Poems about Sad

• Tiny Feet

  A child's tiny feet,
  Blue, blue with cold,

  by Gabriela Mistral 23 lines, 1 comment
• Murdering Beauty

  I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face,
  Since ruin harbours there in every place ;

  by Thomas Carew 9 lines, 2 comments
• The Old Fiddle

  By Chinese Charley's junk-store, by the Panama Saloon,
  Where 'longshore loafers lean and spit, at morning, night, and noon, —

  by Cicely Fox Smith 63 lines, 2 comments
• To One who Loved not Poetry

  THOU liest dead, and there will be no memory left behind
  Of thee or thine in all the earth, for never didst thou bind

  by Sappho 4 lines, 3 comments
• The Inca

  'Tis eve, the sun is sinking in the lake—
  The lake, all glorious with his golden beams,

  by Louisa Stuart Costello 23 lines
• "My Heart Is Sick With Longing"

  My heart is sick with longing, tho' I feed
  On hope; Time goes with such a heavy pace

  by Thomas Hood 14 lines
• A Lament

  O World! O Life! O Time!
  On whose last steps I climb,

  by Percy Bysshe Shelley 10 lines, 4 comments
• Your pain is....

  Your pain is the breaking of the shell
  that encloses your understanding.

  by Khalil Gibran 29 lines
• Gortnamona

  Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,
  I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree;

  by William Percy French 12 lines, 3 comments
• Now I understand!

  Now I understand!
  When to remember me

  by Saigyo 5 lines, 5 comments
• The Maiden's Vow

  I've made a vow, I'll keep it true,
  I'll never married be;

  by Carolina Oliphant 13 lines
• On Parting

  Pearl of the Sea! Star of the West!
  Beautiful Cuba! Your brilliant sky

  by Gertrudis Gomez de Avellaneda 16 lines
• Nurse No Long Grief

  Oh, could we weep,
  And weeping bring relief!

  by Dame Mary Gilmore DBE 14 lines
• Last Night

  Last
  night

  by Li Ching Chao 31 lines, 1 comment
• Old Lem

  They got the judges
  They go the lawyers

  by Sterling A Brown 70 lines, 2 comments
• Dead Fires

  If this is peace, this dead and leaden thing,
  Then better far the hateful fret, the sting.

  by Jesse Redmond Fauset 9 lines, 4 comments
• It was not death, for I stood up

  It was not death, for I stood up,
  And all the dead lie down.

  by Emily Dickinson 28 lines, 1 comment
• Memory

  I go not to the grave to weep,
  But to my heart, wherein I keep

  by John Bannister Tabb 8 lines, 2 comments
• Mourning His Concubine

  From now on
  Coldly autumn winds

  by Otomo no Yakamochi 5 lines, 1 comment
• Have You News of my Boy Jack?

  'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
  Not this tide.

  by Rudyard Kipling 17 lines, 1 comment
• O Navio Negreiro Part 6 (With English Translation)

  Existe um povo que a bandeira empresta 
  P'ra cobrir tanta infâmia e cobardia!… 

  by Antonio de Castro Alves 63 lines, 3 comments
• Chatterton's Will

  Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me see
  That Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee,

  by Thomas Chatterton 77 lines, 2 comments
• The Dog Lovers

  So they bought you
  And kept you in a

  by Spike Milligan 17 lines, 7 comments
• The Great Titanic

  It was on one Monday morning just about one o'clock
  When that great Titanic began to reel and rock;

  by Anonymous Americas 29 lines, 4 comments
• To The Tune Of

  The fragrance of the pink lotus
  fails, the jade mat hints of autumn.

  by Li Ching Chao 13 lines
• Intrigue

  THOU art my love
  And thou art the peace of sundown

  by Stephen Maria Crane 68 lines, 19 comments
• Upon my breast

  Upon my breast
  Floats a boat of heartbreak

  by Ono no Komachi 5 lines, 11 comments
• Lady, Lady

  Lady, Lady, I saw your face,
  Dark as night withholding a star . . .

  by Anne Spencer 17 lines
• Life Brought Me So I Came

  The life brought me so I came; the death takes me away so I go
  Neither I came on my own nor I go with my will

  by Zauq 23 lines
• To the Tune

  Fragrant flowers fell to dust when the wind stopped.
  It's getting late, but I'm wearied of dressing my hair.

  by Li Ching Chao 8 lines, 1 comment

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