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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
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
COME away, come away, death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'
‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
URNS and odours bring away!
Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?
A true friend is always there for you
A true friend will help you no matter ther problem
A true friend is like a sister, she knows your better, than you know yourself
A true friend is someone who knows when you're sad, ans can cheer you up when you need it most
Oh, I'd been better dying,
Oh, I was slow and sad;
A fool I was, a-crying
About a cruel lad!
FANCY, who leads the pastimes of the glad,
Full oft is pleased a wayward dart to throw;
Sending sad shadows after things not sad,
sway with me, everything sad -
madmen in stone houses
lepers steaming love and song
I met Tu Fu on a mountaintop
in August when the sun was hot.
Under the shade of his big straw hat
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
The story's told
Of long ago
About a statue
With a head of gold
It is the Fathers' day and my father has no dad
He is sad
Sure, he is missing granny, and wants his hand
He can not hide this sorrow, and, he is sad
I don't want to be a sad poem
Just like the late John Denver
Did not want to be a sad song.
Sad the night, sad the night
Wet with dew, far away from you
Sad the night, sad the night
When karma like a little bird is due to take perch
The cowboy poet went out
for a breath of fresh air.
Then a shot rang out,
coming out of nowhere.
Who's comb-over looks like shite?
Donald's comb-over looks like shite.
Who scared us shitless election night?
Donald scared us shitless election night.
The hard times that we sometimes live through can leave us in a sea of sadness. Good people around us are those who help us overcome these challenges. Many popular poets from around the world have written so many poems about this feeling and how to overcome it, such as; "Solitude" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, "We Wear The Mask" by Paul Laurence Dunbar, and "It was not Death, for I stood up" by Emily Dickinson.