Does anyone have a poem about sadness, heartbreak, or anger?

Question

I cant give a best answer. You guys' answers all rocked. Thank you. xo, me.

Answer 1

Yes. Do you want me to post it? Don't try stealing coz they've been copywritten for some time now...and aren't fantabulous anyways. :-)

Anger:

I'll shake you
You'll take me
Blood spilt wandering from our feet

You'll swing at me
I'll fake you out
I'll call you out right on the street

Nobody will come
To sanctimoniously rescue
It's not about us
But we both have unsettled issues

Let me catch you
The way you caught her
Let me knock you down to your feet

Let me hurt you
Like you hurt her
Back up against the wall now let me beat

Nobody will come
To your rescue
Bystanders will be numb

If I shake you
You could kill me
That's fine--what am I?

If I shake you
And you kill me
I know that vengeance will be mine.


Sadness:

There is nothing there.
I have tried to mine
The unseen warmth
Of a diamond-back rattle snake,
Its cold eyes glittery with reproach
Fit for a deposed Queen Marie.
Though I am not queenly at all,
Am but a gearless traveler
Wandering haplessly by, and not
A forked-stick bearing
Snake handler with an open cage
Waiting sterilely in the back of a van,
This one who sheds his skin
Against the bodies of like rattlers
Would sink his teeth into my bone,
Trade the marrow for venom,
If we ever were alone.


Heartbreak:

You betrayed me first,
As far as I can see.
When I wanted it worst,
You took your hand away from me.

As we stood before an anthill,
You defended me from a bear.
When the ants poured out for the kill,
You ran away fast from me, Betrayer.

Honey dripped from your sweet lips
As you shuffled your foot over your tracks.
Still the ants my body stripped....
Yet you told me, "Just relax.

They can't go further than the bone--
Beyond that piece of life is dust."
In you I had put such high trust,
Only to find you a pillar of stone.

Now there is nothing here to find
But bitterness of heart and mind.
Twice I will look again when I begin
To accept hands extended by men.


Wow. Those are so old...I should write POSITIVE reflections upon those.... Wow....

Answer 2

I wrote this a few years ago after being fed up with "the Man"



"When the Bombs Have All Burst"

Such crisp and daunting dreams ignite
the haunting prose I now recite
if the whole world hates you, you must be right
sometimes its hard to stay strong
venoms lace the vultures sweat
poor men face the bankers debt
if the opposite of right is left
must left always be wrong

Its all a stunt disguised in lace
a child's game thats void of grace
the wisest man cannot erase
histories dark age
when evil yet undistracted
emporers quickly enacted
absurd laws which soon attracted
hysteria and rage

and when the bombs have all burst
will it satisfy the thirst
of the tyrants greed and need for bloodshed
and when the crowds have dispersed
will the powers converse
to decide whose gonna get it next

the baby boomer all but broken
delivers words softly spoken
offers up a tarnished token
of days of revolution
the homeless man steals bread
while the wealthy one up ahead
will judge him every chance he gets
and blame him for confusion

the lone robin glides on air
half asleep yet still aware
of weasal eyes bearing evil stares
so he keeps one eye open
wheel spinning while on fire
and on the ground the mouthless quoir
sings rebel songs to lift 'em higher
or at least thats what they're hopin'

and when the bombs have all burst
tell me which will hurt worse
the dying child or his mothers teardrops
in a land thats been cursed
slowly moving in reverse
sometimes I wonder when will all the fear stop

prestigious titles which are bestowed
and all the worthless money owed
won't mean a thing when the world explodes
or so its written
I ride the back of a half starved horse
I sympathize with hobo's forced
to let life run its pathetic course
while the millionaire is sittin'

on chrome plated seats which cost about
half the price of my entire house
if I could I'd be sure to douse
his house with gasoline
and burn the bastard to the ground
look to make sure no ones around
ride off to the very next town
and repeat the whole routine

When the bombs have all burst
we'll see a colorful hearse
but we'll never know just why we have to see it
and the king so perverse
will count a never-ending purse
sometimes I just can't believe it

In the broken womb of artists dreams
the pauper stands in faded jeans
music is his only means
to cure the world sorrow
denouncing vile noblemen
through ancient Mahayana zen
with a lovers heart and poets pen
in a coat he had to borrow

but soon raindrops from the renegade
storm shall promptly cascade
a hurricane to end charades
of deceit and deception
and the common mans sun will shine
a blinding light so divine
to grant the peasants peace of mind
and eternal contentment

Answer 3

Hmm, those are some pretty broad themes there. The poems I list here are sorted according to specific themes by established poets.

W.H. Auden wrote this famous poem where the speaker is addressing the death of a loved one. The most recognized version was entitled "Funeral Blues," which was further popularized by its use in a scene of the film Four Weddings and a Funeral.

Another great poem by Auden is "Lullaby," which is not so much about heartbreak as a contemplation of the mortal fragility of relationships, thereby recognizing their inherent preciousness.

A famous villanelle by Elizabeth Bishop entitled "One Art" relays the speaker's struggle to get over a failed relationship.

If you want poems about anger, you definitely want to read Charles Bukowski. I've never particularly liked his stark, stream-of-consciousness writing style (and I dislike beat poetry), but there are few tpoets out there that have wallowed in the darker side of human emotions more than he. Check out "The Worst and the Best."

Of course, remember that any poet has a body of work that reflects various dispositions, perspectives, topics, and emotional states, so individual poems should not be considered fully representative of their outlook.

Answer 4

Richard Cory
by Edwin Arlington Robinson, 1869-1935


Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him;

He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.


And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;

But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.


And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:

In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.


So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

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Answer 5

One of my favorite poems deals with the anger and grief of a man who is watching his father die. I just love Dylan Thomas. So here you go...heartbreak, sadness AND anger

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Answer 6

I have one
its about missing that special someone

Missing someone
Missing someone who is special is very sad
it creates feelings that are bad
When you miss someone
it can be because they are gone
The person that is missing can be a friend
giving the feeling that is has ended
heartache with tears that one cry
without any answer as to why

Answer 7

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Answer 8

A tear web of emotion a victim of the times

Answer 9

I won't tell anyone you loved me,
not even myself.
I have to take my love for you,
and put it on a shelf.
Never to be used again,
to fall for all the lie's,
I'll let it collect the dust of time,
untill it finally dies.

Answer 10

I know it's none of my business, but whatever is bothering you I hope you are ok. I dont have any poems for sadness or anything but writing it all down is good. Hope you feel better :)