100 Sorrow Poems to Feel the Sadness

“Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.”

These profound words by Samuel Johnson reflect the intrinsic connection between sorrow and human experience.

The expression of sorrow, through sorrow poems, has been a subject of fascination and scholarly exploration, shedding light on the cathartic and healing aspects of creative expression.

As we delve into the realm of poems about sorrow, it’s essential to acknowledge that poetry serves as a powerful channel for processing grief and connecting with the rawest facets of our emotions.

This article invites you to immerse yourself in the world of sorrow poetry.

Best Sorrow Poems

Dive into the world of sorrow with the best poems that beautifully capture the depth of this emotion. These best poems about sorrow offer a profound reflection on the human experience of sadness.

1. Elegy for Jane Doe

       by Pablo Neruda

I do not know who you are
but I weep for you.

I do not know your name
but I mourn your passing.

I do not know your story
but I grieve for your loss.

You are one of the many
who have died without a name.
You are one of the many
who have been forgotten.

But I will not forget you.

I will remember you
in my heart.

I will remember you
in my prayers.

I will remember you
in my poems.

You are not alone.
I am here with you.
I am grieving with you.

2. Do not Go Gentle into That Good Night

       by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blindeyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

3. So We’ll Go no More a Roving

       by Lord Byron

So we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to gather strength,
And the limbs must pause to rest.

And the kiss that I left in sorrow
I still think warm and moist.
But the heart is too weak to borrow
One hope from all that’s lost.

So farewell, fond hope and love!
And farewell, youth and bloom!
And farewell, that fatal shove
That cast us from the womb!

The cold earth sleeps below,
And the cold heavens above,
And the cold heart beats so low,
That it beats the death of love.

4. A Lament

       by Edgar Allan Poe

I WOULD we were boys again,
And I would we were free.
I would we were boys together,
And I would we could be.

For the world is cold,
And the heart is old,
And life is full of pain.
And we are older than we seem,
And younger than the same.

I would we were boys again,
And I would we were free.
I would we were boys together,
And I would we could be.

5. In Memoriam A.H.H.

       by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;

Mine, too, shall be the grateful song
My lonely reed shall learn and teach
The praise of him who loved his own
And loved them unto death.

6. Dover Beach

       by Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon is bright,
On Dover Beach, and the cliffs of England stand.
But the moon is not enough, nor tides, nor cliffs,
Nor stars in heaven, nor the rolling sea;
A man must know he is not alone,
Must hear, must feel, the touch of human hand,
The sound of human speech, the warm response
Of hearts that beat together—oh, to reach
Out to a love that will not leave us, to feel
Another’s heart beating beside our own!

7. Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep

       by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

8. Annabel Lee

       by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

9. The Raven

       by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

10. When You Are Old

       by W.B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And death no longer the chance to weep,
I ask for one thing: remember me,
The one who loved you endlessly.

Recall those days, the laughter and the sighs,
The tender look in my loving eyes,
And if my poetry brought you delight,
Hold them close in the still of the night.

11. She Walks in Beauty

       by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

12. Remember

       by Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.

13. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

       by T.S. Eliot

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Famous Sorrow Poems

Explore verses penned by renowned poets who have masterfully portrayed the nuances of sorrow in their works. Famous poems about sorrow resonate with the universal themes of loss and melancholy.

1. Tears, Idle Tears

       by Alfred, Lord 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 the lullaby of the Southern Seas,
Was my delight when first my heart began
To open to the warmth of life and love.
Yet was it not so sweet as this despair.

2. Ode to a Nightingale

       by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

3. When I Consider How My Light is Spent

       by John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best, his State
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”

4. on My First Son

       by Ben Jonson

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, lov’d boy.
Seven years tho’ wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
Oh, could I lose all father, now. For why
Will man lament the state he should envy,
To have so soon ‘scap’d world’s and flesh’s rage,
And if no other misery, yet age?
Rest in soft peace, and, ask’d, say, Here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.
For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.

5. Because I Could not Stop for Death

       by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – ’tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –

6. When We Two Parted

       by Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

7. A Dream within a Dream

       by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

8. Sailing to Byzantium

       by W.B. Yeats

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

9. A Grief Ago”9

       by Philip Larkin

Watching the shied core
Striking the basket, skidding across the floor,
Shows less and less of luck, and more and more
Of failure spreading back up the arm
Earlier and earlier, the unraised hand calm,
The apple unbitten in the palm.

Short Sorrow Poems

Experience the concise power of sorrow in short poems about sorrow that distill the rawness of this emotion into a few carefully chosen words. These verses offer a poignant glimpse into the depths of feeling.

1. The Night is Darkening Round Me

       by Emily Brontë

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

2. A Song of Despair

       by Pablo Neruda

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.

3. On Another’s Sorrow

       by William Blake

Can I see another’s woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another’s grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

4. I Meant to Do My Work Today

       by Richard Le Gallienne

I meant to do my work today—
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.

5. Dust of Snow

       by Robert Frost

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

6. A Tear and a Smile

       by Khalil Gibran

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

7. Rain

       by Edward Thomas

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.

