent screams.

6. Sometimes

       by Lucy Petersen

Sometimes I can’t find the words

that fill my messy head.

Can’t find the effort to smile

or get out of my silly old bed.

The world just sometimes feels like

I don’t fit and don’t belong,

And even when I make the effort,

A smile just doesn’t last long.

I could pretend with all my might

that I am the happiest I can be.

Surrounded by the world, it seems

Lonelier I couldn’t be.

Not sure what may be the answer.

Not sure if I’m really keen

To spend another day here,

Living this dreadful dream.

But I must find some courage,

Light a fire inside my heart

And find a love for life again,

And I know where I shall start.

I’ll walk among the forest

And feel the crisp sea breeze

And lay among the meadow

And listen to all the bees.

I’ll figure out the mayhem

And gaze at all the stars

And dance at every sunset

With a smile inside my heart.

7. Behind the Mask

       by Melisa Bernards

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain,

Hiding the tears that fall like rain.

Saying I’m fine when I’m anything but.

This ache in my soul rips at my gut.

My skin is on fire; I burn from within.

The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.

The world must stay out; I’ve built up a wall.

My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.

Loneliness consumes me; it eats away the years

until my life is swallowed by unending fears.

Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask

and care enough to remove it; is that too much to ask?

8. The Darkness

       by Dallas E. Krystof

You would never know it,

The constant pain I feel,

Because in the light of day

It almost isn’t real.

Sure, I’ll play, I’ll laugh,

I’ll sing some songs,

But that pain is always lurking

Because it’s been here all along.

And when the darkness comes

With its all-consuming power,

It slowly takes my soul

Hour by dreadful hour.

But they tell me that I’m strong enough.

They swear that it gets better.

They say, “If you can just hold out

and bear this stormy weather.”

They tell me, “You will be happy one day.

All you need do is fight.”

But what they seem to forget

Is after each day comes the night.

And so I act along.

I play my part

While this crushing darkness

Slowly breaks my heart.

9. From Oppression Comes Light

       by Erik Whitehead

Depression is oppression.

It’s a deadly hidden message

Defined by self-hate.

It seals its prisoner’s fate.

It holds you captive and throws out the key.

It stabs and jabs just to see you bleed,

Inflicting wounds that scar for life.

Destruction is its mother and death its wife.

You can cry, but it will always ignore your screams.

It terrorizes your soul and haunts your dreams.

It sends you false hope through a bottle or pill.

It destroys your goals and inflicts its will.

You can’t run, nor can you hide.

By its rules you will abide

Until it celebrates that you have died.

Open your eyes, or you will be its prey.

It will blur your vision in the most twisted way.

It will seek your destruction and call for your head.

You will lie and wait but never rest in your bed.

Peace will come to those who want peace,

But as long as you feed him, you will see the beast.

You can’t run, nor can you hide,

But if you conquer the beast, you will survive.

Prayer and hope can lead the way.

Cling on to every word you pray.

Hope is in truth.

Hate is in lies.

Pray for your soul and open your eyes.

10. Struggling With Depression and Suicide

       by Debbie Leads

Days of endless struggle.

More hopeful pills today,

Trying to appear “normal”

In some sort of way.

It seems that the struggle

Is always here with me,

And I wouldn’t be here now

If guilt would leave me be.

I know there’s been many

Who’ve had it worse than I,

But that doesn’t always mean

That I wouldn’t say good-bye.

People say I have a lot going for me.

I’m sorry, but I just can’t see.

I can’t see because my worst enemy

Is not my life but inside of me.

Always on a roller coaster,

Not much consistency.

I’m nothing if I’m not up or down.

I’m nothing if just “me.”

Very little energy,

Wanting to stay in bed,

Wishing to be enthusiastic

Instead of feeling like I’m made of lead.

Wanting to be excited,

Wanting to care for more,

But when nothing makes sense,

It’s hard to focus on the poor.

Cluttered mind, cluttered thinking.

It’s hard to keep in touch

With what is happening around me

And not to worry too much.

I feel that everybody is better than me

And that I can’t do anything right.

This is how I’ve felt my whole dang life;

It didn’t just start last night.

No confidence, no self-esteem.

Everybody else is right.

To speak my mind is to be a fool,

So I just try to “sit tight.”

