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That Sometimers Disease | | my father, the head of a wonderful family, five boys, one girl, and a wife he loves deeply. spends all of his days at the business of .......... |
Left Alone | | ....... how to tell you or how to start for now and forever more we are apart i love you with all my heart even though we are still so far .......... |
Forgotten Sanity | | ....... feel my body growing cold shaking, shivering, fade away trembling under death's sweet kiss i'm too far led astray. leave me helpless on the .......... |
Piercing Through | | Shards of glass fall from the sky as I sit alone and cry The shards cut in my skin and I know it will again Leave me broken on the floor as it always has before Your sympathy's not there and no one seems to care My blood soaks in the ground as you slowly watch me drown You'll .......... |
Black and White | | ....... it feels so good…but it's just too bad. i feel so happy…but i'm just too sad. will you open up your mind and let me come inside?...or will you .......... |
MOTHERLESS CHILD SAYS GOODBYE | | ....... have i not found happiness, in this planet of ours where i was filled with sadness, inside the heart of the motherless so helpless, seeking for a .......... |
To Remember a Loved One | | ....... years. the moment the flow of her fountain completely ceased, all of her pain and troubles were right then released. now in a place where she no .......... |
I'm Ready to give up | | ....... of fighting 'bout to give up just let it go don't need this pain it's breaking my heart don't want to leave you but it's causing me .......... |
Tears Every Night | | ....... no mom or dad. no true family that will love her. she's all alone in the dark. praying that some day some how things will get better. she wishes .......... |
Questions | | why am i still crying? why am i still hurting? why am i still mourning for something i know is gone? why am i suffering from a decision you .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| Next> >> | | Sadness Grief Poems: 51-60 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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