Poems for Sadness and Grief that Will Make You Tear up
It’s only natural to feel sad sometimes. Instead of trying to keep the grief or the sadness at bay, it’s healthier to release it via some sad death poems and allow yourself to process your feelings. Some people find it helpful to express their feelings through poetry.
Everyone needs a good cry every once in a while, so why not start it out by reading some of your favorite classic sad poems?
The emotional depth of poetry is a great way to get your tear ducts liquidated and make your tissue useful.
The most effective ways for us to connect with and soothe one another as people are by observing sadness and showing empathy.
I hope that after reading this compilation of poems, you’ll be motivated to come up with fresh and improved approaches to supporting people who are grieving.
Look at them below:
Poems for Sadness and Grief that Will Make You Tear Up
1. I Cry
Sometimes when I’m alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.And sometimes.
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
– Poem by Tupac
2. Remember
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 plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
– Poem by Christina Rossetti
3. How happy I was if I could forget
How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of BloomKeeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold.
– Poem by Emily Dickinson
4. The Sad Mother
Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.
– Poem by Gabriela Mistral
5. Be Not Sad
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again — –
Can they dishonour you?They are sadder than all tears;
Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.
Proudly answer to their tears:
As they deny, deny.
– Poem by James Joyce
6. Sad In Blue (A Lyric)
Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side
Nowhere to run
Sad sad sad in blueInto the night hold me tight
Love me babe I need some light
What’s wrong and what’s right
When shadows dwell and abideSad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad youInto the night take a flight
Feelings, touch, everything out sight
Love me with feelings ok
Come come babe now closer staySad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you
– Poem by Peter S. Quinn
7. Beeny Cliff
O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea,
And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free –
The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me.The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away
In a nether sky, engrossed in saying their ceaseless babbling say,
As we laughed light-heartedly aloft on that clear-sunned March day.A little cloud then cloaked us, and there flew an irised rain,
And the Atlantic dyed its levels with a dull misfeatured stain,
And then the sun burst out again, and purples prinked the main.– Still in all its chasmal beauty bulks old Beeny to the sky,
And shall she and I not go there once again now March is nigh,
And the sweet things said in that March say anew there by and by?What if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore,
The woman now is – elsewhere – whom the ambling pony bore,
And nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will laugh there nevermore.
– Poem by Thomas Hardy
8. Because I Liked You Better
Because I liked you better
Than suits a man to say,
It irked you, and I promised
To throw the thought away.To put the world between us
We parted, stiff and dry;
‘Good-bye,’ said you, ‘forget me.’
‘I will, no fear’, said I.If here, where clover whitens
The dead man’s knoll, you pass,
And no tall flower to meet you
Starts in the trefoiled grass,Halt by the headstone naming
The heart no longer stirred,
And say the lad that loved you
Was one that kept his word.
– Poem by A. E. Housman
9. I Sing A Sad Song
I sing a sad song for the cold, lonely
Moments no one will admit to aloud.I sing a sad song for all of the broken
Promises,
Wrought by circumstances beyond
Anyone’s control.I sing a sad song for the faces pressing
Against the window panes in longing.I sing a sad song for wild anticipation
Of days that never come.I sing a sad song for the telephone
That never rings enough.I sing a sad song for dreams woven of
Hopeless illusions.I sing a sad song for all of those who
Waste time, singing sad songs!
– Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
10. A Quoi Bon Dire
Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.So I, as I grow stiff and cold
To this and that say Good-bye too;
And everybody sees that I am old
But you.And one fine morning in a sunny lane
Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear
That nobody can love their way again
While over there
You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.
– Poem by Charlotte Mew
11. Pad, Pad
I always remember your beautiful flowers
And the beautiful kimono you wore
When you sat on the couch
With that tigerish crouch
And told me you loved me no more.What I cannot remember is how I felt when you were unkind
All I know is, if you were unkind now I should not mind.
Ah me, the power to feel exaggerated, angry and sad
The years have taken from me. Softly I go now, pad pad.
Poem by Stevie Smith
12. Continuous
James Cagney was the one up both our streets.
His was the only art we ever shared.
A gangster film and choc ice were the treats
that showed about as much love as he dared.
He’d be my own age now in ’49!
The hand that glinted with the ring he wore,
his father’s, tipped the cold bar into mine
just as the organist dropped through the floor.
He’s on the platform lowered out of sight
to organ music, this time on looped tape,
into a furnace with a blinding light
where only his father’s ring will keep its shape.
I wear it now to Cagney’s on my own
And sense my father’s hands cupped round my treat –
they feel as though they’ve been chilled to the bone
from holding my ice cream all through White Heat.
– Poem by Tony Harrison
During our worst moments of mourning, these poems serve as a constant reminder that our suffering gives us our power.
It may be difficult to believe when you’re in the throes of grief, but the worst of your sadness will eventually pass.
Give yourself as much time as you need to work through your emotions, and just know that everything becomes more bearable with time.
We hope these poems provide the relief you desperately need during grief.
Do you have a favourite?Let us know in the comment box below!
