Top 100 Poems About: SAD

In this page, poems on / about “sad” are listed.
  • 1.
    A Sad Child

    You're sad because you're sad.
    It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
    Go see a shrink or take a pill,
    or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll read more »

    Margaret Atwood
  • 2.
    A Fairly Sad Tale

    I think that I shall never know
    Why I am thus, and I am so.
    Around me, other girls inspire
    In men the rush and roar of fire, read more »

    Dorothy Parker
  • 3.
    ‘and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?’

    'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'

    ‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
    OVID. read more »

    Alfred Lord Tennyson
  • 4.
    The Sad Mother

    Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
    without worry, without fear,
    although my soul does not sleep,
    although I do not rest. read more »

    Gabriela Mistral
  • 5.
    Be Not Sad

    Be not sad because all men
    Prefer a lying clamour before you:
    Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
    Can they dishonour you? read more »

    James Joyce
  • 6.
    Sad In Blue (A Lyric)

    Sad sad sad in blue
    For sad sad sad you
    The moon is all bluish tonight
    The night is all dark out side read more »

    Peter S. Quinn
  • 7.
    A Sad State Of Freedom

    You waste the attention of your eyes,
    the glittering labour of your hands,
    and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
    of which you'll taste not a morsel; read more »

    Nazim Hikmet
  • 8.
    To A Sad Daughter

    All night long the hockey pictures
    gaze down at you
    sleeping in your tracksuit.
    Belligerent goalies are your ideal. read more »

    Michael Ondaatje
  • 9.

    sad for all the time my embrace was empty of you
    sad for being stubborn to be sad

    sad for touching objects baring your presence read more »

    Cristina Geanta
  • 10.
    For A Sad Lady

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    Dorothy Parker
  • 11.
    Baseball's Sad Lexicon

    These are the saddest of possible words:
    Tinker to Evers to Chance.
    Trio of Bear-cubs, fleeter than birds,
    Tinker to Evers to Chance. read more »

    Franklin Pierce Adams
  • 12.
    In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad

    In my own shire, if I was sad,
    Homely comforters I had:
    The earth, because my heart was sore,
    Sorrowed for the son she bore; read more »

    Alfred Edward Housman
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