Sorrow Poems | Examples of Sorrow Poetry

I look upon the world today as I have done all my life. A laugh, a smile, worry or ok, it needs to be met head-on for all its strife. Some days I’ll wake and feel the sun recharging my fading smile. Some days I’ll wake and no matter how bright the sky sorrow will darken my mind. I’ll...

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after Because I could not stop for Death, by Emily Dickinson Because I would not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. A wilted bouquet in one hand— a reminder of life's mortality. We began to walk—he knew no haste— side by side, as we always were. In silence, no sympathies were spoken, as he knew I often preferred. We passed the house...

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Let’s give it one more go— Don’t let a good thing die so fast. Don’t let one moment bring us down; Together, we can beat the past. Let’s try again—maybe we’ll make it. But if we don’t, I promise you this: I won’t try to fake it. If you leave me now, I won’t last another hour. I can’t go on living If your sweet love...

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I watch as she sleeps, the gentle rise and fall of her chest making sure her breathing is rhythmic Thoughts take me back years ago when we were playmates ~sisters separated by little more than a year. A tear escapes my eyes. I wipe it away for if she wakes and sees me crying, her tears will flow again. My sister, my best friend Always...

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Like ghosts in my pockets, weighing me down, burdens echoing with quiet sorrow, coiling tight around the soul in silent pain. Some weights like umbrellas cast aside after storms, others iron shackles, rusted, locked in permanence— all carried unseen, but deeply felt. Knots in the spine, scars engraved on the mind, tangled threads, riotous roots of clinging shadows— held tight, wrapped in sorrow...

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after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot I met a woman on a glitching screen, her face a whisk of pixels and prayer. She spoke of shattered systems and survived code, “The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.” A rat hurried through my feed at dawn, past memes and headlines, each a kind...

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Story of pat, Can you hear the sirens? The old mans values engulfed with burning lust of minors, Patrick’s family left in suspense & deprived, Waiting to hear news, if their son is alive. Peter 5:8 of the bible reads the devil walks among us, I have met him in a house on fifth street living just behind us, Across the road...

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Each petal cuts me in my sleep— you call it soft, but I bleed every time I touch it. The mirror doesn’t cry with me anymore. Only the fog stays. It hums like a swallowed scream. ...

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My heart is lost in depth of woes, While sorrows echo loud. As tears descend with silent throes~ Beneath a veil of cloud. In the dark I grope for my lost heart, But it's slipped beyond my firm grip. Each tear I shed softens its grave, And deeper it sinks, out of reach. My misery drums a hollow grief, No hope of joy or...

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Lurking In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Lurking Waiting In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Waiting Watching In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Watching Me. ...

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the dark skies laden with swollen rain clouds with sorrow's stain endows haunted funereal shrouds figures swinging from tree boughs ...

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I drank a sip of coffee from the hand of that gentle beloved— and with it, I said goodbye. Yet the bitterness of parting never fades from memory. Grief beads like blood on the brow of longing. I wander the alleys of your love, seeking union— my sighs and sorrows rising past the seventh sky. Time gave me nothing but a goblet filled with blood. Perhaps it has vowed to...

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Silence is the absence of energy No vibration, movement, or synergy Nature muted, physics frozen Molecular loss of motion Stillness, cessation, yet more Peaceful quiet we adore Or the calm before the storm A meditation to perform Tranquility without a note No rhythm or tempo to denote Without melody or harmony A sad musical larceny No instrument, no voice to sing No string to pluck or bell to...

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There are days the sun drags itself across the sky like a wounded thing, and I follow behind it, meek as a shadow no one asked for. My feet walk the same road to the mailbox, rocky and too long, and still I walk it. Beside me, the hemlock grows. Tall and soft, almost beautiful. It does not beckon. It does not need...

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Sometimes it’s hard Do go on trying– To put my soul into my work, Only to have it torn apart– Discarded at my feet Sometimes it’s hard To go on dreaming Of better things to come When so much of what’s happened now Has left me hurt and hollow Sometimes it’s hard To go on smiling Like everything’s okay, Not knowing if I’ll still be able To feed...

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