35 famous sad poems (and their meaning)
Have we ever identified with a poem with which we feel that it perfectly reflects our current situation, the moment we are going through or the feelings that overflow in our mind.
The words interspersed in verses that carry a message can be interpreted according to your own criteria, but with sad poems, We know that each letter will sink deeply into our hearts since they are the ones we can identify with the best, curious, don't you It seems?
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Inspired by the emotions of restlessness and melancholy that adorn some of the best-known poems in the world, we bring in the following article a list with the most famous sad poems and the message they leave. What is your favorite poet? Do you think you can find it in this list?
35 sad poems that talk about love and pain
The great poetic works reflect not only the emotions that those people experienced, but show a great affinity with the state of many souls.
Then We leave you with our selection of sad poems that tell us about life, love, disappointment and pain.
1. Ars Magna (Leopoldo María Panero)
What is magic, you ask
in a dark room.
What is nothing, you ask,
leaving the room.
And what is a man coming out of nowhere,
and going back to the room alone.
- A clear, personal and very dark reflection on loneliness. But in any case, what is nothing? What is it to you to be alone? An incredible reflection about our existence in the world that at some point we all wonder.
2. Fly the ancient night of erections (Rafael Alberti)
Fly the ancient night of erections,
Dead, like hands, at dawn.
A prolonged carnation deteriorates,
Until they turn pale, the lemons.
Against the dark ruts shake,
And plungers from a skimmer blue
They move among the beater blood
A pouring roll of buckets.
When the sky rips off its armor
And in a wandering nest of garbage
One eye screams at the newly opened sun.
Future in the entrails dreams the wheat,
Calling man to witness ...
But the man next to him is sleeping dead.
- How bitter can a separation be? Well, it is clear in this poem, it is so bitter that everything around us is disfigured, the pleasures are no longer enjoyed and nothing seems to be worth it anymore. Without a doubt, a great work that shows sadness in its most realistic sense.
3. Farewell (Jorge Luis Borges)
Between me and my love they have to get up
three hundred nights like three hundred walls
and the sea will be a magic between us.
There will be only memories.
Oh worthwhile afternoon
hopeful nights of looking at you,
fields of my path, firmament
that I am seeing and losing ...
Definitive like a marble
your absence will sadden other afternoons.
- The teacher Jorge Luis Borges, amazes us with a very melancholic version about farewells to people who are special to us but who, unfortunately, will no longer be by our side. Expressing that emptiness that is installed in the heart and seems to echo with every memory that person leaves us.
4. You, who will never be (Alfonsina Storni)
Saturday was, and caprice the kiss given,
whim of a man, bold and fine,
but the masculine whim was sweet
to this my heart, winged wolf cub.
It is not that I believe, I do not believe, if inclined
on my hands I felt you divine,
and I got drunk. I understand that this wine
She is not for me, but she plays and rolls the dice.
I am that woman who lives alert,
you the tremendous man who wakes up
in a torrent that widens into a river
and more frizz while running and pruning.
Ah, I resist, the more it has me all,
You who will never be completely mine
- Have you ever been in an on-off relationship? One of those that fill you with emotion but that when each meeting is over leaves you with a feeling of displeasure that increases more and more. For this poem reflects all of this, as well as the recognition that it will never be a fully reciprocated love.
5. Open House (Theodore Roethke)
My secrets scream loud.
I have no need for language.
My heart offers hospitality
My doors open freely.
An epic of the eyes
My love, without any disguise.
My truths are all foreseen,
This anguish revealed to itself.
I'm naked to the bone
I shield myself with nakedness.
What I use is myself:
I keep my spirit sober.
The anger will remain
Acts will tell the truth
In exact and pure language
I stop the deceitful mouth:
Fury reduces my clearest cry
To a silly agony.
- Welcoming sadness is something we must accept in our hearts, as we cannot run away from it. We will find honest people who fill us with happiness and people who make us feel down, as well as moments that take away our motivations. But we must move on and never close our doors.