8. The Sad Mother

       by Gabriela Mistral

Sleep, my little one, sleep.
The gull broods over the sea.
Ah, the man is heavy and heavy;
He is not heavy, my love.

9. The Little Boy Lost

       by William Blake

‘Father, father, where are you going?
O do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
Or else I shall be lost.’

10. Epitaph

       by Merrit Malloy

When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.

11. A Cradle Song

       by William Blake

Sweet dreams, form a shade
O’er my lovely infant’s head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!

12. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

       by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

13. Acquainted with the Night

       by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

14. Prayer Before Birth

       by Louis MacNeice

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
Human nature, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,

Long Sorrow Poems

Delve deep into the heart of long poems about sorrow that offer an immersive exploration of grief and loss. These verses provide a profound and cathartic reflection on the experience.

1. Threnody

       by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Have I not heard the question asked
‘Is human nature so defaced by sin
That all its civilising influences
And all the institutes of laws and rights
Which order, govern, and constrain the world
Seed, root, and branch, must perish from the earth?
Is man so black of nature, so unfit
For an ideal humanity,
That he would rather leave its noblest forms
And sink into the beast? If so,
Why waste we breath in dreams? The golden age
That some have feigned, may come again,
When nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shrieked against our creed,
And man, distinguished from the beast
Only by speech and reason, not by love,
Shall fight for his existence with his fellow,
And not with beast alone but with himself.

2. Adonais

       by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I weep for Adonais—he is dead!
Dead, is he dead?—And who is he?
One who was made of the elements,
Which build the frame of this our earth and sea;
One who was like a flame,
And who is gone away.

I weep for Adonais—he is dead!
What boots it to thee, he is dead?
Oh, fountains, wherefore now are ye so still?
And silent, ye birds that sang among the trees?
And wherefore do ye not your voices thrill?
He is dead who loved you. Was he not your king?
Could not your tears bring
Adonais back again?

3. Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

       by Thomas Gray

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such, as wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree’s shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
The cock’s shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.

4. The Waste Land

       by T.S. Eliot

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
“Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.”
And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
My cousin, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, “Marie,
Marie, hold on tight.” And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.

5. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

       by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch’s oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.

6. Maud

       by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Ah yet, when all is thought and said,
The heart still overrules the head;
Still what we hope we must believe,
And what is given us receive;
Must still believe, for still we hope;
But once cast off the golden scope,
Once spurn the dust that round us lies,
And we are bound by our own ties.
We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up,
Give light, give faith, that we may move
Asunder from our native night,
And follow after the great light
That shines through all this human story,
And in the centre of all, the glory,
For ever and ever, and evermore.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Uplifting Sorrow Poems

Discover the healing power of uplifting poems for grief that provide solace in times of grief. These verses offer a sense of hope and comfort, guiding you through moments of sadness.

1. To a Friend

       by Amy Lowell

I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on.

Forever I shall use you for my creed,
And make you as a threshold to my door,
Believing in a heaven I’ll touch and see
That only you have gone before.

2. A Dream

       by Edgar Allan Poe

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed—
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

3. Turn Again to Life

       by Mary Lee Hall

If I should die and leave you here awhile,
Be not like others, sore undone, who keep
Long vigils by the silent dust, and weep.
For my sake—turn again to life and smile,
Nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do
Something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine,
And I, perchance, may therein comfort you.

4. No Coward Soul is Mine

       by Emily Brontë

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from Fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life—that in me has rest,
As I—undying Life—have power in Thee!

5. Hope is the Thing with Feathers

       by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

6. Invictus

       by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

7. The Sun Will Rise and We Will Try Again

       by Anonymous

There are some nights that you will feel the pain
As long as you’re alive
And the sound of the waves
Will help you make it through the night

8. A Psalm of Life

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

9. In Time of Sorrow

       by Oliver Wendell Holmes

O Thou, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition’s humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow’s weeping eye.

See, low before Thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
Hast Thou not said, “Return”?

10. A Litany for Survival

       by Audre Lorde

When i feel my anger rising
When i feel my heart closing
When i feel my spirit dying
I will remember
I will remember
I will remember

that there is a movement
that there is a struggle
that there is a fight

and that i can be part of it

that i can be part of it
that i can be part of it

11. The Peace of Wild Things

       by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wild things are.

The peace of wild things will come into me
when the night is dark and the moon is new
and all the world I have ever known
has gone away,
and there is nothing left but the wild things.

The peace of wild things will come into me.

12. Hope

       by Emily Dickinson

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Sorrow Poems That Rhyme

Experience the rhythmic charm of poems about sorrow with rhyme. These carefully crafted poems capture the emotion with eloquence, inviting reflection and healing.

1. The Road not Taken

       by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

2. Solitude

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.

3. To Althea, from Prison

       by Richard Lovelace

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for a hermitage.

4. If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking

       by Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

5. The Highwayman

       by Alfred Noyes

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

6. The Lady of Shalott

       by Lord Alfred Tennyson

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
“The curse is come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shalott.

7. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

       by T.S. Eliot

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

8. A Dream Within A Dream

       by Edgar Allan Poe

And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then, in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life, was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still.

Sorrow Poems for Death

Reflect on the profound emotions of loss and grief with poems dedicated to sorrow for death. These poems about sorrow for death offer a way to navigate the complex and painful experience of saying goodbye.

1. The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

       by Randall Jarrell

From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

2. On Death

       by Kahlil Gibran

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day
cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death,
open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

3. Crossing the Bar

       by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

4. The Passing of Arthur

       by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.

5. To an Athlete Dying Young

       by A.E. Housman

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

6. The Sick Rose

       by William Blake

O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

7. To One in Paradise

       by Edgar Allan Poe

Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

8. When I Am Dead, My Dearest

       by Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

9. Death, Be not Proud

       by John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

10. Thanatopsis

       by William Cullen Bryant

To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.

11. Requiem

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

12. To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

       by Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

13. The End

       by Wilfred Owen

There is no record of the birth
Of a star, but, having set,
The end of its life on earth
In one half-hour is not
In doubt; as one half-hour leaves
The truth of light and shade
Divided as from the eaves
The final fall is made.

Sorrow Poems about Love

Explore the intersection of sorrow and love through poetry. These poems of sorrow and love poignantly depict the heartache and beauty of love and its connection to moments of sorrow.

1. The Broken Heart

       by John Donne

He is stark mad, whoever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Yet not that love so soon decays,
But that it can ten in less space devour.

2. La Belle Dame Sans Merci

       by John Keats

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!”

3. Love after Love

       by Derek Walcott

The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other’s welcome,
And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you

4. The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd

       by Sir Walter Raleigh

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy Love.

5. The Good-Morrow

       by John Donne

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp North, without declining West?

6. First Love

       by John Clare

I ne’er was stuck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

7. I Loved You

       by Alexander Pushkin

I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It has already ceased to burn with the same brightness as before

8. Sonnet 147

       by William Shakespeare

My love is thine to teach. Teach it but how,
And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn
Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

9. The Good-Morrow

       by John Donne

For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown.

10. La Belle Dame Sans Merci

       by John Keats

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

11. The Broken Heart

       by William Barnes

Oh, what to me thoo bist, my love!
That weet vor me the zun do vail,
An’ happy is the day above the housen,
When thou bist there a-knittèn, in the vail.

12. The Ballad of Reading Gaol

       by Oscar Wilde

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

13. First Love

       by John Clare

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more.

14. Love’s Alchemy

       by John Donne

Some that have deeper digg’d love’s mine than I,
Say, where his centric happiness doth lie:
I have loved, and got, and told,
But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
I should not find that hidden mystery.

Sorrow Poems about Pain

Navigate the depths of emotional pain with poems that delve into sorrow and anguish. These poems about sorrow and pain capture the intensity of suffering and offer a medium for catharsis.

1. The Garden of Proserpine

       by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all things are kind;
Thou hast found thy tears too bitter,
Thy heart too weak to bind.

The pain that made thee perfect
Here shall not trouble more;
The gods that we have banished
Are powerless for evermore.

2. The Wail of the Banshee

       by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The keen winds blow, the skies are low,
The woods are black and drear,
And the wild waves moan, as they break and groan,
And the Banshee’s wail is clear.

She weeps for the lost, for the loved and the crossed,
For the young and the fair and the brave;
She weeps for the broken hearts that are unspoken,
And the graves that are filled with the grave.

3. Lament for a Dead Lover

       by Lord Byron

And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
And forms so soft and pure as thine
Are tenants of the earth.

And I am left to mourn alone,
The love that should have been my own,
And weep behind the veil of years
Some long-forgotten tears.

4. Pain

        by Khalil Gibran

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun,
so must you know pain.

5. Pain Has an Element of Blank

       by Emily Dickinson

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

6. The City in the Sea

       by Edgar Allan Poe

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.

7. The Sorrows of Young Werther

       by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

There is a love that is not like any other. There is a fire that is not like any other.
There is a sound that is not like any other. Oh, what is it that I feel?

8. Sonnet 64

       by William Shakespeare

When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-ras’d
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;

9. Pain and Time

       by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Two mighty twins are Time and Pain:
They tell for naught how much they cost,
For underneath it all’s a gain
Beyond a thing that can be lost.

10. I Measure Every Grief I Meet

       by Emily Dickinson

I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes—
I wonder if It weighs like Mine—
Or has an Easier size.

11. A Dirge

       by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;

Final Thoughts

As we conclude our exploration of sorrow poems, we encourage you to share your thoughts in the comments below.

Sorrow, a universal and deeply human emotion, finds solace and resonance in the world of sorrow poetry.

Each verse invites you to connect with the rawest facets of emotion, offering healing, understanding, and reflection.

These poems about sorrow serve as a source of catharsis and a means to navigate the complex and often painful terrain of human experience.

Join us in celebrating the beauty of words and the therapeutic value of sorrow poems.

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