Sorrow Poems
You Can'T Have It All
by Barbara Ras
But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands
gloved with green. You can have the touch of a single eleven-year-old finger
on your cheek, waking you at one a.m. to say the hamster is back.
You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look
of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite
every sorrow until it fled, and when it is August,
you can have it August and abundantly so. You can have love,
though often it will be mysterious, like the white foam
that bubbles up at the top of the bean pot over the red kidneys
until you realize foam's twin is blood.
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Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
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Hymn Of Pan
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
FROM the forests and highlands
We come, we come;
From the river-girt islands,
Where loud waves are dumb
Listening to my sweet pipings.
The wind in the reeds and the rushes,
The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle-bushes,
The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass,
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My land’s orphan
by Kira Rodionova
Peaches heated by my sun
A dress so simple and so cotton
Would that child ever come
Back home
Where she is forgotten
Would the wind caress the ankles
Like it did so many times before
Would that land eventually remember
That her daughter is left outdoors?
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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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My land’s orphan
by Kira Rodionova
Peaches heated by my sun
A dress so simple and so cotton
Would that child ever come
Back home
Where she is forgotten
Would the wind caress the ankles
Like it did so many times before
Would that land eventually remember
That her daughter is left outdoors?
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Hare's apology
by Ni La
The grass isn't greener on the other side, but it is
The hare tramples and churns and munches
Why don't his grass appear trodden?
Stepped on crushed,
Its yet to leave embracing the hare.
It codones and sanctions and digests the very presence he bears.
Here where I am, my locale,
The grass trudged and plodded on.
They're the grass and I'm the hare,
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Ink Drenched Veil: A Journey Through Shadows
by Lilith Van'Nightinveil
In the shadows of the mind, where darkness weaves its threads,
A sorrowed symphony of whispers fill the voids unsaid.
Where heavy hearts reside, and hope's ember wanes,
I gather words as balm to soften pain's gnarled chains.
Within this intricate tapestry, let me now explore,
The depths of sorrow and despair that life may have in store.
For in such fragile moments, when light seems far away,
A poem's embrace may offer solace, a glimpse of healing's ray.
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Us
by Elisa Martinelli
There is a word
In my head
And it cuts like a sword
Killing me dead.
It's a syllable
That cuts like a knife
When I am not able
To handle my life.
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Ever So Close
by Jada Blue
Heart full of distress.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
As I look into the distance,
I see clear skies
But with hazy vision it seems cloudy.
When will I start to see clearly again
With eyes misty like rain?
I reach up towards the skies
Soon touching solid rain drops.
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Frances Ellen Wat Harper (14 poems about Sorrow)
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