Be encouraged by this collection of sad poems. The feeling of being sad and unhappy is a natural part of life, the secret is to accept the feeling but not to get stuck in a continual feeling of sadness.
There are many
things in life that can make us feel sad and upset - loss of a loved one, saying goodbye, arguing and not forgiving, bad memories that come to the surface, losing our health, or being in the hospital, wars, and fighting, the list
could go on and on.
We all know that life is full of good times and bad times. No one gets through life without experiencing both of these emotions. We hope these poems give you thoughts to think about when feeling sad!
Oh! why so sad this joyful day?
Why weepest thou when all are gay?
Their sweetest songs the birds now sing,
With mirth glad nature's echoes ring,
Vibrating joy from heart to heart
Should bid thy sorrows now depart.
Why still repine? Life is not long.
Come join the happy, joyful throng.
Thus friends oft come and kindly speak,
But sorrow's chain they cannot break;
For round my heart 'tis linked till death
My soul shall free from this sad earth.
The past and present o'er me blend,
I long to see my journey's end;
When silent voices I shall hear
And kiss the lips, still true and dear.
From love's bright garland, one by one,
The fairest flowers soon were gone,
But I've been left, their loss to weep,
My lonely vigils e'er to keep.
Then blame me not, if I am sad,
My careworn heart cannot be glad.
Lone in this world, who could remain
Without e'er feeling lasting pain?
This Shall Pass
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Never let the sadness of the day
Carry on and bring you down in every way
Remember the saying this shall pass
Sadness is not meant to last.
My Childhood Home I See Again
Poet: Abraham Lincoln
My childhood's home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There's pleasure in it too.
O Memory! thou midway world
'Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,
And, freed from all that's earthly vile,
Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.
As dusky mountains please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle-tones that, passing by,
In distance die away;
As leaving some grand waterfall,
We, lingering, list its roar--
So memory will hallow all
We've known, but know no more.
Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well.
Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things;
But seeing them, to mind again
The lost and absent brings.
The friends I left that parting day,
How changed, as time has sped!
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray,
And half of all are dead.
I hear the loved survivors tell
How nought from death could save,
Till every sound appears a knell,
And every spot a grave.
No Need For Sadness
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the book of age, each page is a precious tome,
A journey through the years, our hearts a cozy home.
Don't let the count of numbers bring you down,
For age is but a jewel, in life's radiant crown.
No need for sadness, let's celebrate the years,
With laughter, love, and joyful cheers.
In aging, we find wisdom's steady grace,
A chance to cherish life's enduring embrace.
Remember, in each sunrise and sunset's hue,
The gift of being here, life's canvas anew.
With gratitude and joy, let's take the stage,
For age is a blessing, a story to engage.
So wear your years with pride, let happiness abide,
In each passing moment, let your spirit glide.
For in the tapestry of time, you play a vital part,
Celebrate your age with a joyful heart.
Don't Let Sadness And Worry
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Worry holds no benefit only shadows often play,
Worry only serves to lead us far astray.
Filling your mind with thoughts of what may never come to pass,
It weaves a web of sorrow, a sadness class.
Yet in its midst, a glimmer of hope shines bright,
Action can transform the darkest night.
Instead of dwelling on what might befall,
Don't let sadness and worry be your downfall.
When worries cloud the sky, take a proactive stance,
Turn sadness into joy, and let life's dance enhance.
With action, we conquer what fear may convey,
And in the face of worry, action can make it go away.
When it comes to anger, flames burn hot and bright,
But heed this truth, for anger's not quite right.
It hurts those around, like a tempest's fierce gale,
Leaving behind sadness, like a mournful, woeful tale.
With harsh words and actions, it wounds and scars,
Leaving hearts in pieces, like shattered glass jars.
Yet anger need not rule, we can find a way,
Not to create sadness and ruin the day.
Let kindness be your guide, in anger's stead,
Speak with compassion, let empathy spread.
For once anger's unleashed, it's hard to retract,
So choose gentler paths to react.
In the face of frustration, let patience bloom,
Replace anger's thunder with a peaceful, soothing tune.
Choose love over fury, let understanding be your guide,
And in your heart, let forgiveness reside.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes.
In looking on the happy autumn-fields.
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail.
That brings our friends up from the under-world;
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square:
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death.
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love.
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret, -
O death in life, the days that are no more.
Every day is a fresh beginning.
Every morn is the world made new;
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning.
Here is a beautiful hope for you -
A hope for me and a hope for you.
All the past things are past and over.
The tasks are done and the tears are shed;
Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover;
Yesterday's wounds, which smarted and bled.
Are healed with the healing which night has shed.
Yesterday now is a part of forever.
Bound up in a sheaf, which God holds tight;
With glad days and sad days and bad days which never
Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight.
Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night.
Let them go, since we cannot relive them,
Cannot undo, and cannot atone:
God in His mercy, receive, forgive them;
Only the new days are our own.
Today is ours, and today alone.
Here are the skies all burnished brightly.
Here is the spent Earth all reborn.
Here are the tired limbs springing lightly
To face the sun and to share with the morn
In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn.
Every day is a fresh beginning;
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning.
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain.
Take heart with the day, and begin again.
God tells us to find joy in the day
Even if you feel sad in some way
Joy can be found in your heart
By doing this it will set you apart.
Forgiveness
Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men.
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
The green mounds of the village burial-place;
Where, pondering how all human love and hate
Find one sad level; and how, soon or late.
Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face.
And cold hands folded over a still heart.
Pass the green threshold of our common grave.
Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart.
Awed for myself, and pitying my race.
Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave.
Swept all my pride away, and, trembling, I forgave!
To say goodbye makes me feel so sad
I wish you didn't have to go
But when I see you again, oh, I will be so glad
Sadness will leave and happiness will show.
It takes so little to make us sad;
Just a slighting word or a doubting sneer,
Just a scornful smile on some lips held dear,
And our footsteps lag, though the goal seemed near,
And we lose the courage and hope we had -
So little it takes to make us sad.
It takes so little to make us glad;
Just the cheering clasp of a friendly hand,
Just a word from one who can understand
And we finish the task we long had planned,
And we lose the doubt and the fear we had -
So little it takes to make us glad.
Saddest Thoughts Make Sweetest Song
Poet: G. W. Warder
When the twilight shades are falling
And the even-tide is near,
Comes the voice of memory calling,
Soft as falling of a tear;
And from shadows dim and fleeting
Come the saddest songs and greeting,
Yet the sweetest that I hear.
And I dream the olden dreaming
In the gloaming by the way,
And life's rosy-tinted gleaming
Seems to crown the closing day;
And my heart and brain and being
Wrapt in visions I am seeing,
Sad, yet brightest that I may!
Oh, our saddest thoughts are sweetest!
For they span a broader sea,
Soaring eagle-winged and fleetest
O'er the world of memory.
Hope crowned, heavenward and untiring,
To the good and loved aspiring,
They are calling unto thee.
Like the murmur of bright rivers
In the Islands of the Blest,
Where the solemn music quivers
Like a birdling in its nest,
Come the smiles of those who love us
From the far-off heavens above us,
And our saddest songs are best.