Top 100 Poems About: LOSS

In this page, poems on / about “loss” are listed.
  • 1.
    Loss And Gain

    When I compare
    What I have lost with what I have gained,
    What I have missed with what attained,
    Little room do I find for pride. read more »

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • 2.
    A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I


    A loss of something ever felt I—
    The first that I could recollect read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 3.
    The Loss Of Love

    All through an empty place I go,
    And find her not in any room;
    The candles and the lamps I light
    Go down before a wind of gloom. read more »

    Countee Cullen
  • 4.
    Loss Of Memory

    I thank the loss of my memory
    Of those days when I had not a friend
    I am thankful to the memory
    Of those great moments when we are together read more »

    hariharans sundaram
  • 5.
    Mother's Loss

    If I could clasp my little babe
    Upon my breast to-night,
    I would not mind the blowing wind
    That shrieketh in affright. read more »

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  • 6.
    What Is Loss?

    I resent
    What loss represents
    I resent
    What great loss presents read more »

    Sylvia Chidi
  • 7.
    Loss And Gain

    Virtue runs before the muse
    And defies her skill,
    She is rapt, and doth refuse
    To wait a painter's will. read more »

    Ralph Waldo Emerson
  • 8.
    Loss, Lost, Lust

    I was lost 6 months ago
    It was lust that drove my soul
    I couldn't controll...
    what happened that night read more »

    alley 091
  • 9.
    Lines On The Loss Of The "Titanic"

    In a solitude of the sea
    Deep from human vanity,
    And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. read more »

    Thomas Hardy
  • 10.
    The Loss Of The Eurydice

    The Eurydice—it concerned thee, O Lord:
    Three hundred souls, O alas! on board,
    Some asleep unawakened, all un- read more »

    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  • 11.
    First Loss

    AH! who'll e'er those days restore,

    Those bright days of early love
    Who'll one hour again concede, read more »

    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  • 12.

    Into the thousands
    he flows and blends,
    squeezes in a quick breakfast,
    gets into his workshop read more »

    p a noushad
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