#sorrow poems on Hello Poetry

Abbott J Hardison 48m

I walked in the evening,
Throughout the widow's woods.
Following the rabbling brooks,
Down to the lonesome cliff spire.
On the edge I spied a man,
A ruffled suit, head in his hands.
Slowly, I approached him,
And sat by his sorrow.
'For what are you here sir,
For why have you come to shed tears over the edge,
Straight to the rocky jaws of the gorge's floor?'
He raised his head from it's rest,
Turned it to look at I.
'My friend I have come for death,
His sweet relief and eternal rest.'
Widened did my eyes,
'But friend, it is not your time,
I see a pool of youth still in this eye which you gaze with.'
He sighed, looked back to the edge,
'Your eyes lie to you my friend,
My years of youth are gone,
But before I go take this letter,
I want not my last thoughts to go o'er these falls.'
So I did, then once it laid safe in my hands, I left,
And so did the man,
But left not to his home,
But to the end.

#life #death #suicide #nature #woods #grim #youth #sadness #sorrow

Wise Makafui Afun 2d

Ode to Clement

You walked through life with strength and grace,
A shining light in every space
Your smile, a beacon in the dark,
Left an imprint, a lasting mark

Though time has taken you from here,
Your memory lingers, crystal clear
In every play of "Favoured Soul",
Your voice resounds like Madridistas shouting, "Goal"

Clement, though you are gone,
Your presence lives, it lingers on
In every laugh, in every tear,
You are still hear, forever near

In memory of Naabil Yinpang Clement, a friend lost to the icy hands of death. It's an honour to have him give his voice to one of my favourite poems, "Favoured Soul."
Just as stated in the piece, he may be gone but his voice still plays on and reminds us of him as on audiomack:
https://audiomack.com/wise-afun/song/favoured-soul?share-user-id=23331300

#death #sorrow #pain #mourn #friend

Wise Makafui Afun 2d

Meet Me Halfway

Meet me halfway let's stroll, my love
Let's lay at the flower gardens
Let's play by the river side
Let our eyes behold the beauty of the sun on the river surface
And how the river meets the clouds at a distance

Meet me halfway lets stay, my love
Let's hold as the cloud darkens
Let's cry when the tears can't hide
Let our eyes realise the sorrow in each other's face
And how much we are enduring the instance

#love #sorrow #anticipation

Immortality 3d

her

her eyes wide innocent,
fur so soft.
even moon paused to admire.

her love so soothing,
only lucky would know.

she left today,
this world so cold.
oh, must be in pain,
her eyes told.

"lord give her heaven"
i pray.
may she see,
a life more wild and free.

I have two squirrels (well, now just one).... I found them in my terrace when they were only 5-6 days old, their eyes still closed.
Over time, they became more than just squirrels, they became part of our family, like true one.

But on Feb 12, one tragic incident took her away from us.

I never ever imagined that a tiny, 7.5-month-old squirrel could make me cry and scream this much.... Bbbbbut she did. Many of my poems were inspired by her. And now, writing feels so heavy, as if I have just lost my fav muse.

She was the fiery one. One wrong move, and you’d earn a bite from her,
but moments later, she’d love you like nothing ever happened... funny....right??
Love you, baby. I hope we meet again someday.....

Now everything, feels void, unknown, empty.... I don't know why.... is it common to feel that way???
Well all I know is that she was not just a squirrel. I saw myself in her. She was so much moreeeee.... I have one more, now I'll try to love and protect him more...

#squirrel #loss #love #grief #farewell #innocence #animals #heaven #prayer #sorrow

Liú'Jiāwén - 刘嘉文 4d

Whisper in the Dark (2025)

a chipped porcelain doll
on a velvet swing
(one eye staring blankly
at the chandelier dust)

a whispered promise
in a room full of smoke
and cheap perfume
(a hand clutching a wilted rose)

chalk outlines of angels
on a dance floor sticky
with spilled champagne
(laughter echoing hollowly
like a broken metronome)

a bride in black lace
a groom with eyes like ice
(a ceremony performed
by a marionette priest)

the ***** wheezes a dirge
masquerading as a love song
(a chorus of whispers:
"cut the cake, cut the ties,
cut the cord to reality")

confetti of regrets
falling like ash
on a forgotten dream
(a photograph torn in half,
one piece smoldering)

a masquerade ball
where everyone wears
the same mask of happiness
(a single tear escapes,
tracing a path through the paint)

the clinking of glasses
a symphony of unspoken lies
(a toast to the future,
built on foundations of sand)

