Sorrow Poems

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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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The Nightingale

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Conversation Poem, April, 1798

No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!
You see the glimmer of the stream beneath,
But hear no murmuring: it flows silently.
O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still.
A balmy night! and though the stars be dim,

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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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Ode To A Nightingale

by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness,---
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

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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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Recent Sorrow Poems

Abschied ohne Auf Wiedersehen 02

by Mario Odekerken

Die Tür schließt sich ohne ein Geräusch,
und in der Stille wächst das,was nicht gesagt wurde.
Hände, die sich nicht mehr fanden,
Blicke,die ins Leere glitten wie fallende Blätter.

Keine letzte Worte,
kein zögerndes Lächeln,
nur ein Schweigen,
so schwer wie der Himmel vor dem Sturm.

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Abschied ohne Auf Wiedersehen

by Mario Odekerken

Ein letzter Blick,der in der Luft verweht,
Worte bleiben ungesprochen, schwer wie Steine.
Die Stille dehnt sich aus zwischen den Schritten,
und die Zeit zieht Fäden,die keiner mehr hält.

Gesichter verblassen im Nebel der Erinnerung,
Träume sinken in das unbekannte Morgen.
Was bleibt,ist ein Flüstern im Leeren Raum,
ein Abschied,der keinen Namen trägt.