Top 100 Poems About: SAD

In this page, poems on / about “sad” are listed.
  • 1.
    The Sick Rose

    O Rose, thou art sick!
    The invisible worm
    That flies in the night,
    In the howling storm, read more »

    William Blake
  • 2.
    Richard Cory

    Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
    We people on the pavement looked at him:
    He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
    Clean favored, and imperially slim. read more »

    Edwin Arlington Robinson
  • 3.

    From childhood's hour I have not been
    As others were; I have not seen
    As others saw; I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring. read more »

    Edgar Allan Poe
  • 4.
    The Saddest Poem

    I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

    Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
    and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." read more »

    Pablo Neruda
  • 5.
    Farewell To The Court

    Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expir'd,
    And past return are all my dandled days;
    My love misled, and fancy quite retir'd--
    Of all which pass'd the sorrow only stays. read more »

    Sir Walter Raleigh
  • 6.
    A Hero

    Three times I had the lust to kill,
    To clutch a throat so young and fair,
    And squeeze with all my might until
    No breath of being lingered there. read more »

    Robert William Service
  • 7.
    An Epitaph

    Here lies a most beautiful lady,
    Light of step and heart was she;
    I think she was the most beautiful lady
    That ever was in the West Country. read more »

    Walter de la Mare
  • 8.
    Death Is A Fisherman

    Death is a fisherman, the world we see
    His fish-pond is, and we the fishes be;
    His net some general sickness; howe'er he read more »

    Benjamin Franklin
  • 9.
    Miss Rosie

    when I watch you
    wrapped up like garbage
    sitting, surrounded by the smell
    of too old potato peels read more »

    Lucille Clifton
  • 10.
    The Last Of His Tribe

    He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
    And hides in the dark of his hair;
    For he cannot look up to the storm-smitten trees,
    Or think of the loneliness there - read more »

    Henry Kendall
  • 11.
    The Raven

    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. read more »

    Edgar Allan Poe
  • 12.

    How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
    As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
    As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
    And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear; read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
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