sad poems that make you cry?

Question

does anyone know any really sad poems that can make you cry and that is at least 10 lines or longer....thank you. i would prefer if it was from a famous writer. nothing very well known tho....thank you.

Answer 1

This is one of my favorite sad poems. It was written by Siegfried Sassoon who was a British soldier in WWI. He went crazy from shell shock during the trench warfare.

Suicide in the Trenches

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Answer 2

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight by Dylan Thomas

The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk by William Cowper

Answer 3

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ι αм тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ ∂яєα∂є∂ ѕ¢нσσℓ
ι αм тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ ∂ι∂ ησт ωαηт тσ ρℓαу.
ι αм тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ нα∂ ησ ƒяιєη∂ѕ.
ι αм тнє ρєяѕση уσυ ѕαι∂ нα∂ ησ тяєη∂.
ι αм тнє ρєяѕση уσυ ρυѕнє∂ αяσυη∂.
ι αм тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ мα∂є ησ ѕσυη∂.
ι αм тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ gσт αℓℓ тнє вℓαмє.
ι αм тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ уσυ ¢αℓℓє∂ ℓαмє.
ι αм тнє ρєяѕση уσυ мα∂є ¢яу.
уσυ αяє тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ яυιηє∂ му ℓιƒє.
ι αм тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ ωαηтє∂ тσ ∂ιє.
уσυ αяє тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ мα∂є тнιѕ αℓℓ тяυє.
αη∂ ησω ι ¢σммιтє∂ ѕυι¢ι∂є вє¢αυѕє σƒ уσυ...

Answer 4

Wilfred Owen was a British Army officer in World War I. He wrote some beautiful poetry on the effects of war on young men and their loved ones. They are very descriptive and made more poignant by the fact that he was killed in battle one week before the end of the war. Dulce et Decorum est and Anthem for a Doomed Youth are two very good examples. Google him and you'll find his poetry online. Excellent examples of anti-war poetry. When you're reading them, imagine yourself or a loved one in those situations. That should bring a tear to your eye.

Answer 5

The Love Song of J Alfred Purfrock by TS Eliot for some reason allways tugs at my heart.

Answer 6

Flanders Feilds by John Mcrea

Answer 7

This one always makes me cry. It's the Memorial that Lord Byron wrote when Boatswain, his Newfoundland, died.

INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT
OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG.
A Memorial to Boatswain
by
Lord Byron
Newstead Abbey, November 30, 1808.



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Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains of one
Who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery
If inscribed over human ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
BOATSWAIN, a DOG
Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803,
And died at Newstead, Nov 18th, 1808.

When some proud son of man returns to earth,

Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,

The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,

And storied urns record who rest below:

When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,

Not what he was, but what he should have been:

But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,

The first to welcome, foremost to defend,

Whose honest heart is still his master's own,

Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,

Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth,

Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth:

While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,

And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,

Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power,

Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,

Degraded mass of animated dust!

Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,

Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!

By nature vile, ennobled but by name,

Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.

Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn,

Pass on --- it honours none you wish to mourn:

To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;

I never knew but one, --- and here he lies.