SAD POEMS ABOUT LIFE - SAD POEMS

poems

Something that arouses strong emotions because of its beauty
(poet) a writer of poems (the term is usually reserved for writers of good poetry)
(poem) a composition written in metrical feet forming rhythmical lines
(poetic) of or relating to poetry; “poetic works”; “a poetic romance”
A piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is nearly always rhythmical, usually metaphorical, and often exhibits such formal elements as meter, rhyme, and stanzaic structure

life

a characteristic state or mode of living; “social life”; “city life”; “real life”
The condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death
Living things and their activity
The state of being alive as a human being
the experience of being alive; the course of human events and activities; “he could no longer cope with the complexities of life”
the course of existence of an individual; the actions and events that occur in living; “he hoped for a new life in Australia”; “he wanted to live his own life without interference from others”

sad

Feeling or showing sorrow; unhappy
experiencing or showing sorrow or unhappiness; “feeling sad because his dog had died”; “Better by far that you should forget and smile / Than that you should remember and be sad”- Christina Rossetti
Pathetically inadequate or unfashionable
Causing or characterized by sorrow or regret; unfortunate and regrettable
of things that make you feel sad; “sad news”; “she doesn’t like sad movies”; “it was a very sad story”; “When I am dead, my dearest, / Sing no sad songs for me”- Christina Rossetti
deplorable: bad; unfortunate; “my finances were in a deplorable state”; “a lamentable decision”; “her clothes were in sad shape”; “a sorry state of affairs”

sad poems about life – The Great

The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems

The collected poems of one of the world’s greatest living writers, Tomas Transtromer, available in this comprehensive edition.

In day’s first hours consciousness can grasp the world
as the hand grips a sun-warmed stone.

Translated into fifty languages, the poetry of Tomas Transtromer has had a profound influence around the world, an influence that has steadily grown and has now attained a prominence comparable to that of Pablo Neruda’s during his lifetime. But if Neruda is blazing fire, Transtromer is expanding ice. The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems gathers all the poems Tomas Transtromer has published, from his distinctive first collection in 1954, 17 Poems, through his epic poem Baltics (“my most consistent attempt to write music”), and The Sad Gondola, published six years after he suffered a debilitating stroke in 1990 (“I am carried in my shadow / like a violin / in its black case.”), to his most recent slim book, The Great Enigma, published in Sweden in 2004. Also included is his prose-memoir Memories Look at Me, containing keys into his intensely spiritual, metaphysical poetry (like the brief passage of insect collecting on Runmaro Island when he was a teenager). Firmly rooted in the natural world, his work falls between dream and dream; it probes “the great unsolved love” with the opening up, through subtle modulations, of “concrete words.”

Random Poem..

It’s not really a poem..but it just shows my life…xP It has nothing to do with this picture..but…

They all go around, killing, oh the fun they have, destroying souls. But they don’t realize the harm they are doing..why? When will they ever see? Do they even listen to the cries they cause, the screams?
Yet they continue to go, hurting, tormenting, KILLING. They destroy the spirits of those they torture..but do they know? Is it all just for fun?
No one.. Just another victim of their evil doings. Others don’t matter…not to them.
Words can hurt, even though we try not to let them. They slowly kill us. Putting us on the edge…it’s not a good feeling..the feeling of torture.
Does anyone care? What they do is pure evil. Destroying lives on a daily basis…putting tears in our eyes..putting screams in our throats…putting slits in our hearts..until we fall to pieces.
Is that their reason behind it? They want us to die a sad, painful death? They torment until our blood runs cold, until we feel no more.
It hurts..when the emotional pain becomes physical..it hurts..when you feel that it’s all your fault..life is painful when filled with death.

T.T I wrote that poem about bullies..my life is filled with them.. it actually fits with Alabaster a little too, since he was bullied in school..(I have his whole history down..xD)
XP Thanks for reading.

There's an old baker on a teenie tiny island. He's sick and tired of cakes, and cream, and jam. But none the less, he has to sit and eat is cakes all by himself. Because he lives all alone on a teeny

Sad poem about cakes.

sad poems about life

When is the last time a poem made you blush or drove you mad to crack its code? Sometimes a poem is mysterious, other times downright weird, shamelessly real, raw or even ruthless. For me, I consider a poem good when something within me is stirred up when I read it. It doesn’t have to make me feel good – it just has to make me feel something. However, if a poem is so out of reach that I’ve no idea what the poet is trying to say, I’ll just hate it and walk away. As a poet, I don’t want readers to scratch their heads and say, “What the…?” I want them to get it. Sure, I want to turn a phrase in a way that is poetic and unique, but I don’t want to leave you wondering what I was smokin’ when I wrote it. Code in poetry is only fun when you can break it. With maybe one or two exceptions, I feel my poems are pretty down to earth and straight forward. But maybe I’m wrong. Poetry is, after all, as subjective as any writing. I hope above all else that you’ll be stirred in some way by this effin’ little book. I hope it stirs you to read more poetry, to write more poetry or to express your own creativity in the ways that you find uplifting.