Poems about Sad

• The Grave

  There is a low and lonely place of rest,
  Upon whose couch the worn and wearied frame

  by Eliza Acton 13 lines, 3 comments
• Little Charlie

  A violet grew by the river-side,
  And gladdened all hearts with its bloom;

  by Horatio Alger Jr 40 lines
• 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
• Ladys Tomb

  As in the gardens, all through May, the rose,
  Lovely, and young, and fair apparelled,

  by Pierre de Ronsard 15 lines
• Ethiopia

  Yes, Ethiopia yet shall stretch
  Her bleeding hands abroad;

  by Frances Ellen Watkins 33 lines, 1 comment
• The Death-Song

  Mother, mother! my heart is wild,
  Hold me upon your bosom dear,

  by Frances Anne Kemble 24 lines
• A Cruel Mistress

  We read of kings and gods that kindly took
  A pitcher fill'd with water from the brook ;

  by Thomas Carew 17 lines
• I Shall Soon Fall Prey To Rot

  I shall soon fall prey to rot.
  Though it's hard to die, it's good to die;

  by Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov 16 lines, 4 comments
• So Long (All Coiled Down)

  All coiled down, an' it's time for us to go;
  Every sail's furled in a neat harbour stow;

  by Cicely Fox Smith 18 lines, 1 comment
• Suspiro (Yearning)

  Si en tus recuerdos ves algún día
  entre la niebla de lo pasado

  by Jose Asuncion Silva 36 lines
• A Dead Woman

  Not a kiss in life; but one kiss, at life’s end,
  I have set on the face of Death in trust for thee.

  by Henry Cuyler Bunner 4 lines
• O Death Rock Me Asleep

  Death, rock me asleep,
  Bring me to quiet rest,

  by Anne Boleyn 36 lines, 1 comment
• The Road to Gundagai

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

  by A B Banjo Paterson 44 lines
• Song.—Thou art gone

  Thou art gone, and the brilliant light that shone
  In the track of thy way is fled;

  by Louisa Stuart Costello 8 lines, 1 comment
• The Widow's House

  What of this house with massive walls
      And small-paned windows, gay with blooms?

  by Sarah Orne Jewett 36 lines
• The Rendezvous

  He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour.
  Distant, across the thundering organ-swell,

  by Alan Seeger 64 lines, 2 comments
• The Desolate Star

  Little winds of dawn come gently to them,
  All the living stars, the other stars.

  by Robin Hyde 24 lines, 1 comment
• The Suicide

  For fifty years,
  Cruel, insatiable Old World.

  by James Weldon Johnson 23 lines
• The Mourner

  Yes! there are real mourners -- I have seen
  A fair, sad girl, mild, suffering, and serene;

  by George Crabbe 94 lines
• O, how sad

  O, how sad!
  Why of visitors

  by Saigyo 5 lines, 2 comments
• A Woman Wanders Through The Fields

  A woman wanders through the fields
  And idly makes a daisy-chain.

  by Douglas Gibson 15 lines, 18 comments
• Try and don't let me grieve

  Try and don't let me grieve. Come and try to extinguish
  This wild onslaught of sadness that rumbles like mercury in Torricellian void.

  by Boris Pasternak 6 lines
• Epitaph [To This Grave Is Committed]"

  I was a friend, On this sad stone a pious look bestow,
  Nor uninstructed read this tale of woe;

  by James Beattie 13 lines
• Croquet

  In a garden where the may made the straggling fences gay
  And the roses cream and scarlet shed their petals on the breeze

  by Alice Guerin Crist 24 lines
• The Geate A-Vallen To

  In the zunsheen of our zummers
  Wi’ the hay time now a-come,

  by William Barnes 44 lines, 1 comment
• Beta'alluqii

  shaam hotii hai sahar hotii hai ye vaqt-e-ravaa.N
  jo kabhii mere sar pe sang-garaa.N ban ke giraa

  by Akhtar-Ul-Iman 9 lines, 2 comments
• Penas (Verso XXXIV)

  ¡Penas! ¿Quién osa decir
  Que tengo yo penas? Luego,

  by Jose Marti 15 lines
• Tränen des Vaterlandes

  The church is overthrown; our mighty men are slain;
  The town hall lies in dust; our towers burn;

  by Andreas Gryphius 30 lines
• Spanish Song

  Nay, Inez, no more persuade;
  Those are sounds that to glory should move:

  by Louisa Stuart Costello 16 lines
• As She Passes

  When I am sitting at the window,
  Through the panes, which the snow blurs,

  by Fernando Pessoa 12 lines

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