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My Butterfly | | As I wandered through those fenced in fields among those flowers, you're almost concealed I wrap my fingers carefully around you don't know I'm there, I didn't make a sound No matter how soft I am, I bruise your light wings not knowing the damage, a song I sing Caged in my grip, you .......... |
Pappy | | Every night. I roll into my soft cushioned bed, and such a sight, I see right in front of my head. The light reflecting in, I start to think about the lights dim, and wonder if that's a sin, or if that could be him. Is it something from the past, that's hanging over me, that .......... |
Goodbye Friend | | ....... short to memories now we must resort. for everyone he had a smile and he loved to sit and talk awhile. now in our hearts herschel still lives .......... |
Hope | | A seed floating in the wind with no direction Slowly fading away, it has no protection Lands on the bank but sees no reflection A choice must be made, life's intersection Grow into a tree or fade into the past Soar like an eagle, this spring may be it's last A decision must be made before .......... |
At the End of an Old Country Road | | ....... a weeping willow under it lies a man not of strength or power but of loss and pain. the loss of a child and wife and his own life slipping away in the .......... |
You | | ....... shelter. i stayed and am trying to stay warm. i beg for mercy and cry for death. but i am still here and will build a house so you can come and .......... |
Young Girl | | ....... like to complain. she's tried to take her life away, hoping to take away the pain. doesn't matter what she has to display, til she hears that pouring .......... |
Auschwitz | | ....... adamant rock and the unrelenting cracks of whips. i smell the odor of death and decay flowing through the camp. i also smell a hint of .......... |
Blind | | i was so blind why did i not recognize all the sadness drowning in her eyes? i was too busy to take some time and ask her what was on her .......... |
The Fake | | ....... kind; i tell how it is ' no once upon a time, i'm masked by children and death is on my mind, god help me for i have sinned, a wolf can't blow .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| Next> >> | | Sadness Grief Poems: 31-40 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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