Top 100 Poems About: SORROW

In this page, poems on / about “sorrow” are listed.
  • 1.
    Infant Sorrow

    My mother groaned, my father wept,
    Into the dangerous world I leapt;
    Helpless, naked, piping loud, read more »

    William Blake
  • 2.
    On Another's Sorrow

    Can I see another's woe,
    And not be in sorrow too?
    Can I see another's grief, read more »

    William Blake
  • 3.
    Joy And Sorrow Chapter Viii

    Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."

    And he answered: read more »

    Khalil Gibran
  • 4.
    The Wind Of Sorrow

    The fire of love was burning, yet so low
    That in the dark we scarce could see its rays,
    And in the light of perfect-placid days
    Nothing but smouldering embers dull and slow. read more »

    Henry Van Dyke
  • 5.

    Why does the thin grey strand
    Floating up from the forgotten
    Cigarette between my fingers,
    Why does it trouble me? read more »

    David Herbert Lawrence
  • 6.
    Kin To Sorrow

    Am I kin to Sorrow,
    That so oft
    Falls the knocker of my door——
    Neither loud nor soft, read more »

    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • 7.

    Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
    Beats upon my heart.
    People twist and scream in pain,—
    Dawn will find them still again; read more »

    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • 8.

    SORROW, on wing through the world for ever,
    Here and there for awhile would borrow
    Rest, if rest might haply deliver
    Sorrow. read more »

    Algernon Charles Swinburne
  • 9.
    Joy And Sorrow

    As a fisher-boy I fared

    To the black rock in the sea,
    And, while false gifts I prepared. read more »

    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  • 10.
    Song. Sorrow

    To me this world's a dreary blank,
    All hopes in life are gone and fled,
    My high strung energies are sank,

    ... read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • 11.
    Lays Of Sorrow

    The day was wet, the rain fell souse
    Like jars of strawberry jam, a
    sound was heard in the old henhouse, read more »

    Lewis Carroll
  • 12.
    Faces In The Street

    They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
    That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown;
    For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet read more »

    Henry Lawson
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