Sad Love Poems
Lets don’t run from the fact being sad is prominent par of one`s life. Generally when ever people are hurt, full of sorrow or dishearten, they tend to read or write sad poems. Sad love poems can refer to dishearten soul or may be a commotions missing someone. Sad Love Poems may express anger, heartbreak, and betrayal and hurt that follow lost love and breaking up.
Same of the famous sad love poems are:
Entrapment
by Christopher
Hopelessly bound unfettered
by the chains of love's grip
- greatest gift,
fate's cruelest curse.
Wherefore do I weep at knowing the joy,
the warmth,at feeling the peace,
the fire.
Wherefore do I weep unable to complete ,
to be,unknown the kiss,
the flames.
Wherefore do I weep at loving not living
seeing not touching breathing not sharing
holding not loving?
All,because I, The Fool,
am no more?
Seek Not My Heart
by Kit McCallum
Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?
Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.
It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.
It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.
No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.
Thinking
by Sarah Healy
Thinking. Can't stop thinking.
Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day.
That dream was mine. A utopian dream.
Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree.
Pointy, like a star, you shone.
So bright, yet not shining as a star would,
But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard.
You would not show off like a star.
Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively -
you were a star in my eyes.
But like all stars, you died. That gas was gone.
No pull between us. The atmosphere was dry
and I began to choke.
I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor,
drunken mother - I did not know what was happening.
Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat.
Wondering.
The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning.
To My Valentine
by Saxoness
Once upon A time There was
Truth to the Myth of what
You And I Had found
In a blank paged Fairy tale.
Snow White Doesn't sleep
In a casket made of Glass
Slippers will break
If you wear them.
Walk across this Written word
With fingers Gently Seeking
Loving You And me
No more.
He loves Me
He loves me!
Not Enough.
To: My Valentine
Will you Be mine
No longer . . .
Eternity
by Marilyn
Wandering in darkness grope,
Finding not a glimpse of hope.
Fingers touch to find my way,
Each foot fall, my heart betrays
The fear which drives me through the day.
Suddenly the ground is lost,
Flailing arms as body's tossed.
Splashing down in crimson pool,
The warm embrace is much too cruel,
I curse this lowly, wretched fool.
Floundering in this self made hell,
Warmth increasing as I dwell,
Within the confines I create,
Screaming as myself berate,
Giving in to this, my fate.
We hope you like these sad love poems and somewhere you can relate them with your emotions.
Same of the famous sad love poems are:
Entrapmentby Christopher
Hopelessly bound unfettered
by the chains of love's grip
- greatest gift,
fate's cruelest curse.
Wherefore do I weep at knowing the joy,
the warmth,at feeling the peace,
the fire.
Wherefore do I weep unable to complete ,
to be,unknown the kiss,
the flames.
Wherefore do I weep at loving not living
seeing not touching breathing not sharing
holding not loving?
All,because I, The Fool,
am no more?
Seek Not My Heartby Kit McCallum
Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?
Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.
It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.
It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.
No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.
Thinkingby Sarah Healy
Thinking. Can't stop thinking.
Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day.
That dream was mine. A utopian dream.
Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree.
Pointy, like a star, you shone.
So bright, yet not shining as a star would,
But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard.
You would not show off like a star.
Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively -
you were a star in my eyes.
But like all stars, you died. That gas was gone.
No pull between us. The atmosphere was dry
and I began to choke.
I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor,
drunken mother - I did not know what was happening.
Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat.
Wondering.
The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning.
To My Valentineby Saxoness
Once upon A time There was
Truth to the Myth of what
You And I Had found
In a blank paged Fairy tale.
Snow White Doesn't sleep
In a casket made of Glass
Slippers will break
If you wear them.
Walk across this Written word
With fingers Gently Seeking
Loving You And me
No more.
He loves Me
He loves me!
Not Enough.
To: My Valentine
Will you Be mine
No longer . . .
Eternityby Marilyn
Wandering in darkness grope,
Finding not a glimpse of hope.
Fingers touch to find my way,
Each foot fall, my heart betrays
The fear which drives me through the day.
Suddenly the ground is lost,
Flailing arms as body's tossed.
Splashing down in crimson pool,
The warm embrace is much too cruel,
I curse this lowly, wretched fool.
Floundering in this self made hell,
Warmth increasing as I dwell,
Within the confines I create,
Screaming as myself berate,
Giving in to this, my fate.
We hope you like these sad love poems and somewhere you can relate them with your emotions.