Any one of these problems

Would be a heavy vice,

But when you have them ALL

Living seems like a roll of the dice.

11. Inside Out

       by Angie M Flores

Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,

Yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.

Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that bring you to ease,

yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness.

Outside lives a girl with a beautiful laugh that’s contagious,

yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger.

Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,

yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and shame.

Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,

yet inside hides a weak girl who lives in fear.

Outside lives a girl full of life,

yet inside hides a girl full of pain, wanting to die.

Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,

yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.

Outside lives a girl of innocence,

yet inside hides a girl with tremendous guilt.

Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,

yet inside lives a girl lost in confusion.

What you see on the outside is my personal disguise.

What hides underneath, you can’t even begin to imagine.

12. Do You Know

       by Michelle Boyd

Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain,

living a life with nothing to gain,

Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame.

A life without peace with no one to blame.

Do you know of a place unseen,

A place that holds only shattered dreams,

A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight,

I am given this gift each and every night.

Do you know of a place so cold,

This is the place I call my soul,

A place without hope or comforting dreams,

A life not worth living wouldn’t it seem.

Do you know of a life that should have never been,

And the feeling that today this life has to end.

One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear,

I am tired of living a life of heartache and despair.

Do you know a person with so much pain inside,

Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries,

Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see,

The only question left will be…

Poems about Sadness to Make You Cry

This collection of poems about sadness explores the complexities of the emotion and its many forms. From lost love to a broken heart, these poignant words will be sure to make you cry.

1. Choice

       by Angela Morgan

I’d rather have the thought of you

To hold against my heart,

My spirit to be taught of you

With west winds blowing,

Than all the warm caresses

Of another love’s bestowing,

Or all the glories of the world

In which you had no part.

I’d rather have the theme of you

To thread my nights and days,

I’d rather have the dream of you

With faint stars glowing,

I’d rather have the want of you,

The rich, elusive taunt of you

Forever and forever and forever unconfessed

Than claim the alien comfort

Of any other’s breast.

O lover! O my lover,

That this should come to me!

I’d rather have the hope of you,

Ah, Love, I’d rather grope for you

Within the great abyss

Than claim another’s kiss-

Alone I’d rather go my way

Throughout eternity.

2. Time Does Not Bring Relief

       by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

Who told me time would ease me of my pain!

I miss him in the weeping of the rain;

I want him at the shrinking of the tide;

The old snows melt from every mountain-side,

And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;

But last year’s bitter loving must remain

Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.

There are a hundred places where I fear

to go,—so with his memory they brim.

And entering with relief some quiet place

where never fell his foot or shone his face

I say, “There is no memory of him here!”

And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

3. Ebb

       by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like

Since your love died:

It is like a hollow ledge

Holding a little pool

Left there by the tide,

A little tepid pool,

Drying inward from the edge.

4. Mad Girl’s Love Song

       by Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,

And arbitrary blackness gallops in:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:

Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,

But I grow old and I forget your name.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;

At least when spring comes they roar back again.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

5. To A Young Girl

       by William Butler Yeats

My dear, my dear, I know

More than another

What makes your heart beat so;

Not even your own mother

Can know it as I know,

Who broke my heart for her

When the wild thought,

That she denies

And has forgot,

Set all her blood astir

And glittered in her eyes.

6. I Shall Not Care

       by Sara Teasdale

When I am dead and over me bright April

Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,

Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,

I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful

When rain bends down the bough,

And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted

Than you are now.

7. A Fallen Leaf

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A trusting little leaf of green,

A bold audacious frost;

A rendezvous, a kiss or two,

And youth for ever lost.

Ah, me!

The bitter, bitter cost.

A flaunting patch of vivid red,

That quivers in the sun;

A windy gust, a grave of dust,

The little race is run.

Ah, me!

Were that the only one?

Wind and Window Flower by Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love,

And list to the love of these,

She a window flower,

And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil

Was melted down at noon,

And the cagèd yellow bird

Hung over her in tune,

He marked her through the pane,

He could not help but mark,

And only passed her by,

To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,

Concerned with ice and snow,

Dead weeds and unmated birds,

And little of love could know.

But he sighed upon the sill,

He gave the sash a shake,

As witness all within

Who lay that night awake.

Perchance he half prevailed

To win her for the flight

From the firelit looking-glass

And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside

And thought of naught to say,

And morning found the breeze

A hundred miles away.

