Top 100 Poems About: GRIEF

In this page, poems on / about “grief” are listed.
  • 1.
    On His Deceased Wife

    METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint
       Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
       Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave,
       Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint. read more »

    John Milton
  • 2.
    The Widow's Lament In Springtime

    Sorrow is my own yard
    where the new grass
    flames as it has flamed
    often before but not read more »

    William Carlos Williams
  • 3.
    Out, Out

    The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
    And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
    Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
    And from there those that lifted eyes could count read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 4.
    I Measure Every Grief I Meet (561)

    I measure every Grief I meet
    With narrow, probing, Eyes--
    I wonder if It weighs like Mine--
    Or has an Easier size. read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 5.
    To Be, Or Not To Be (Hamlet, Act Iii, Scene I)

    To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, read more »

    William Shakespeare
  • 6.

    Though he, that ever kind and true,
    Kept stoutly step by step with you,
    Your whole long, gusty lifetime through,
    Be gone a while before, read more »

    Robert Louis Stevenson
  • 7.

    Putting up new curtains,
    other windows intrude.
    As though it is that first winter in Cambridge
    when you and I had just moved in. read more »

    Ruth Stone
  • 8.
    Rose Aylmer

    Ah, what avails the sceptred race!
    Ah, what the form divine!
    What every virtue, every grace!
    Rose Aylmer, all were thine. read more »

    Walter Savage Landor
  • 9.
    Song Of Despair

    The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
    The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. read more »

    Pablo Neruda
  • 10.
    'My True Love Hath My Heart And I Have His'

    None ever was in love with me but grief.
    She wooed my from the day that I was born;
    She stole my playthings first, the jealous thief,
    And left me there forlorn. read more »

    Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
  • 11.

    Strew on her roses, roses,
    And never a spray of yew!
    In quiet she reposes;
    Ah, would that I did too! read more »

    Matthew Arnold
  • 12.
    I Found Her Out There

    I found her out there
    On a slope few see,
    That falls westwardly
    To the sharp-edged air, read more »

    Thomas Hardy
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