a heart-shaped box
filled with broken promises
and moth-eaten memories
(a child's drawing of a sun
hidden beneath the debris)

a silent scream
trapped in a gilded cage
(a bird beating its wings
against the bars of expectation)

a love story rewritten
with ink that bleeds
and words that twist
(a fairytale turned nightmare,
a happily ever after
left on the cutting room floor)

the scent of decay
mingling with the sweetness
of artificial flowers
(a wedding cake left to rot,
a symbol of love gone sour)

a chorus of disapproval
humming beneath the surface
of polite conversation
(a family portrait fractured,
the pieces scattered like leaves)

a single spotlight
illuminating the emptiness
of a hollow victory
(a crown of thorns,
a throne of lies)

a Whisper in the Dark:
"I write sins, not tragedies"
(but the ink stains the soul,
and the tragedies unfold
in the silence that follows).

I fell asleep, reading E.E. Cummings 'i carry your heart with me'. I always liked this poem. and I dreamt of my GF, the plans for the future, and how like the poem, I carry her with me.
But then I started to dream of the past, the heartache, the struggles, the disillusion. When I woke, it was to "I write sins, not tragedies"
This poem (sonnet of sorts), is my attempt at a Cummingsesque style, incorporating the dream, and the lyrics that inspired this piece.

#whispers #tragedy #eecummings #dark #sorrow

IdleHvnds 4d

go for a walk

As I spiral to this existential dread,
I still hope for a light to appear, to guide me out of this never ending cycle.
Although, I break everyday
In frustration and panic, I look for reprieve.
One day, I’ll find home.
Ground myself, in comfort and love.
Today, unfortunately is not that day.

I wander lost in sorrow,
Perhaps a walk outside will dissolve these negative emotions.

#anxiety #sorrow

Liú'Jiāwén - 刘嘉文 5d

Whispered Prayer (2025)

Beneath this stone, a light once shone,
A son laid down, the battles won.
In tender arms, a dream to hold,
A mother's heart, forever cold.

Though time may pass and shadows creep,
In memories bright, your spirit keeps.
Each whispered word, each silent prayer,
In every tear, you linger there.

No path more cruel than this we tread,
For parents mourn the child who’s fled.
Yet love remains, a guiding light,
In darkest hours, your soul takes flight.

So here we stand, our hearts entwined,
In grief, in love, forever bind.
Though life's cruel twist has sought to part,
You live forever in our heart.

For naǧí in response to Your Last Words

#sorrow #prayer #loss #whisper #love

Andrew Feb 17

Tulips

Tulips
Common, trusted, beloved.
Planted in gardens, gifted in joy,
Welcomed without a second thought.

And then—me.
Fragile, fleeting, misplaced.
Sought only in sorrow, left to wither,
A beauty seen too late,
A name too easily forgotten.

Lycoris Radiata.

#flowers #sorrow #sad #plant #tulips #joy #forgotten #misplaced

T1n0 Feb 16

The Gathering

"There's a tenderness in the way she holds
her sorrow like a worn photograph.
A soft bruise of her gaze that wraps around
my own scattered shards of shared sorrows.

Her smile doesn't promise to mend
the fractures of my heart. It simply
whispers, 'Me too,' and in that moment,
our loneliness is a shared sacrament.

In her eyes, I see the echoes of my own pain,
a reflected sorrow that makes the room
less empty, the shadows less oppressive.

And that's why, when you asked me what love is,
I thought of her, and the way she holds her sorrow.
It's not a balm that heals all wounds,
but a gentle acknowledgment that we're wounded together."

#love #pain #broken #repair #sorrow

David Chernishov Feb 16

I was there twice

I was there twice. Two times I'd walked in thinking it’s home.
Second-guessing it both times as I stood in the hall.
These abandoned places that taught to abandon hope
handed me more ropes than there are in our old depot.

It is all a cycle – the shoulder you once leaned on
won’t be there this time, leaving you on your own,
either pointlessly leaning onto something resembling its sort
or forcing you into becoming your own support.

/it is all a cycle – the illness, the ambulance call,
as a body lies lifeless a back turns cold,
and a voice keeps saying it is his own fault
for not living and growing enough to grow old/

I was there twice, both times I got on my knees and prayed
to Our Lord, to be at the right time, in the right place.
In the inanimate bodies along my new way
I recognised all the mes that were once left strays.

But as God washed his hands in warm milk with honey
I moved in on a mountain of myselfs dying.

From a darker time in my life

#addiction #struggle #memories #rebirth #sorrow