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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.
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
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,
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'
‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
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!
I was thinking of letters,
We all have a lot in our life
A few good - a few sad
But mostly run of the mill-
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?
O tower of light, sad beauty
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,
calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry
of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife
sway with me, everything sad -
madmen in stone houses
lepers steaming love and song
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,
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.
The story's told
Of long ago
About a statue
With a head of gold
Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side
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,
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.
At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, 'Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him.'
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.
When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
Must Be Donald
(sung to "Must Be Santa)
Who's comb-over looks like shite?
I am sad this morning…Yes, I'm sad at how divided our country has become…
but as tragic as this is…politics is not where my sadness is coming from.
Yes, I'm sad so many politicians and people think freedom gives them the right to hate and be unkind…but, truthfully…this morning politics is the last thing on my mind.
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.
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.