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.
(more…)

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
(more…)

For A Sad Lady by Dorothy Parker

And let her loves, when she is dead,
Write this above her bones:
(more…)

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.
(more…)

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.
(more…)

The Sad Day by Thomas Flatman

O THE sad day!
When friends shall shake their heads, and say
Of miserable me–
(more…)

The Sad Message by Russell Edson

The Captain becomes moody at sea. He’s
afraid of water; such bully amounts that prove the
seas. . .
(more…)

The Sad Shepherd by William Butler Yeats

There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend,
And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming,
(more…)

To A Sad Daughter by Michael Ondaatje

All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
(more…)

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!
(more…)