Sad Poetry And Quotes

#1. 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

#2. ...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

#3. You were the hardest year of my life and I've never been so happy. What does that say about me?

Charlotte Eriksson

#4. 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

#5. Please don't tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.

Khadija Rupa

#6. 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

#7. 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

#8. 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

#9. 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

#10. Dreaming of getting you
I loosed everything
Cheerfulness of smile
And all the dreams of life

Hasil Paudyal

#11. 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

#12. 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

#13. 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

#14. 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

#15. 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

#16. 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

#17. 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

#18. 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

#19. 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

#20. 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

#21. 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

#22. Remember this when you leave me here: that your sweetest face and loving voice, I forevermore hold dear.

Chrissy Moon

#23. 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

#24. 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

#25. Only one is a wanderer.
And when she was sad, she'd go into the streets to be with people.

Ralph Angel

#26. 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

#27. 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

#28. perhaps like me she's vainly hoping
and some news awaits,
but the moist earth already holds him
in her strong embrace...

Nikola Vaptsarov

#29. 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

#30. 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

#31. 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

#32. 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

#33. Where the cheerful children
of unwritten poems,
play all around,
you will find me there.

Khadija Rupa

#34. But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on.

Khadija Rupa

#35. 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

#36. 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

#37. I can't sleep alone anymore
and I get used to
company
too quickly. You're always gone too soon.

Charlotte Eriksson

#38. 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