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Popular Sad Poems

Life Is A Privilege

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow
With great ambitions – in one hour to know
The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!

Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose

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The Two Glasses

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There sat two glasses, filled to the brim,
On a rich man's table, rim to rim.
One was ruddy and red as blood,
And one was clear as the crystal flood.

Said the glass of wine to his paler brother,
"Let us tell tales of the past to each other;
I can tell of banquet, and revel, and mirth,
Where I was a king, for I ruled in might;
For the proudest and grandest souls on earth

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Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867

by Walt Whitman

A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.

A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers
handle the pitch-fork;
A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of Autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,

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Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking

by Walt Whitman

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
Down from the shower'd halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as
if they were alive,
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,

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A Song Of Life

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather –
They are nothing to bear.

In the strength and the glory of power,

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Recent Sad Poems

Long Ago

by bella fish

I lie there rambling on about something that doesn’t matter anymore. I look up at my phone, I see the look in your eyes and the smile tugging at your lips. My heart flutters and I smile back, my face heating up and a slight pink blush appears on my cheeks. I stare into your eyes for a moment, getting lost in them for what seems like forever. I bury my face into my pillow, smiling as I let out flustered squeals. I loved the way you looked at me, the way you listened, the way you spoke to me. It made me feel special, and overjoyed. But then I woke up. I sit up in my bed cold, phone dead, window open and the wind blowing my curtains. I wrap my blanket around me, and I hug my blanket to my chest. I rest my face on my knees and sniffle.

an orchard’s lament

by Rikske Kessner

Morning mist drapes each blossom
like a bride reluctant to wake.
Petals fall in silent confession—
memory’s hush in every drift.

Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.

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When depression

by Siyana Tsvetkova

Depression is a sad thing
Sadly I have it too
It doesn't go away it just gets better
And you don't even have to have a reson to have it
You're just sad and unmotivated
I noticed when someone I care about gets too distant
I start to overthink
Overthinking and then anxiety kicks in, I in full panic mode because, I got too close and now what if they leave me
What if they fell the same as I do, sad and depressed, how do I fix this, how do I show I care without being too pushy or annoying
The depression, the overthinking, the anxiety in me, in you

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Begging to be loved

by Nyx Grace

Hair sprawled on the table
I rest my head on
eyes jealous of the ice
in the drink
that once had a similar sparkle.

The silence at this
gloomy bar
feels foreign,
in front of our screaming.

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Distant

by Zombie Girl

My eyes flutter as i look at pitch black
'cause nobody other than you is worth my gaze
Boot black to hope for my place
As you walk away and the feeling lingers
Compare you to my singers
But you're really just distant
Not even watching from the distance