6. Silence (Octavio Paz)
As well as the background of the music
a note sprouts
That while it vibrates it grows and thins
Until in other music it becomes mute,
springs from the bottom of silence,
another silence, sharp tower, sword,
and rises and grows and suspends us
and while it rises they fall
memories, hopes,
the little lies and the big ones,
and we want to scream and in the throat
the cry fades:
we flow into silence
where the silences are mute.
- One of the biggest acts that cause us sadness is silence, people's silence and the lack of emotional expression of our own. Not being able to say what we carry inside is as heartbreaking as a wound.
7. Oh yeah! (Charles Bukowski)
There are worse things
to be alone
but it often takes decades
realize it
and more often
when this happens
It's too late
and there is nothing worse
what
too late.
- The years pass quickly and many times without us noticing them, but what weighs the most is not the time that will not return, but that all that time we have been alone. Can we start over?
8. Sorrows of the Moon (Charles Baudelaire)
Tonight the moon dreams more lazily,
As if she were a beauty sunk between cushions
That caresses with a discreet and very light hand,
Before falling asleep, the contour of the breast.
On the silken back of gliding clouds,
Dying, she indulges in prolonged ecstasy,
And she wanders her gaze on white visions,
That amount to blue just like blooms.
When on this globe, with idle languor,
She lets a furtive tear roll
A pious poet, enemy of sleep,
From her hand in the hollow, she takes the cold drop
like a fragment of opal with iridescent reflections.
And he keeps it in her chest, away from the ravenous sun.
- A beautiful poem that tells us that the darkest feelings always arise at night, when our only companion is the moon and only she is able to see sadness in hearts, because she can see it in all whom illuminates.
9. Slow morning (Dámaso Alonso)
Slow morning
blue sky,
Green field,
vinariega land.
And you, tomorrow, that you take me.
cart
too slow,
wagon too full
of my new grass,
shaky and cool,
that she has to arrive —without realizing—
dry.
- Just as everything that flourishes in the world has to wither, life is a succession of events that impact our soul that, sooner or later, will leave the world.
She had a tear in her eyes
and to my lips a phrase of forgiveness ...
She spoke pride and wiped away her crying,
and the phrase on my lips expired.
I go one way, she another;
but thinking of our mutual love,
I still say: "Why did I keep quiet that day?"
and she will say, "Why didn't I cry?"
- Pride can be a great enemy in a relationship because, by keeping our guard up, we avoid saying what we really feel and it ends up distancing us from who we love the most. Hurting us in the end anyway.
11. Alba (Federico García Lorca)
My heavy heart
Feel by the dawn
The pain of their loves
And the dream of the distance.
The light of dawn carries
Hotbeds of nostalgia
And the sadness without the eyes
From the core of the soul.
The great grave of the night
The black veil of her lifts
To hide with the day
The immense starry summit.
What will I do about these fields
Picking up children and branches
Surrounded by the aurora
And the mistress fills the night!
What will I do if you have your eyes
Dead to the bright lights
And it must not feel my flesh
The warmth of your looks!
Why did i lose you forever
On that clear afternoon?
Today my chest is dry
Like an extinguished star.
- There are thousands of things that cause us sadness, but never one so powerful and miserable as when we lose someone we love. Because its absence weighs on every breath, I remember and see in any space.
12. Crying mouth, they call me (Jaime Sabines)
Crying mouth, they call me
your black pupils,
they claim me. Your lips
without you they kiss me.
How could you have
the same black look
with those eyes
that you now carry!
You smiled What a silence,
what a lack of party!
How I started looking for you
in your smile, head
of Earth,
lips of sadness!
Don't you cry, you wouldn't cry
even if you wanted to;
your face is off
of the blinds.
You can laugh. I let you
laugh, even if you can't.
- When people change, even if they have the same traits that we once loved, their essence is not the same and therefore, the moments that we spend with them will no longer be happy.
13. You have filled my mind with pain (Guido Cavalcanti)
You have filled my mind with pain,
so much that the soul strives to leave
and the sighs of the aching heart
they show my eyes that I can't take it anymore.
Love, that your great value feels,
He says; "I'm sorry that you must die
for this cruel lady who does not seem
to hear that mercy speaks for you ”.
