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The Most Meaningful Burden to Bear | | ....... in pride as we bear the most meaningful burden, side by side. as we paint the future, let's create a powerful scene. one that still allows .......... |
Remembering my classmates
| | ....... & interviews, nicknames to last bench games, dance rehearsals to love propsals, short term crushes to classroom blushes. .......... |
A Sailor's Story | | A Sailor went sailing One stormy night. the black sky was lit by lightning. A wave rushed up And his boat was overturned. The Sailor awoke To find himself lying In the arms of a beautiful maiden. Trust in me And I'll take you to places never seen. Oh beautiful maid Please take .......... |
ARMS | | ARMS I LOST A LOT OF THINGS... WHEN YOU WERE AWAY IN YOUR REIGN. AND IN THE USUAL TERRITORY OF BYPASSING PEOPLE... I KEPT MYSELF HIDDEN. WHEN THE QUESTIONS ECHOED... I STEEPED INTO SILENCE... AND HEARD YOUR VOICE CALLING COMMANDS. IN THE PREVAILING OF THE ROSE... THE ECSTASY IS .......... |
Daddy | | my dearest daddy 'i love you', i think of you each day. i feel your arms around me, that's how i get through my days. your looking down upon .......... |
My Release | | ....... felt like it rose up to my throat as you choked the life from me i cried with pain; can barely speak your name throat swelling burning like a .......... |
Lonely | | day after days, night after night, the world moves as i stay still. staring at my plain dark bedroom wall. mother knocks on my door, but i feel .......... |
My Dear Sweet Tosha | | my dear sweet tosha my dear sweet tosha, i miss you so your dark brown eyes still flood my soul just one look, you always knew where to go and .......... |
Lonely Black Tears | | i'm sitting here sad and all alone crying lonely black tears no one around to help me no one, not that i can i see just leave me be to cry my .......... |
Memories | | ........ heart apart. the memories keep holding on, they are oh so strong, and for the darkest nights i rest, i pray for a brighter day. | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | | Sadness Grief Poems: 21-30 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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