Sorrow Poems | Examples of Sorrow Poetry

The monotonous-mourning morn Live in little-litful way alone, Where no white-whole the born Noone show who she-scorn. Creation crys out with curse Newly bride burn in doubt, Bone injured no see nurse Then some one ask why not out. Endure-enamouring poision Fills in veins like blood-red, Though the whole world gave caution I chose that path to live in shade. The vault of white stones went pale Where...

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Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday. Their murmurs, soft, in tree leaf whisper defrosts my heart that did grow crisper with grief that stained inside and out when I existed with my doubt that vanished voices of my yesteryear would come alive and stir the atmosphere. Breezy hands, they touch my shoulder, rustling lilac plumes and growing bolder— as...

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I found her as a whispered line in an editorial stuck on the silk folds of a silver jubilee like regret. She had bled once in a different continent A red thread pulled taut at thirteen Doctors sealed the loom forever. I was thirteen too, still learning the topography of my brown skin. My hands trembled like birdcage doors unsure whether to open or...

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I'll let the sour sea make its kill, dissolve my bones while I sit still. Let salt stitch silence to my skin, for I won't leave — not by my will....

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Manners are the party fancy — Petit goldleaf on the melting pudding, A sticking cream now on your fingers, Immovable for hours. Manners like a lady, Her morning bonnet pinned, Perching, tilting in the wind. That flat earth, mountained at the dome, With feather shores and flower groves, Shiny plastics, false as those at home. Nods and bobs and toothy smiles, Inflections in...

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Where do I stand When presented with a choice Transported by a full force That lands me in a false chance Yet, I stand. Breaking the shackles That held me in my ankles So tight like a buckle Wrapped in my knuckles Yet, I stand. What is given is a Token The heart that bleeds is broken The life that fades is taken Certain thoughts can't be...

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Middle of the night, I woke up wide. Staring at the ceiling, I heard the rhythms of my breathing. Fidgety, I was on the edge. Did I forget some pledge? Special day of someone I adore, Or I missed some pressing chore. Delving deep into my mind, I got no answer, it was blind. Yet the restlessness did not subside, Till I saw the date...

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Death strikes with its wicked grin, Deep grief and sorrow it brings, Flights to heaven then begin, When our souls fly without wings, Each saint bears a halo ring, They reign there as queens and kings, With Angels near a calm spring. Contest title: What Happened After Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Date: 18th July, 2025...

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When I was ash... I knew wind more intimately than breath. I knew what it meant... To scatter without sorrow. That is all I remember....

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Laughter hides in the strangest of places. I laughed when she spoke, the sun's rays kissing her Beautiful smiling, the lilt in her eyes Betrayed promises of many tomorrows. It's no secret that our life's been hard-- NO-- A betrayal of modest happiness. And yet, I found joy. Laughter whilst walking, Joyful moments of tender lovesickness. I forgot...

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We will not say that she is dead. We have never said that she is dead. We will never say that she is dead. We’ll say she’s in heaven We will say she passed away We tell the children she went to God’s house And became an angel on the way. We say she’s gone We say she died But none...

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There's always the otherside of something so beautiful Dunno why it finds me Crashing like a storm Drencing me with sorrow Slamming me back to the place I hardly belong Pull me out Bring me peace It's too much chaos here I cannot breathe... ...

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"We can choose either to remain heartbroken all the time or with resilience, come back to cheer, as true happiness primarily stems from inside and not through external factors alone. Our happiness is mostly dependent on our way of thinking and how we see life"..... By Poet She heard the sound of pigeons overhead. Looking up she...

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He slipped away? Or did they take him? Stranger things have happened, have they not? Why do I ask so many questions of myself? Or am I asking questions of him? I could make statements. He went off of his own accord. This is one of his stranger happenings. I have to ask so many questions. So, this could be a question. Or is...

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Benjamin Netanyahu, you once stood as a symbol of Israel’s resolve, but power gained through fear and manipulation is a flame that burns its master first. You rose through the ranks on speeches of security and pride, but history has already spoken— the tears of Gaza will not be washed away by silence. Every forty-five minutes, a child died, and the world watched— but the...

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