Sad Couplet Poems | Examples
These Sad Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Sad. These are the best examples of Couplet Sad poems written by international poets.
A broken heart has no hole, yet it bleeds,
So time will heal the wound your hatred breeds.
a fairy tale of Camden Town
Clancy’s Gym, the same old sounds
a minute’s rest then two more rounds
I’ll jack this in (like Bobby Prewitt)
but where’s the one who made me do it?
He hasn’t come, he’s never here
by now he’s on his second beer
presiding in the Dublin Castle
surrounded by his navvy vassals
they’re calling me “the Tralee Tiger”
I coulda been … where’s my Rod Steiger?
the jolting jab, fast on his feet,
the bantamweight that no-one’s beat…
my bucket? Something-Saint-John’s-Wood
and scum from gumshields, spit and blood
I’ve learnt a word I like – “effete”
You don’t hear that on Albert Street
He knows I never wanted this. He
said he’d cure me called me cissy
he calls me Rocky. What a sham
why can’t I be the thing I am?
I want to dance like Nureyev
which might explain the fury of
the shellacking that this lad’s getting
Look at those losers busy betting
Sad old slobs with Patterson poses
ten-buck suits and flattened noses
come to think, though, who’s the fool
they’re not up here on this stool
back room Clancy’s Masculine Sports
blood on the gloves, shamrock on the shorts
She awakened to a world she did not know
where fair maidens dress the world does show
their charms in unseemly, wanton pose
cast off their virtue ere their beauty glows
Reached for the coach had conveyed her there
Alas! Her fingers grasped but frightful air
Lay her down by virgin clearwater brook
Her reflection gasped, her once-sweet life she took...
We fool ourselves we’ll rise above our age
~ Best heed the words written 'cross this page
Treated like you don’t deserve
tepid greetings that unnerve
No sparks of warmth nor dying embers
Did you hurt somehow this family member
Once you got along just fine
then came changes over time
Until she simply stopped calling you
and when you tried, your calls eschewed
The hurt is real, you want to say
yet you fear she'll go away
So, the game you continue to play
leave another message, call it a day
Without making a single sound,
a ball of yarn, my cat unwound.
Meanwhile, my dog had more to say,
whiling away the gray Tuesday.
Barking loudly, he buried a bone.
I whispered sadly on the phone.
Angel Reese plays basketball for the Chicago Sky
She talks trash like an overwrought magpie
The media compares her to the great Caitlin Clark
~ though almost all Angel’s shots miss their mark
Don't go please I beg
Be strong girl you said
You left me in the med
Took ahead your steps
Tell me why please !
I dreamt abt sitting with you beside river
I want you to come closer
Wanna put my head on your shoulder
Just wanna be your lover
I thought I found you as a treasure
But you drifted your way slower
And it happened never
Before coming to reality it's over
And congrats I am again a loner
It is ok if you find another
I will love you forever
Cause we can't force anyone to be our
Accepting the reality
And you said me to be strong so I did
And now I am stronger
O World, your hate has poisoned me
Once I felt that peace was just a shout away
Endless war now seems a single shot away
Once I looked for the good in folks
Now I automatically suspect a hoax
Once I dreamt of nations collaborating on common goals
Now a new arms race has vanquished arms control
Once nations offered land for peace
Not today ~ Will hate and murder ever cease
Thoughts whisk me away to a foregone time,
when things were peaceful with much less crime.
Of a Mother who never complained of tired back,
from a ten hour day pulling a twelve foot sack.
She had six children and still worked in the field,
her sleepless nights worrying she never revealed.
A tub and rub board always kept our clothes clean,
we got new duds at school start and not between.
She used a sad iron that she heated on the range,
that kept jeans pressed for a twice a week change.
As older one’s grew up we quickly left the nest,
and all helped mother through each life test.
Mothers day retrieves thoughts of my first lady,
and God called her home at the ripe age of eighty.
God blessed our family and all life wasn’t bad,
because we couldn’t miss things that we never had.
It wasn't me.
I swear, it was her.
The words she screamed seemed very absurd.
I couldn't understand, I don't think I could hear--
Though there I saw words in mind, crystal clear
The rain pours down like a waterfall.
The experienced walk, while new spirits crawl.
The sun shines on, not through, the rain
So all I saw were words of pain.
A crash of lightning, that strange voice booms
The dust is dancing to a silent tune
And though the words she screamed seemed very absurd,
It wasn't me.
I swear, it was her.
Sometimes
She thinks that it isn’t so bad.
Sometimes
She smiles and may even laugh.
Sometimes
She tells herself that she is happy.
Sometimes
She accepts that she is lying.
Delicate heart of mine I served silver plattered,
As I watched it get sundered and shattered,
I thought it swayed your palate gladder,
But you said it could flavor a little better.
This is poem number 3,062 for the day
~ 3,060 I’ve thrown away
Gentle are the breezes, and gentle is the sun,
And gentle are the times in which we have a little fun.
So sallow not in solitude and slumber not in gray:
When gentle are the flowers, and gentle is the day.
Do you think I'll cry if I lose your love?
My heart is a rock; my friend is a dove.
So I stay strong no matter the tension,
I'm unmoved by whatever you mention.
Like a dove, I'll always embrace your peace,
I'll be true to you like a fine timepiece.
When you're finally back to your senses,
Your grief won't be part of my expenses.
Craving peace of mind like a cool sea breeze,
I won’t chase a love that fades with such ease.