Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Famous Sad Poems
The Saddest Classic Poems
Coping with sadness can be quite a challenge. Many famous poets understood that whether one feels sadness because of a breakup, the loss of a loved one, illness, or another of life's many injustices, one of the best ways to vent this complicated emotion is through poetry. Many famous poets used their words to turn sadness into something tangible, making it easier to understand. Poems that deal with sadness have often helped their writers to identify the true source of their sadness. They can also help readers to feel understood and less alone.
Poems about Sadness and Depression by Famous Poets
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Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Featured Shared Story
This poem, in my own eyes, represents things I have already heard. A sum up of this poem, for any and all that wish to understand the dark yet true meaning behind this poem, Ella states that...
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deemFeatured Shared Story
Most of what we learn we learn from others. It is the moments we ourselves have to live and learn that we realize most of what we are taught or preached have been lies. We all have to live...
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,Featured Shared Story
A wonderful poem Paul Laurence Dunbar wrote many years ago, after slavery was abolished.
How it must have hurt to know his parents had been slaves...
Imagine the pain that slavery...
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.Featured Shared Story
Had I lived during her time and been fortunate enough to pass her on the road, she might have misjudged my level of grief. I would have been one of those wearing a smile, a smile with little...
Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
And squeeze with all my might until
No breath of being lingered there.Featured Shared Story
I fully agree. I had the same impression reading this poem. Someone close to me has the same problem. It is why this poem seems so tragic...
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could countFeatured Shared Story
Wow! I like it! It is wonderful. I like nature and science. It's very interesting.
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