8. Lone Gentleman

       by Pablo Neruda

The gay young men and the love-sick girls,

and the abandoned widows suffering in sleepless delirium,

and the young pregnant wives of thirty hours,

and the raucous cats that cruise my garden in the shadows,

like a necklace of pulsating oysters of sex

surround my lonely residence,

like enemies lined up against my soul,

like conspirators in bedroom clothes

who exchange long deep kisses to order.

The radiant summer leads to lovers

in predictable melancholic regiments,

made of fat and skinny, sad and happy pairings:

under the elegant coconut palms, near the ocean and the moon,

goes an endless movement of trousers and dresses,

a whisper of silk stockings being caressed,

and womens breasts that sparkle like eyes.

The little employee, after it all,

after the weeks boredom, and novels read by night in bed,

has definitively seduced the girl next door,

and carried her away to a run-down movie house

where the heroes are studs or princes mad with passion,

and strokes her legs covered with soft down

with his moist and ardent hands that smell of cigarettes.

The seducers afternoons and married peoples nights

come together like the sheets and bury me,

and the hours after lunch when the young male students

and the young girl students, and the priests, masturbate,

and the creatures fornicate outright,

and the bees smell of blood, and the flies madly buzz,

and boy and girl cousins play oddly together,

and doctors stare in fury at the young patients husband,

and the morning hours in which the professor, as if to pass the time,

performs his marriage duties, and breakfasts,

and moreover, the adulterers, who love each other truly

on beds as high and deep as ocean liners:

finally, eternally surrounding me

is a gigantic forest breathing and tangled

with gigantic flowers like mouths with teeth

and black roots in the shape of hooves and shoes.

9. Love is Not All

       by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink

And rise and sink and rise and sink again;

Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath,

Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;

Yet many a man is making friends with death

Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.

It well may be that in a difficult hour,

Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,

Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,

I might be driven to sell your love for peace,

Or trade the memory of this night for food.

It well may be. I do not think I would.

10. You Left Me

       by Emily Dickinson

You left me—Sire—two Legacies—

A Legacy of Love

A Heavenly Father would suffice

Had He the offer of—

You left me Boundaries of Pain—

Capacious as the Sea—

Between Eternity and Time—

Your Consciousness—and Me—

11. Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines

       by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is shattered

and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes?

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. to feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her?

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. in the distance someone is singing. in the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.

Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last verses that I write for her.

12. A Farewell to False Love

       by Walter Raleigh

Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies,

A mortal foe and enemy to rest,

An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,

A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,

A way of error, a temple full of treason,

In all effects contrary unto reason.

A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,

Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,

A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers

As moisture lend to every grief that grows;

A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,

A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.

A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,

A siren song, a fever of the mind,

A maze wherein affection finds no end,

A raging cloud that runs before the wind,

A substance like the shadow of the sun,

A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,

A path that leads to peril and mishap,

A true retreat of sorrow and despair,

An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure’s lap,

A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,

A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

Sith then thy trains my younger years betrayed,

And for my faith ingratitude I find;

And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed,

Whose course was ever contrary to kind:

False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.

Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

May by Sara Teasdale

The wind is tossing the lilacs,

The new leaves laugh in the sun,

And the petals fall on the orchard wall,

But for me the spring is done.

Beneath the apple blossoms

I go a wintry way,

For love that smiled in April

Is false to me in May.

Poems about Sadness and Death

Sadness and death are universal experiences that have been explored in poetry since the earliest times. These sad poems about death brings together a selection of poems that reflect on these emotions and experiences.

1. After the Funeral

       by Kelly Roper

The funeral is over,

And everyone has gone home.

It’s just me and my thoughts now,

And I’m sitting here alone.

The house seems so quiet,

and I’m not sure what to do.

I can’t remember how I lived

before the day that I met you.

Maybe I should just stop thinking.

And take myself to bed.

I’ll crawl beneath the covers,

And lay down my weary head.

Tomorrow is a new day,

The first of many that I’ll face

Without you here beside me,

Without your strength, your wit, your grace.

I’ll try to carry on

or at least I’ll try to exist.

Until one day you reach for me,

And guide me into death’s mist.

2. Tears on My Pillow

       by Kelly Roper

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Tears on my pillow,

I can’t count how many I’ve cried.

