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Despair | | ....... not strong enough, not smart enough, simply not enough". he is a light in my darkness that i fear everyday will go out and leave me to me, to my .......... |
To My Husband... | | it seems that love has died and walls of anger overbear. i cannot show my tears; nor tell you the reasons why. my heart grows lonely. i feel us .......... |
DEATH OF THE INNOCENT | | I went to a party mom, I remembered what you said you told me not to drink mom, so I drank soda instead. I really felt proud inside mom, the way you said I would I didn't drink and drive mom, even though the others said I should. As I got into the car mom, I knew Id get here in one piece .......... |
I cry | | ....... upon me, it's plain you can not see, that everything you say and do, it breaks my heart in two. you do not understand, i must crawl in a .......... |
My Father | | ........ life like a mini rattle. now i realize i never totallythought of the pain you went through, i hope you can forgive me for from now on, i will be true. |
Often | | ....... no pain at all. life's cleverness of masking the truth with laughter and love. thinking these slips of cover will help one find hope. how .......... |
Tell Me That You Love Me | | ....... pleasure of seeing what you see, the storm has come, my depression hits, the dark clouds is my face, which covers my happiness every bit, the rain .......... |
Pretty Girl | | Pretty Girl Her wrist slit Pretty Girl This is it Pretty Girl Ready to die Pretty Girl No more lies Pretty Girl Always cried Pretty Girl Felt as if it's time she died Pretty Girl Her Heart broken Pretty Girl To many things left .......... |
Total Jerk | | ........ pissed me off you made me mad you made me cry you made me sad you lied to me you made me hurt you made me see your a total jerk |
Alone | | ....... have lost many faces in one too many dreams that only bring on screams. it is breaking my trust in knowing what is to remain at the end of the day. i .......... | | << <Prev 20| 21| 22| 23| 24| 25| 26| 27| 28| 29| 30| Next> >> | | Sadness Grief Poems: 241-250 of 367 |
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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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