Sorrow Poems
The Power Of The Dog
by Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
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Here Follows Some Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House
by Anne Bradstreet
In silent night when rest I took
For sorrow near I did not look
I waked was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of "Fire!" and "Fire!"
Let no man know is my desire.
I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To strengthen me in my distress
And not to leave me succorless.
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Saturday's Child
by Countee Cullen
Some are teethed on a silver spoon,
With the stars strung for a rattle;
I cut my teeth as the black racoon--
For implements of battle.
Some are swaddled in silk and down,
And heralded by a star;
They swathed my limbs in a sackcloth gown
On a night that was black as tar.
For some, godfather and goddame
The opulent fairies be;
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On Living
by Nâzım Hikmet
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Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example--
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Living is no laughing matter:
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree
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Us
by Elisa Martinelli
There is a word
In my head
And it cuts like a sword
Killing me dead.
It's a syllable
That cuts like a knife
When I am not able
To handle my life.
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Narben der Trauer
by Mario Odekerken
Narben der Trauer, leise und tief,
gezeichnet auf der Seele,
unsichtbar,
ein Schatten, der mit jedem Schritt bleibt,
ein Flüstern, das die Stille füllt.
Erinnerungen tragen Schmerz und Licht,
Momente, die verblassen, doch nie ganz gehen,
wie Wellen, die an ferne Ufer schlagen,
im Herz bewahrt unauslöschlich, nah.
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In the darkest hour,of the darkest day
by Mario Odekerken
In the darkest hour,of the darkest day,
when shadows swallow all warmth,
a faint glimmer stirs within,
a pulse of courage
that refuses to fade.
Hope lingers,
a whisper against the silence,
waiting for the light to return.
The sea of love
by Mario Odekerken
I´ve sailed
over many oceans and seas
but one particular sea
i couldn´t cross
It was the sea
who kept me drifting
It was the sea of love.
I hide my pain (lyrics)
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I sit in darkness,
hiding my pain,
in regions of sorrow,
my thoughts remain.
Torrents of tears,
run down my face.
as I search for comfort,
In a warm embrace.
A thousand thought,
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by Adriano Radasedgfsf
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Frances Ellen Wat Harper (14 poems about Sorrow)
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