Top 74 Poetry Sad Quotes
#1. May be its mine bad-luck
Or yours not to get me
But I still have hope
Of being yours
Hasil Paudyal
#2. I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.
Roger Zelazny
#3. I don't understand
how everything moves so quickly.
They say time flies when you're having fun,
but I wasn't always having fun.
Even when I was mad or sad,
time was always on the run.
Amanda Leigh
#4. Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#5. Please don't tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.
Khadija Rupa
#6. Enough of thought, philosopher!
Too long hast thou been dreaming
Unlightened, in this chamber drear,
While summer's sun is beaming!
Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain
Concludes thy musings once again?
Emily Bronte
#7. I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.
Jenim Dibie
#8. I collect my thoughts, I choose my words,
Whenever I decide to talk to you.
But...
I feel like a dumb, without a tongue,
Whenever I reach in front of you.
I wonder why it happens to me?
even when my feelings are genuine and true.
Saad Salman
#9. You were the hardest year of my life and I've never been so happy. What does that say about me?
Charlotte Eriksson
#10. ...and when we die
we die alone
I cry, I cry alone
Like a piece of stone
I am thrown
into the wavy ocean of life
to atone...to atone
Only to atone...
Munia Khan
#11. All the world can be found in poetry. All you need to see and hear. All the moments, good and bad, joyous and sad.
Patricia MacLachlan
#12. They don't know I only speak in runaway train stations
and everybody is always a few minutes too late to the platform.
No one has ever gotten the chance to get too close
because it is never romantic to fuck the girl who makes love to her own sadness every single night.
Katelin Wagner
#14. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone - riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria - even dancing, she danced alone - and it was the aloneness that filled him with love
Tim O'Brien
#15. Christ, what a sad collection of losers, mm?'
'Too much time on their hands, mate. Leads to poetry.
Garth Ennis
#16. I can't sleep alone anymore
and I get used to
company
too quickly. You're always gone too soon.
Charlotte Eriksson
#17. Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.
Jenim Dibie
#18. {...]I began to feel tears of frustration build up in my eyes, yearning to free themselves from their glandular prisons.
Andrea Bouchaud
#19. In Moonlight
No
Soft sweet paw on my cheek
No
Fur curled under my chin
Just
A sad space left behind -
Gray cat gone away.
[Ellie's poem]
Patricia MacLachlan
#20. I remember being really interested in the sad parts of Los Angeles, of which there are many, and knowing we weren't up in the citadel on the hill, but we also weren't on the bottom. I was very interested in the poetry of failure as a child.
Mary Harron
#21. Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting sound
where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
Munia Khan
#22. I shall think of you
Whenever I am most happy, whenever I am Most sad, whenever I see a beautiful thing.
You are a burning lamp to me, a flame
The wind cannot blow out, and I shall hold you High in my hand against whatever darkness.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#23. Ah, Lalage! while life is ours,
Hoard not thy beauty rose and white,
But pluck the pretty fleeing flowers
That deck our little path of light:
For all too soon we twain shall tread
The bitter pastures of the dead:
Estranged, sad spectres of the night.
Ernest Dowson
#24. Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success
We forget the easiness of free beauty
Lying sad right around the corner,
Only an instant removed,
Unnoticed and squandered.
Dejan Stojanovic
#25. So few people read poetry. That's sad, isn't it?
Jerry Hall
#26. Give me another Chance
Then,
You will Get
Less than I Gain...
Hasil Paudyal
#27. Marriage, in my culture, has nothing to do with romance. It's a matter of logic. If Mr. and Mrs. Ahmadi like Mr. and Mrs. Nejari, then their children should get married. On the other hand, if the parents don't like each other, but the children do, well, this is where sad poetry comes from.
Firoozeh Dumas
#28. But I hope you don't feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache.
Remember, you always will be.
Khadija Rupa
#29. Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.
Allen Ginsberg
#30. The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.
Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw, - it must have been
Very pretty.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#31. Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
#33. Darling, even raindrops try to wipe my teardrops but your thoughts haul out more tears from my liquid eyes and then teardrops replace raindrops ...
Abhishek Rath
#34. Pity that child who was born near Rouen,
His only crime, to arrive deformed.
E.A. Bucchianeri
#35. Dreaming of getting you
I loosed everything
Cheerfulness of smile
And all the dreams of life
Hasil Paudyal
#36. tears swell
in the wells
of my eyes.
love is a
constant
side effect
of mine.
K.Y. Robinson
#37. What else is a poem about?
The rhythm and the images buried in the language. All the ways you can build an emotion with words, but you can't just write 'I feel sad.' I mean, you can, but it's not poetry ... I think it has to be experienced instead of studied. You step into it.
