whats the saddest poem you've ever heard?

Answer 1

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am diamond glints of snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds encircled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

Lovely poem, but makes me cry!

Answer 2

Blind guy in the Bleachers, The grasp's call, Silver Medals And candy techniques, he's each and every thing To Me, The grasp Builder, Billy And Sue, Tommy And Laura, Rocky, teenager Angel, The final Kiss, Please,... do no longer Take the lady, Patches, Roses For Momma,.... just to call some.

Answer 3

I think that WW1 poetry was the saddest I have ever read. Dulce et Decorum Est, For Whom the Bell Tolls etc, really sad stuff.

Answer 4

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England, There shall be
in that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home.

Rupert Brooke - November/December 1914
Made doubly tragic because most people think it was writen by Wilfred Owen

Answer 5

A tiny Flower borrowed not given to bud on Earth and Bloom in Heaven.

Its not a full length poem but I read it on a 2 year old baby's grave stone and it made me very sad but its also quite touching.

Answer 6

A beautiful, atmospheric love poem. It was written about his wife. But he was cheating on her anyway which kind of destroys it a bit for me. The bastard.

A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING.
by John Donne



AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."

So let us melt, and make no noise, 5
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ; 10
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove 15
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. 20

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so 25
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam, 30
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just, 35
And makes me end where I begun.

Answer 7

Autumn
Walter de la Mare

There is wind where the rose was;
Cold rain where sweet grass was;
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought gold where your hair was;
Naught warm where your hand was;
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Sad winds where your voice was;
Tears, tears where my heart was;
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.

Answer 8

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever
Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee

Had we never lov'd sae kindly
Had we never lov'd sae blindly
Never met or never parted
We had ne'er been broken-hearted

Answer 9

Stop the clocks by W H Auden.

Answer 10

'You're great to be with,' he says - and leaves.
The clock on the mantel ticks.
In the chimney the wind mourns; whispers sad yearnings.
Why don't I enjoy my own company?