I go like the one who is outside of life,
that at sight looks like a man
carved in stone, bronze or wood,
more walks just out of habit
and in his heart he bears the wound
which is a sign of true death.
- When a special person hurts us, the whole world is filled with agony and misery, how can we continue if our heart is tormented? How can we love again if we are destroyed?
14. Sweet Torture (Alfonsina Storni)
Gold dust in your hands was my melancholy
On your long hands I scattered my life;
My sweetnesses were left in your hands;
Now I am an empty perfume amphora.
How much sweet torture quietly suffered
When, the soul stung with gloomy sadness,
Knowing deception, I spent my days
Kissing the two hands that gave me life!
- Alfonsina Storni brings us on this occasion a poem that shows the harsh reality of a love disappointment in its entirety, something that seemed beautiful has been transformed into a piece of misery.
15. Faint, dare, be furious (Lope de Vega)
Pass out, dare, be furious
rough, tender, liberal, elusive,
encouraged, deadly, deceased, alive,
loyal, traitorous, cowardly and spirited;
not find outside the good center and rest,
be happy, sad, humble, haughty,
angry, brave, fugitive,
satisfied, offended, suspicious;
flee the face to the clear disappointment,
drink poison by süave liquor,
forget the profit, love the damage;
believe that a heaven fits into a hell,
give life and soul to disappointment;
This is love, whoever tasted it knows it.
- Lope de Vega tells us about the crude truth of love, which is that it is not always rosy, there are troubles with which we have to learn to live.
And I know very well that you will not be.
You will not be on the street
in the murmur that arises at night
of the lampposts,
nor in the gesture of choosing the menu,
nor in the smile that relieves
the complete subways,
nor in the borrowed books
nor in until tomorrow.
You won't be in my dreams
in the original destination
of my words,
not even in a telephone number will you be
or in the color of a pair of gloves
or a blouse.
I will get angry my love
without it being for you,
and I will buy chocolates
but not for you,
i will stand on the corner
to which you will not come,
and I will say the words that are said
and I will eat the things that are eaten
and I will dream the things that are dreamed
and I know very well that you will not be,
not in here, the jail
where I still hold you,
nor out there, this river of streets
and bridges.
You will not be at all
you will not be nor I remember,
and when i think of you
i will think a thought
that darkly
try to remember you.
- A beautiful and very sad poem that reminds us of what life will be like without that person we love by our side. It is as if we enter a parallel dimension that resembles the world we used to see with our partner.
17. Eyes of yesterday (Juan Ramón Jiménez)
Eyes that want
look happy
And they look sad!
Oh, it is not possible
than an old wall
give new sparkles;
than a dry log
(open other sheets)
open other eyes
what these, what do they want
look happy
and they look sad!
Oh, it is not possible!
- Sadness often settles in our lives because we flatly refuse to move on and look at other horizons, instead we cling to a wonderful past that is already dead.
18. Ballad (Gabriela Mistral)
He went through with another; I saw him go by.
Always sweet the wind
and the road in peace.
And these miserable eyes
they saw him go by!
He is loving another
for the land in bloom.
He has opened the hawthorn;
pass a song.
And he is loving another
for the land in bloom!
He kissed the other
seaside;
he slipped on the waves
the orange blossom moon.
And he did not smear my blood
the expanse of the sea!
He will go with another
for eternity.
There will be sweet skies.
(God forbid.)
And he will go with another
for eternity!
- Sometimes when we watch our old partner start over so easily, it causes us a restlessness that makes us sick with bitterness, since we do not feel with the same strength to leave go ahead.
19. To the sad (Jorge Luis Borges)
There is what it was: the third sword
of the Saxon and his iron meter,
the seas and islands of exile
of the son of Laertes, the golden
Persian moon and the endless gardens
of philosophy and history,
The sepulchral gold of memory
and in the shade the smell of jasmine.
And none of that matters. The resigned
verse exercise does not save you
neither the waters of sleep nor the star
that in the scorched night forgets the dawn.
A single woman is your care,
the same as the others, but who is her.
- This complex poem by Jorge Luis Borges reminds us that things, no matter how much they hurt, no longer have any importance. They belong to the past and even if we continue to relive the pain, it will not really help.
