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Poems About Sad
- A Sad Childby Margaret Atwood
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll...more
- A Fairly Sad Taleby Dorothy Parker
I think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush and roar of fire,...more
- ‘and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?’by Alfred Lord Tennyson
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'
‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
- Be Not Sadby James Joyce
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?...more
- The Sad Motherby Gabriela Mistral
Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest....more
- A Sad State Of Freedomby Nazim Hikmet
You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;...more
- Sad In Blue (A Lyric)by Peter S. Quinn
Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side...more
- Sadby Cristina Geanta
sad for all the time my embrace was empty of you
sad for being stubborn to be sad
sad for touching objects baring your presence...more
- For A Sad Ladyby Dorothy Parker
- To A Sad Daughterby Michael Ondaatje
All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
Belligerent goalies are your ideal....more
- Baseball's Sad Lexiconby Franklin Pierce Adams
These are the saddest of possible words:
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Trio of Bear-cubs, fleeter than birds,
Tinker to Evers to Chance....more
- In My Own Shire, If I Was Sadby Alfred Edward Housman
In my own shire, if I was sad,
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;...more
- To The Sad Moonby Sir Philip Sidney
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What! May it be that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?...more
- My Sad Captainsby Thom Gunn
One by one they appear in
the darkness: a few friends, and
a few with historical
names. How late they start to shine!...more
- Sad-Eyed And Soft And Greyby William Morris
Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn!
Across the long grass of the marshy plain
Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain,
Thy lark forgets that May is grown forlorn...more
- With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skyby William Wordsworth
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky,
"How silently, and with how wan a face!"
Where art thou? Thou so often seen on high
Running among the clouds a Wood-nymph's race!...more
- Close Those Sad Sad Eyesby Beautiful Grim
Close those sad sad eyes girl,
and let your feelings wash away,
Bring up nothing more than what you want to say,
So close those sad sad eyes girl,...more
- Sad Green Eyesby Linda Ori
You look at me with sad green eyes,
I'm overcome with feeling-
Such deep emotion they disguise,
Yet send my senses reeling; They speak to me of loneliness...more
- Sit Down, Sad Soulby Barry Cornwall
SIT down, sad soul, and count
The moments flying:
Come,—tell the sweet amount
That ’s lost by sighing!...more
- Sad Is Stupidby Alison Cassidy
I'm sorry you're sad
'I'm not sad.
Don't use that word....more
- Bored And Sadby Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
It's boring and sad, and there's no one around
In times of my spirit's travail...
Desires!...What use is our vain and eternal desire?..
While years pass on by - all the best years!...more
- The Journey Of A Poem Compared To All The Sad Variety Of Travelby Delmore Schwartz
A poem moves forward,
Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress
A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of repetetiveoccurrence...more
- Weep You No More, Sad Fountainsby Anonymous Olde English
Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven's sun doth gently waste....more
- Peacock Story 8 - A Sad Poemby Alison Cassidy
five freckled eggs
nestled under warm feathers...more
- The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sadby Robert Herrick
Dull to myself, and almost dead to these,
My many fresh and fragrant mistresses;
Lost to all music now, since every thing
Puts on the semblance here of sorrowing....more