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dear teddy | | ....... tell mommies everywhere. to please try hard to understand. how sad it makes us feel; cause the outside pain soon goes away, but .......... |
Silent Screams: The Unheard Jews of 1943 | | Man with the gun, don't you hear my shriek? I yell and I scream. An exit I seek. I wish I was dead, away from it all. I wish I could stand, free and tall. I kick and yell, nowhere to run. You tell me, my life is done. I'm afraid for my life, I want .......... |
"Would anyone notice" | | ....... this day would come, yet you never prepared. you say that she knew i loved her, but did she really? did you pick up the phone when she .......... |
She Remembers | | She remembers When she was just a little girl With her long blond hair thin and straight Her eyes big and blue knowing Knowing more than she can tell Don't touch her And she remembers That night with her little brother Blonde hair, blue eyes just like her But the belt .......... |
All alone | | i float in a pool of darkness cold presses in on me i am alone floating aimlessly i reach for sparks of hope but rather than warm they .......... |
Last Light | | it is dark in this place once filled with hopes and dreams it is now only hatred and pain i am on my own side everyone else stays in the .......... |
When I Cry | | ....... move tediously through my eye. i cry about life, i cry about death, i don't know what is right, and i don't know what is .......... |
forgotten | | i am forgotten in this world of judgementall i can do is repenti am forgotten in this world of painits filling my life with a constant raini am .......... |
Memorys | | Memories flowing in my head,Sometimes makes me feel dead.Crushed in the heart, But needs to start,Forgetting the bad timesThat happened in the past.But some memories don't last.Just pray, that today, The bad memories go .......... |
Beautiful Imperfection | | ....... laying down next to each other at night soft sounds of the one you love sleeping or even the loud sounds of a boarish one sneezing the .......... | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| Next> >> | | Sadness Grief Poems: 1-10 of 367 |
The sad quote
says it all by David Weatherford. “We enjoy warmth because we
have been cold. We appreciate light because we have been in
darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we
have known sadness. Sad poems give us a sense of inspiration
and hope at times. Everyone has their favorite sad songs,
albums, and sad poems and stories to surround them when they are
down. We learn through sadness that one of the best ways to
overcome the struggles life gives us by counting our blessings
and taking with us the inspirations of other’s sad poetry to
learn from them and apply the lessons in our lives. Sad poems
can be the breaking grounds for improvement of our character and
get us through the hardships we face in life.
POETRY IS THE VOICE OF THE HEART
Sadness, grief and sorrow are emotions we all experience. Poets and writers have long realized how expressing your emotions with words can help in dealing with the pain. To give words to your deepest feelings, to shape your most painful emotions into verse, to release the pain locked in your heart; this is the true power of the poem.
MANY FAMOUS POETS WROTE SAD POEMS
Some of the most famous poets lived sad, dark, depressed lives filled with pain, loneliness, depression and even suicide. These poets were artists who used words to express their painful and sad feelings and share them with the world. These words joined together became poetry, sad poetry filled with their yearnings for relief from their pain. Their unbearable sadness was the catalyst for some of the best poems ever written.
SUBMIT YOUR OWN SAD POETRY
We encourage all of you, both experienced poets and amateur poets to submit your own sad poetry to the White Oak Press Poetry Contest. If you are feeling sad or lonely, go ahead and use the wonderful art of poetry to express your feelings through poetry. Even if you are not an experienced poet, you can still learn to use poetry to express yourself. Sad poems and sad love poems are the second most common category of poem submitted to our poetry contest. Join us in using the art of poetry to get relief from the painful emotions that we all feel at times.
"Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content."
~ Alfred de Musset (1810-1857)
"All things grow with time - except grief"
"He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it"
~ Turkish Prove
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Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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