I'm afraid to see you
need to see you
hope to see you
uneasiness to see you
I want to find you
worry to find you
certainty of finding you
poor doubts of finding you
I have an urge to hear you
joy to hear you
good luck hearing you
and fears of hearing you
I mean
summarizing
I'm screwed up
and radiant
maybe more the first
that the second
and also
vice versa.
- Our need for someone can turn into an enduring obsession, one that brings us sporadic happy moments and ongoing sadness.
21. Blessed (Amado Nervo)
Blessed are you, why did you make me
love death, which before feared.
Since you left my side,
I love death when I am sad;
if I'm happy, even more so.
In another time, his glacial sickle
it gave me terrors; today, she is friend.
And I feel so maternal ...
You performed such a prodigy.
God bless you! God bless you!
- There are people who come to hurt us so much that it is impossible to see the meaning of continuing to live as we do. we were doing, because life itself loses its power to enchant us and it is death that seduces us now.
22. Ah! Anguish (Fernando Pessoa)
Ah! The anguish, the abject rage, the despair
Of not lying in myself naked
With the intention of screaming, without the dry heart bleeding
In one last, austere scream!
I speak - the words I say are just a sound:
I suffer -It's me.
Ah, to extract the secret, the tone from the music. Of his scream!
Ah, the fury - affliction that screams in vain
Well the screams get tense
And they reach the silence brought by the air
At night, nothing else there!
- When we are sad, we can find melancholy anywhere, in anything, in any essence. It is as if the world itself felt sorry and sheltered us in a sea of silence.
23. For Me Your Memory (Arturo Borja)
For me your memory is today like a shadow
of the ghost we gave the name of adored
I was good to you. Your disdain does not amaze me,
Well, you don't owe me anything, nor do I blame you for anything.
I was good to you like a flower. One day
from the garden in which I only dreamed you took me away;
I gave you all the perfume of my melancholy,
and as one who did not do any harm you left me
I do not blame you for anything, or at most my sadness,
this enormous sadness that takes my life,
that resembles a poor dying man who prays
to the Virgin asking to heal her wound.
- Although we try to understand the reasons of the other person who has abandoned us, it is impossible not to feel a little resentment to this, for all the pain that is going through the departure of her.
24. It does not matter (Pedro Miguel Obligado)
This pity of mine
It's not important.
It is only the sadness of a melody,
And the intimate dream of some fragrance.
-That everything dies,
That life is sad
That you will never come, no matter how much I wait for you,
Well, you no longer love me as you loved me.
It's not important.
I am reasonable;
I cannot ask you for love or constancy:
If it is my fault for not being variable!
What are my complaints worth
If you don't listen to them;
And what my caresses since you leave them
Perhaps despised because there were so many?
If this pity of mine
It is nothing but the dream of some fragrance,
It is but the shadow of a melody!
You see that it does not matter.
- This heartbreaking poem shows us that deep uncertainty of what have we done wrong to make it all end like this? But above all that recognition that the sadness we feel is only ours and no one else can feel it.
25. Testament (Concha García)
My love two points, it fell
the will to remain, I go out
threaded with your saliva still and I
stuns stop chasing you,
you who were a flame in the eye and warmth of a finger
true stabbing madness, rehearsal
noble that was characterized by the insistence
of the theme with an allegorical background,
very certain I stay where I am, what
is it further away? What's next
staying? I dissect my hands
so as not to have to do scrutinies
with insentient caresses. I have
to write yet another poem
my sentence and a method
to forget about your language.
- The poem reflects loss in its most complex sense. Both the loss of emotions in the world, the surrender to the new reality, as well as the insistence to erase everything that the person has left in our being.
26. This pain has become crying now (Jaime Sabines)
This pain has become crying now
and it is good that it be so.
Let's dance, let's love, Melibea.
Flower of this sweet wind that has me,
branch of my grief:
untie me, my love, sheet by sheet,
rock here in my dreams,
I clothe you like my blood, this is your cradle:
let me kiss you one by one,
women you, woman, foam coral.
Rosario, yes, Dolores when Andrea,
let me cry for you and see you.
