Sorrow Poems
The Schoolboy
by William Blake
I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
O! what sweet company!
But to go to school on a summer morn,
O! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
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Life
by Charlotte Brontë
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
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The Power Of The Dog
by Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
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On Living
by Nâzım Hikmet
I
Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example--
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Living is no laughing matter:
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree
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Let It Enfold You
by Charles Bukowski
Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
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Hidden Sorrow
by Mario Odekerken
It walks beside me,
quiet as breath,
cloaked in the spaces between words.
No one sees
the weight folded behind my smile,
the way silence wraps around my ribs
like a second skin.
In crowded rooms
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Conversation with Grief
by Mario Odekerken
You arrive like a shadow cast by the soul,
not to harm,
but to guide.
I feel you settle in my chest,
not heavy,
just real.
You do not speak,
but I hear you
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De geur van afscheid
by Mario Odekerken
De geur van afscheid is penetrant
en ruikt onaangenaam.
Hij hangt in kamers waar stilte
zwaarder weegt dan woorden,
waar deuren dichtvallen
zonder een blik achterom.
Het zit in kleding
die niet meer gedragen wordt,
in kopjes die onaangeroerd
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The Crushing Crash
by Somali Mukherjee
I got crashed; I became crashed;
There must be some reason;
I endured when I was lashed;
Still, all slandered me of treason.
I get flown by the Pilot,
Who, too, succumbed with me;
Tooth and nail he had fought,
But who won was destiny.
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When you come undone
by Mario Odekerken
It feels like falling inward,
not with sound,
but with silence so heavy
it presses against your ribs.
You wake up
and something is missing.
You try to speak,
but the words won't rise.
They sit,heavy and wet,
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Frances Ellen Wat Harper (14 poems about Sorrow)
24 September 1825 – 22 February 1911 / Baltimore, Maryland -
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