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.
Do Not Ask Me
Poet: Owen Darnell
Do not ask me to remember,
Don’t try to make me understand,
Let me rest and know you’re with me,
Kiss my cheek and hold my hand.
I’m confused beyond your concept,
I am sad and sick and lost.
All I know is that I need you
To be with me at all cost.
Do not lose your patience with me,
Do not scold or curse or cry.
I can’t help the way I’m acting,
Can’t be different though I try.
Just remember that I need you,
That the best of me is gone,
Please don’t fail to stand beside me,
Love me ’til my life is done.
In Prospect Of Death
Poet: William Freeland
When I shall die - and be it late or soon -
Let merciful memories be my only shroud.
Think me a light veiled in a mourning cloud;
Living to knowledge, like a finished moon -
Though nothing here, to other lands a boon:
Nor let my death give triumph to the proud,
By your weak tears: be happy with the crowd
Who, spite of woe, are seldom out of tune.
Wise in the common instinct, be ye glad:
There's some redemption in the doom of death
That cuts us from new sins - sweet mercy's plan.
Yet, if for me you be sincerely sad,
Do this sweet homage to my valued breath -
Ease the sad burden of some living man!
Quickly he passed away from sight
And left us all in grief,
And at the darkest hour of night
His spirit found relief!
So hard and sad and sharp the blow,
We hardly think it true;
And with our hearts all filled with woe
We feel rebellious too!
But God knows best, his ways are just;
We utter not a word!
We cling to him with perfect trust,
Our Maker and our Lord!
Farewell, beloved, a long farewell;
We'll miss you day by day,
And God alone our grief can tell,
And he its pain will stay!
Safe now you are with dear ones gone!
What greetings you have found!
And, in the higher life new born,
United anthems sound!
We'll meet again, all free from care,
'Where sickness is unknown ;
We'll join again in praise and prayer
Around the Father's throne!
Sad Are The Hearts
Poet: Caleb Davis Bradlee
Sad are the hearts met here to-day,
And heavy is our grief;
Be thou, God, the light and way
Unto a sure relief.
In prime of life, at manhood's hour,
This heavy blow has come;
And parents dear did feel thy power,
When thou didst call him home.
They loved him much, they hardly know
Why they should give him up!
But wilt thou, Father, gently show
How they shall drink the cup
And let them look right through the gate
That leads to Thee above;
And may they sec his royal state
All hallowed by thy love.
And guardian angel let him be
Over their home and heart;
May he by thine all-wise decree,
A daily grace impart.
Let father, mother, brothers dear,
All bow unto thy will;
And calm each thought, and stay each fear,
And speak thy "Peace, be still! "
God, at last, unite us all
Where no more tears are shed;
And let thy love upon us fall;
May we by grace be fed.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
When you feel sad
Think of the times when you were glad
Don't dwell on sadness
Change your attitude and your focus
The Days That Are No More
Poet: Alfred Tennyson
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.
Poet: Susan Coolidge
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.
Joy In The Day
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
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.
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!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
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
Poet: Ida Goldsmith Morris
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.