Sorrow Poems
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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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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An Indian Love Song
by Sarojini Naidu
He
Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
Withhold not, O love, from the night
of my longing the joy of thy luminous face,
Give me a spear of the scented keora
guarding thy pinioned curls,
Or a silken thread from the fringes
that trouble the dream of thy glimmering pearls;
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The cry behind the smile
by Mario Odekerken
It looks like joy,
this curve drawn carefully across my face,
a practiced shape,
worn smooth like a river stone
held too often in trembling hands.
But behind it,
a sound waits,
not loud,not desperate,
just steady,
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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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Frances Ellen Wat Harper (14 poems about Sorrow)
24 September 1825 – 22 February 1911 / Baltimore, Maryland -
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