can you guys please tell me a name of a sad poem?

Question

please!!!?

Answer 1

Annabelle Lee

Edgar Allen Poe

Answer 2

Depends on what you mean by "sad." Dorothy Parker has a lot of short poems that are witty and sarcastic, kind of a sad-but-true type of sad. My two favorites are "Resume" and "Unfortunate Coincidence." They are very short poems. Do a search.

Answer 3

Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Both beautiful and incredibly sad

Answer 4

Saddest Poem

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

By Pablo Neruda

Answer 5

Life's Tragedy by Dunbar

Answer 6

Longing by Matthew Arnold

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longings of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
Amd smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longings of the day.

Answer 7

we should be talking of happiness and peace here and not sadness. that is what life is all about...HAPPINESS

Answer 8

almost anything by poe