Sad poems

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Safety-Clutch

© Ambrose Bierce

Once I seen a human ruin
In a elevator-well.
And his members was bestrewin'
All the place where he had fell.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

© Omar Khayyám

I.
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

The Triumph Of Woman

© Robert Southey

Her form of majesty, her eyes of fire
Chill with respect, or kindle with desire.
The admiring multitude her charms adore,
And own her worthy of the crown she wore.

Sonnet 10

© Robert Southey

How darkly o'er yon far-off mountain frowns
The gather'd tempest! from that lurid cloud
The deep-voiced thunders roll, aweful and loud
Tho' distant; while upon the misty downs

Sonnet 05

© Robert Southey

Hard by the road, where on that little mound
The high grass rustles to the passing breeze,
The child of Misery rests her head in peace.
Pause there in sadness. That unhallowed ground

Hymn To The Penates

© Robert Southey

Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain
Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall
I hang the silent harp: there may its strings,
When the rude tempest shakes the aged pile,

Almost Gone

© Gary R. Ferris

Im almost gone.
*****
They say I should be saddened,

The Day

© Gary R. Ferris

I start to pray.
*****
I talk to you,

We Both Can Win

© Gary R. Ferris

It seems wont ever start.
*****
You want this and I want that,

Shine, Perishing Republic

© Robinson Jeffers

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
to empire
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the
mass hardens,

Psalm 126

© Isaac Watts

When God restored our captive state,
Joy was our song, and grace our theme;
The grace beyond our hopes so great
That joy appeared a painted dream.

Hymn 23 part 2

© Isaac Watts

Must all the charms of nature, then,
So hopeless to salvation prove?
Can hell demand, can heav'n condemn,
The man whom Jesus deigns to love?

We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain

© Charles Bukowski

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.

Cows In Art Class

© Charles Bukowski

good weather
is like
good women-
it doesn't always happen

Consummation Of Grief

I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water

An Almost Made Up Poem

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and

Somebody

and I said

forget that

Tz'u No. 9 (Weary)

Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary
to rearrange my hair.
Plum flowers, newly fallen, drift about the courtyard
in the evening wind.
The moon looks pale and light clouds float
to and fro.