Sorrow Poems | Examples of Sorrow Poetry

half light on the page words spill yet swallow their truth a moon veiled in clouds — I read between the shadows for the part you did not write half a tear is mine half I give to other hands to carry its weight shared grief breaks into pieces small enough for hearts to hold half my breath holds on half my breath has wandered free seeking...

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Tomorrow will be today And today will be yesterday After all today was once tomorrow So here’s a little cheer to borrow Today is today Yesterday was yesterday Let tomorrow be on the morrow Then you’ll have a little less sorrow...

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The city held its hand out to you and you felt like you’d become. The flashing lights, drinking and dancing nights is where your adulthood had begun. The wayward walk and drunken fights where no logic had ever won. Pride or is it sorrow now fills your mind, to see what you’ve become. The years fly by and your...

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My love garden remains unweeded, Each planted flower slowly wilting. A shadow spreads across my sunlight, And a storm lingers without rainfall. Sad teardrops fall from my broken heart, No blood shed, yet my worlds fall apart. Agony, sorrow, deep dejection— Reflections in my shattered mirror. My tear burns hot enough to bake bread, Depression drapes a cloak on my head. Love tortures like a...

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To Die I numb my brain to ease the pain The world is mad...a new insane Compassion's seen with such disdain The truth now seems so very plain To die would be considered gain *********************************** Alone Alone, alone...always alone The pain I feel cannot be known This heart of flesh has turned to stone Alone, alone...I am alone Alone, alone...always alone My dreams on wistful wings have...

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Abandonment is Vietnam veterans greeting card. A door stepped baby. Windowless city structures after resident's suburbanized. And me a Christmas tree after you undecorate....

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Our hands are tied, Death Since you dawned on us this New Year . . . Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone And have broken to fragments with the ululation Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies. Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations. Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter, Are barren of good tidings. A chionophile besieges the...

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My heart cries With no tears and no sounds But not less sadness and sorrow Aging, sickness and disabilities come one by one Happiness and youth comes and goes Nothing in this world will last Maybe only love in my heart Or maybe in your memory...

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(“Meaning of Life Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil) The Dismal Science and the Meaning of Life Supply and demand is as basic and Nobel a Truth As you can get. If you doubt, just hold your breath a minute And notice the urgency that quickly builds. Somehow in man’s quest for meaning Aka the creation of religion, or “dharma”, The sacred and the secular Became...

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It's been two thousand six hundred and thirty eight days.?Three hundred and seventy six weeks.?Three million seven hundred ninety-nine thousand four hundred and forty minutes.?It's been seven years since the last time I heard your voice, felt your embrace, or appreciated your presence in this world. It's been seven years of me going at life without the...

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Two diverse paths lay, The rough path tell the tales Tales of what lays ahead The smooth path tells no tales Both lead to same destination Our choice stared at us The heart seeks honour Rough path they thread Their desire, they must not faint The cheers of their leader, Echoes through the lonely path The smooth path, leader thread, In honor, loyalty stand. “Aye, my enemy...

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All the broken people I look around and see so many Then I realize I am one Of the broken people All the broken people Looking and waiting For answers that don’t seem to appear Waiting to be heard Waiting to be seen Waiting for an answer All the broken people Needing to be put together One more time Or Maybe Some of us broken people Don’t...

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Florence has warm blood and cowrie teeth that seldom clatter, even in the chilled, fluttering dance of July rain. She’s an element of Shiloh in weeping quest of a promising Samuel, and for this, walks through long and clammy paths in July rain. July, a month of sacred yams, with breast tubers and milk tendrils, befriends Florence, an eloquent lamenter, the quintessence of languor, this day of...

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RHYTHM OF A RIVER Poem written for “Rolling with the R’s” poetry contest, August 4, 2025, Nette Onclaud, sponsor ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ river in shadows deep time stands perfectly still. water mourns, regret and anguish~ the weight of time a wearisome sighing. in solitude it carries on river weaving sorrow. heartache flows deep. river ...

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alabaster clouds morph into ashen grey smoke acid rain plummets a grieving heart breaks in two drowning within its own flood angel of deaths scythe shows not an ounce of mercy reaps a twin flames love ...

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