Poems About: SAD
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
349.Prince Can You Tell Me Why You Have Been So Sad? My heart ask me this question and i have no answer....
Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
You sat on a bench,
waiting on a bliss.
He swam with her in a drench read more »Prince ....
350.The Saddest Fate
To touch a broken lute,
To strike a jangled string,
To strive with tones forever mute
The dear old tunes to sing-- read more »Anonymous Americas
the cars look like ants
the wind is harsh up here
it bites through my clothes read more »chance .........
352.Sad One, Must You Weep
'SAD one, must you weep alway?
Youth's ill wedded with despair;
Ringless hand and robe of grey
Mock the charms which they declare.' read more »Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
353.Gone Are Those Sad Songs Sung
Gone are those sad songs,
Sung begun some sang.
With the singing of those sad songs,
Gone. read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
Wistful-pensive (thinking deeply about something, especially in a sad or serious manner) sad: deep in sad thoughts, especially thoughts of something yearned for or lost, or expressing this sad yearning
When all people see in you is a smile
And a bounce in your step, don’t brake read more »Ben Huff
355.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
356.The eyes of Love!
I see you standing there.
My mind goes into autopilot judgement mode.
Unaware of your past. I judge your future.
Forgive me bearded man with the sad, sad eyes. read more »Vonda Overlie
One more night she laid down by her self in the bed whishing and making fantasies by the phone.
The love of her life is gone one more night and now she has to be going sleep with her wet skin.
Inside of her head are a lot of fantasies but out side is a lot of loneliness and now she has to go sleep one more night with out having what she needs into her life. read more »Christian K. Montiel
358.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
359.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
You don't need a bottle of wine.
Throw away your staccato way of speaking.
I've listened long enough.
Oh, I still love to listen, read more »bob barci