Category Archives: Sad Poems
For A Sad Lady by Dorothy Parker
And let her loves, when she is dead, Write this above her bones:
To A Sad Daughter by Michael Ondaatje
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit.
A Sad State Of Freedom by Nazim Hikmet
You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
Sad Steps by Philip Larkin
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness.
From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
Someone was saying something about shadows covering the field, about how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning and the morning goes.
To The Sad Moon by Sir Philip Sidney
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face!
The Sad Shepherd by William Butler Yeats
There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend, And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming,
The Sad Day by Thomas Flatman
O THE sad day! When friends shall shake their heads, and say Of miserable me–
A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood
You’re sad because you’re sad. It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep.