I feel so awfully hollow,

Almost like it’s me that died.

How long will I feel so empty,

Will this heartache ever end?

How long will I have to wait,

Until we meet in Heaven, my friend?

3. Conversation Interrupted

       by Kelly Roper

There’s so much left unspoken,

Too soon for our conversation to end.

I thought we’d have so many more years,

And so much more time to spend.

I wasn’t finished with my “I love you”

I had a million more to go.

You were my life, my lover, my friend,

And I wanted you to know.

I’m not ready to let you go

Off into that brilliant light.

I’d rather have kept you here with me,

And hung on with all my might.

But it’s too late, death has stolen you away

and there’s nothing left I can do.

So I’ll have to be patient until the day comes

when I can talk again with you.

4. Death Has Parted Us

       by Kelly Roper

Death has parted us my dear,

Something no mortal could do.

And I am left behind now,

Feeling oh so lost and blue.

No more will I rise each morning,

To see your dear, sweet face,

To hear you say good morning,

And fold me in your embrace.

We’ve kissed our final good night,

And we’ve said our last goodbye.

And now there’s nothing for me to do

but remember you my love, and cry.

5. Untimely Death of A Child

       by Kelly Roper

A life so young and full of hope,

Cut down in its shining prime.

The death of a child never seems right,

A child should have so much more time.

A child should laugh and play and sing,

Not listen to the death knell ring.

Oh death, you are a heartless thing

To steal the life of a child.

6. I Thought We Had More Time

       by Thomma Lyn Grindstaff

You brought me into this world,

And you raised me up strong.

I thought we had more time,

But I know now I was wrong.

If I could see you one more time,

See your much-loved face.

If only I could tell you thanks

and feel your sweet embrace.

Did you know how much I love you

before you had to pass?

If we only had more time,

I wouldn’t have to ask.

Why did I have to wait?

You’re gone, and it’s too late.

I worry about you not knowing,

And my tears will not stop flowing.

Death snatched you away,

And I must bear my shame.

I can say I love you in my heart,

But it’s just not the same.

7. I’ll See You Again Someday

       by Thomma Lyn Grindstaff

With your tail wagging

And your warm eyes so bright,

You were always happy to greet me,

Ever my heart’s delight.

I’ll no longer see you in this life

Tomorrow or today

But I know, somehow, some way,

I’ll see you again someday.

We’ll run straight to each other,

And my tears of joy will flow.

I’ll kiss your fur and sweet, wet nose

and never let you go.

For now, I have my memories,

Your toys and an old chewed shoe.

And I have a ragged hole in my heart

Shaped exactly like you.

8. Death’s Reality

       by Kelly Roper


The taker of life…

The bringer of sorrow…

The comforter of the afflicted…

The enemy of loved ones…

The ultimate destiny of every living being.

9. Shroud of Grief

       by Kelly Roper

Death is like a cold, gray shroud.

It lays heavy on my shoulders,

and wraps me in its comfortless embrace.

Lost Without You

by Michele Meleen

Map without compass,

night sky without the North Star,

I’m lost without you.

10. You Can Never Lose A Friend

       by Michele Meleen

Friendship surpasses time,

I’m sure I’ll find,

When I stop crying

That you’re still here

In heart and mind.

11. Forever My Family

       by Michele Meleen

In life and death

we’re family.

Through thick and thin,

Happiness and grief.

Wherever you’ve gone,

I’ll try to see,

You are forever my family.

12. Turn Again to Life

       by Mary Hall

“If I should die, and leave you here a while,

Be not like others sore undone,

who keep long vigils by the silent dust and weep.

For my sake, turn again to life, and smile,

Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do

Something to comfort weaker hearts than thine,

Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine,

And I, perchance, may therein comfort you!”

Final Thoughts

We have explored the depths of broken heart sadness and its effects on life.

No matter how broken our hearts may be, we can find solace in the words of broken heart sad poetry

Deep sad poetry is a powerful tool to express our feelings and emotions, and to help us heal.

It provides comfort and understanding in times of despair. This article has provided insight into the struggles of those with broken hearts, and hopefully it has given readers some comfort and hope in the midst of their sorrow.

We invite readers to share their own experiences in the comments section below, and to join us in finding beauty in the journey of healing.

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