Sorrow Poems | Examples of Sorrow Poetry

i didn’t do anything wrong yet i still said sorry. i constantly find myself apologizing even though i was the one that got hurt. what’s wrong with me. it’s like i’ve been trained to feel guilty for existing too loudly. i say sorry for crying. sorry for needing. sorry for simply being. somehow i still...

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"I wait by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find," where rust clings like memory, and the wind carries your name like a secret. No footsteps come, only the hush of almost. Time leans against the fence, and I wonder if it grieves, too....

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I was your mom before i was anything else, My name, before my plans, Before the life i thought i’d have— I was yours. Now the world keeps turning, But i don’t know where i fit, Who am i supposed to be If I'm no longer your mom? People say, you’ll always be Cody’s mother, But they don’t understand, Being a mother is doing,...

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I am the ghost inside my chest, Unseen, unheard, yet never at rest. I drift through halls of memory, Where joy once lived but fled from me. My breath like frost, my blood runs cold, A whisper trapped in hands grown old. I wear regret like funeral lace, And see the world through sorrow’s face....

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I moved out of our house everyone sees me on the street I'm not homeless My home is gone I wait everyday outside where we met Just in case you come back You'll know where I'm at There's no home without you...

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One after the other From Hospital rooms and where ever else Heaven’s call Come up Far beyond the skies Everlasting Rejoice Human skies can’t see Far from Earth The creation The sensation Souls took up their crosses and journeyed to the Pearly Gates The enter The welcome Angels orchestrated No more pain nor sorrow Better continuous tomorrows Souls soared into their new frontier Horizon blessing Sorrow no more Don’t mourn Until the next time meet I...

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I wonder what it would’ve been like to grow up differently. Maybe with fewer mental roadblocks. Maybe with a brain that wasn’t constantly shifting channels without warning. I’ve been trying so hard lately, writing a book that digs into the mess of identity, lying, family, and mental illness, designing guitar lesson plans, building a future...

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A man once asked me, in the middle of a drifting conversation, “How long do you sleep in a day— if you ever sleep at all?” I looked at him, searching for a polite reply but found none that fit the weight of his question. So I simply said, “I do sleep— just like any normal soul.” But deep inside, I wondered— what does normal sleep even...

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The lone sun, a tired eye, no longer gleams On ancient bones, where life...

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I should have seen it coming when the sky got dark, A shadow creeping, stealing every spark. The air grew heavy, silent, and too still, A whispered warning on a lonely hill. I missed the signs, the fading of the light, Too lost in moments, beautiful and bright. The distant thunder, soft at first, then loud, A tear unspoken, hidden in a...

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"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire". Rains then poured out like held-back tears of anger, shedding emotions from the sky like a recently heartbroken damsel. The raindrops beat on the rusty roof— a drum that only children could dance to. But they danced not in the house, but right there...

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I stood on the gravel pathway, feeling the wind gently kiss my face, and the sweet scent of cherry blossoms, mingling with the air. My hands went up to my mouth, covering my gasp, as I saw him kneel down on one knee, a velvet box in his hands. A gentle smile adorned his face, as he looked...

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Make believe you love me. Make believe you care. Make believe it's my fault. For you're no longer there. Make believe it's over. Make believe a lie. Make believe you love me. Make believe goodbye. Believe I really loved you. Believe I really cared. Believe my heart is broken, for I'm no longer there....

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The first poem I posted on Soup. One of the first 200 poems I deleted. I found a rough copy in an old scribble book. Hardware Blues. My dad he went down fighting, to keep his local hardware store But the big boys took his customers and the bank said “Shut the door”. He had sales...

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