Garret Freymann-Weyr
#38. Oh, Youth may listen patiently,
While sad Experience tells her tale,
But Doubt sits smiling in his eye,
For ardent Hope will still prevail!
He hears how feeble Pleasure dies,
By guilt destroyed, and pain and woe;
He turns to Hope - and she replies,
Believe it not-it is not so!
Anne Bronte
#39. It was quite a sad thing,
the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I not
when everything I've ever known has slowly gone away.
Charlotte Eriksson
#40. perhaps like me she's vainly hoping
and some news awaits,
but the moist earth already holds him
in her strong embrace...
Nikola Vaptsarov
#41. I don't analyze beautiful. I sit in its presence and love the wholeness of it--the sweet and sad and raw and bright together.
Poetry is that, the weaving of light-shadow. Making words from the unwordable.
Jacob Nordby
#42. This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.
Jenim Dibie
#44. I started writing poetry when I was six. I had this teacher who didn't believe the poems I'd bring in were mine because they were dark and sad. But I wrote about what I experienced in my childhood.
Mariah Carey
#45. Only one is a wanderer.
And when she was sad, she'd go into the streets to be with people.
Ralph Angel
#46. The monsters were never
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.
I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.
Nikita Gill
#48. From all my dreams where you felt everlasting
to all my clothes your words used to wear,
to the old end, to the new beginning,
you have lost me everywhere.
Khadija Rupa
#49. But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would
Andrew Faulkner
#50. What I want to know is how you go on when you look around
and don't see anywhere you want to go without the only person
you can't have.
Charlotte Eriksson
#51. It is a sad paradox that when male authors impersonate women ... they are said to be dealing with 'cosmic, major concerns' - but when we impersonate ourselves we are said to be writing 'women's fiction' or 'women's poetry.
Erica Jong
#52. Remember this when you leave me here: that your sweetest face and loving voice, I forevermore hold dear.
Chrissy Moon
#53. Poetry, I think, intensifies the reader's experience. If it's a humorous facet of the story, poetry makes it more exuberant. If it's a sad facet, poetry can make it more poignant.
Vikram Seth
#54. I hate forcing myself to go to bed to avoid committing suicide.
Phil Volatile
#55. After I consumed Frost in his entirety, my days of exploration began. I read The Diving Comedy while leafing through E. E. Cummings. I read Sidney and Milton and Shelley, piecing together my own aesthetics, my own defence of poetry. I felt alone and religious and desperately sad.
Spencer Gordon
#56. He offered his love ... she could not bother,
She gives her love to the other! The other!
E.A. Bucchianeri
#57. The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother's heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too.
Gene Weingarten
#58. Cut my life into pizzas. this is my plastic fork. oven baking, no breathing, dont give a fuck if its carbs that i'm eating' -Catherine Spann
Catherine Spann
#59. We all have our
state of mind-
happy or sad,
sources of both
are so relatable.
Despite showing
someone's faults & flaws
we need to cherish them.
cause, we all are into an
e n d l e s s
l o o p.
Ayushi Jain
#60. For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
William Wordsworth
#61. Dear Lover...
you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.
Lori Jenessa Nelson
#62. You are alone,
So alone,
You speak back to silence.
People call it loneliness,
You call it solitude,
Different words,
Meaning the same pain.
Jenim Dibie
#63. Now that Karen has been resurrected, I can travel beyond the black mirror. I can discover who I have lost with the
floating hearts and severed heads of my medicine. I must now whisper my other friends back too. I'm sad they're gone ... sad and blue.
Nicholaus Patnaude
#64. But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on.
Khadija Rupa
#65. Poetry is a beautiful way of expressing feelings - happy, sad, angry, caring. It's also a way that we share with other people, to help them with those feelings.
Mattie Stepanek
#66. And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shallot.
Alfred Tennyson
#67. She walked among the stars,
The princess of the heavens,
Looking for the one who caught her crystal tears
That spilled out from liquid ice blue eyes-
Rolling down pale cheeks-
Then sealed up tenderly ...
In pearl alabaster jars ...
Kallista Pendragon
#68. Where the cheerful children
of unwritten poems,
play all around,
you will find me there.
Khadija Rupa
#69. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#70. there's always been a little sadness inside my happiness.
i've never been able to separate the two.
AVA.
#71. Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead
Nay, I swim with sea-demons
no sweet summer tuned radio
over my sunless desertscape
how does it burn without the sun?
Moonshine Noire
#73. Nothing much bothered you for a while and you kept walking like a silhouette through this town, saying hi's and goodbyes, acting polite at all times. But there is no fire in your heart; you are not very concerned.
Charlotte Eriksson
#74. Only tears can hear the sound of pain
when warm blood reddens discolored stain
Munia Khan
