Poems about Sad

• Midnight

  Unfathomable Night! how dost thou sweep
  Over the flooded earth, and darkly hide

  by Thomas Hood 14 lines
• La perla de la mora

  Una mora de Trípoli tenía
  Una perla rosada, una gran perla:

  by Jose Marti 11 lines
• Greek Funeral Chant Or Myriologue

  A WAIL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,
  Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother sung.

  by Felicia Dorothea Hemans 70 lines
• An Aboriginal Mother's Lament: Early Version

  Still farther would I fly, my child,
      To make thee safer yet,

  by Charles Harpur 52 lines, 1 comment
• A Baby's Death

  A little soul scarce fledged for earth
  Takes wing with heaven again for goal

  by Algernon Charles Swinburne 78 lines
• Despair

  Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near!
  No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!

  by Ada Cambridge 14 lines
• Battlefield

  Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleep
  bloods clot the patches where they oozed

  by August Stramm 8 lines, 1 comment
• The Cattle-Dog's Death

  The Plains lay bare on the homeward route,
  And the march was heavy on man and brute;

  by Henry Lawson 43 lines, 2 comments
• A Child's Grave

  More than a hundred years ago
      They raised for her this little stone;

  by Sarah Orne Jewett 40 lines, 2 comments
• Years Have Trailed Past

  Years have trailed past like clouds over a country,
  And they'll never return, for they're gone forever,

  by Mihai Eminescu 16 lines, 1 comment
• Hastings Mill

  As I went down by Hastings Mill I lingered in my going
  To smell the smell of piled-up deals and feel the salt wind blowing,

  by Cicely Fox Smith 24 lines, 7 comments
• Childless Woman

  The womb
  Rattles its pod, the moon

  by Sylvia Plath 18 lines
• I Go Out On The Road Alone

  Alone I set out on the road;
  The flinty path is sparkling in the mist;

  by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov 49 lines, 2 comments
• My pony and I

  My pony and I go to Songdo,
  where Koryo reigned five hundred years.

  by Kil Chae 7 lines, 1 comment
• Domingo Triste

  Las campanas, el sol, el cielo claro
  me llenan de tristeza, y en los ojos

  by Jose Marti 26 lines
• Serenade of Farewell

  Ah, the moon, which rose to the sky
  is not the same that saw you

  by Vinicius de Moraes 32 lines, 1 comment
• The Wanderer

  All day they loitered by the resting ships,
  Telling their beauties over, taking stock;

  by John Masefield 308 lines, 1 comment
• Corn Grinders

  O little mouse, why dost thou cry
  While merry stars laugh in the sky?

  by Sarojini Naidu 27 lines
• Sorrow of the Frontier Guards

  My great lord
  Gave a dread command:

  by Otomo no Yakamochi 45 lines
• The Wedding Band

  The girl smiled and said: What
  is the secret of this gold ring,

  by Forough Farrokhzad 20 lines
• 'Ostler Joe

  I stood at eve, as the sun went down, by a grave where a woman lies,
  Who lured men's souls to the shores of sin with the light of h

  by George Robert Sims 111 lines, 3 comments
• Do You Remember Once . . .

  Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,
  The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays

  by Alan Seeger 68 lines
• Sick Room

  How quiet
  It is in this sick room

  by Langston Hughes 11 lines
• The Homeless Ghost

  Still flowed the music, flowed the wine.
  The youth in silence went;

  by George MacDonald 213 lines
• The Road to Gundagai

  The mountain road goes up and down
  From Gundagai to Tumut Town.

  by A B 'Banjo' Paterson 44 lines, 7 comments
• Elegy On The Death Of A Young Man

  Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers,

  by Friedrich von Schiller 108 lines
• The Death Of Lesbia’s Sparrow

  Mourn, O you Loves and Cupids
  and such of you as love beauty:

  by Gaius Valerius Catullus 17 lines
• Tears

  There are tears that fall in grief and sadness;
  Slow and mournfully the cheek they stain,

  by Zabel Assadour 24 lines, 4 comments
• The Children

  These were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our sight.
  We have only the memory left of their hometreasured sayings and laughter.

  by Rudyard Kipling 26 lines
• Dungeon

  He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
  I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into

  by Rabindranath Tagore 6 lines, 3 comments

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