Poems About: SAD

In this page, poems on / about “sad” are listed.

  • 337.
    Sad But Not Bad

    Sad But Not Bad
    I am always sad now
    when I think of ewe,
    please do not fail read more »

    Charles Hice
  • 338.
    There is a Bright Star

    Memories seem just like sad stories
    Begging to be read again
    It is a dark shadow fallen over our hearts.
    But there is a bright star. read more »

    Isabella Epona
  • 339.
    I Am

    I am a girl that’s sad
    I wonder if people understand me.
    I hear people talking about me
    I hear my people dying. read more »

    carlisa smith
  • 340.
    Twin tism

    bonds entwined
    between two poles:
    a sad pole,
    a mirthful pole read more »

    Michael Witkowski
  • 341.
    Remorse

    Sad is the thought of sunniest days
    Of love and rapture perished,
    And shine through memory's tearful haze
    The eyes once fondliest cherished. read more »

    John Hay
  • 342.
    Hotel Room

    Hotel room
    In London

    in my hotel room, read more »

    Rasheed Alqahas
  • 343.
    appearing tpo be sad

    Writing plays appearing to be sad
    for people who are humorous, Anton
    prevents us all from forming our foregone
    conclusions about what is good or bad. read more »

    gershon hepner
  • 344.
    Amongst Wealth And Fame

    Amongst wealth and fame there is great poverty
    With such things should not happen here most would agree
    A poor homeless bloke with only a mattress for a bed
    On the embankment under a railway underpass for six months lay dead. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 345.
    Peggy O Deere

    Sad am I so sad to hear
    About the death of Mary O's daughter Peggy O Deere
    From her old Hometown many miles away
    Her remains in Dublin lay. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 346.
    The Sky And Me

    Tonight the sky was again my friend,
    We talked together, we played games.
    I told him about my sorrows and my aches.
    And he held me in his arms and I felt, How much he cares. read more »

    Sossi Khachadourian
  • 347.
    Midsummer Night, Not Dark, Not Light

    Midsummer night, not dark, not light,
    Dusk all the scented air,
    I'll e'en go forth to one I love,
    And learn how he doth fare. read more »

    Jean Ingelow
  • 348.
    Immortal Dawn

    Selfcontrol and a dissaperance
    Everything makes perfet sense
    They are mixing with sad genes
    They think thats the keys read more »

    A Dark Lifetime ...
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