I've just become crying now
and I lull you, woman, cry that cries.
- On this occasion, Jaime Sabines brings us the transformation that that person takes place in our mind, from being someone wonderful to a person who only represents misery.
27. Field (Antonio Machado)
The afternoon is dying
Like a humble home that is turned off.
There, on the mountains,
Some embers remain.
And that broken tree on the white road
It makes you cry with pity.
Two branches on the wounded trunk, and one
Withered black leaf on every branch!
Are you crying?... Among the golden poplars,
Far away, the shadow of love awaits you.
- We can compare the melancholic reality we are in after a break with a withered field. But if we keep walking we can find a fresh new scenario full of hope.
28. Simplicity (Jorge Robledo Ortiz)
This pain that I feel is so human.
This root without a flowered stem.
This memory anchored to the thought
and for all the repeated blood,
I don't even get tired of expiration
nor does my mocked pride bleed,
my heart got used to the torment
of losing half your heartbeat.
My resentment no longer demands revenge,
I learned to forgive all hope
like a beautiful original sin.
I have so many goodbyes in my hands,
and in what was love so many wounds,
that I have become an elemental man.
- When the whole storm clears our minds, we can understand that to err is part of human nature. Both hurting someone and the feelings of sadness we experience.
29. The Wound (Luis Gonzaga Urbina)
What if it hurts? A bit; I confess
that you hurt me treacherously; more fortunately,
after the rapture of anger came a
sweet resignation... The excess passed.
Suffer? Cry? Die? Who thinks about that?
Love is an importunate guest;
look at me as I am, without any
sadness to tell you. Kiss Me.
So, very good; forgive me, I was crazy;
you cured me -thanks-, and now I can
know what I imagine and what I play.
In the wound you made, put your finger.
What if it hurts? Yes; it hurts a little,
but it does not kill the pain... Do not be afraid.
- When we are hurt, we can create a shell of indifference and coldness around us to make sure that pain never hits us again.
30. I know that rats... (Margarita Laso)
I know rats will bite my heart but this is goodbye
I laughed and went
she wolf
she wolf in the dovecote
wolf in the dovecote of your panting
swish and foam sprinkled the dawn of sweat
gasps your dovecote him in wolf
even if
between squawks and slits
between lumpy foxes
she wolf
between doves in your panting
I say goodbye
canine penalty I cover glass
tongues and phalanges I put out the fire
rings and pores to cooked powder
this puppy burns under the bubbles
howls called out invites rats
they hear their chamiza skin that crackles
her nails that scrape the crystalline zeal
the sphere of heat of her shorn leather invites them
smelly
I know they will bite my heart
plaintive
but I won't let you bite it
this is a farewell
- Margarita Laso shows us a very crude vision of a farewell, full of pain, anger and sadness. But that she also reminds us that it is better to leave what does not bring us any well-being.
31. My oppressed heart (Federico García Lorca)
My heavy heart
Feel by the dawn
The pain of their loves
And the dream of the distance.
The light of dawn carries
Hotbeds of nostalgia
And the sadness without the eyes
From the core of the soul.
The great grave of the night
The black veil of her lifts
To hide with the day
The immense starry summit.
What will I do about these fields
Picking up children and branches
Surrounded by the aurora
And the mistress fills the night!
What will I do if you have your eyes
Dead to the bright lights
And it must not feel my flesh
The warmth of your looks! Why did i lose you forever
On that clear afternoon?
Today my chest is dry
Like an extinguished star.
- The uncertainty of not knowing why the relationship reached a point of estrangement and loss can be the darkest feeling we can feel.
32. Farewell (Gabriel Celaya)
Maybe when I die
they will say: he was a poet.
And the world, always beautiful, will shine without conscience.
Maybe you don't remember
who I was, but in you they sound
the anonymous verses that one day I put in the making.
Maybe there is nothing left
not a word from me,
not one of these words that today I dream of tomorrow.
But seen or not seen
but said or not said,
I will be in your shadow, oh beautifully alive!
I will continue to follow,
I'll keep dying
I will be, I don't know how, part of the great concert.
- In this farewell, the poet Gabriel Celaya tells us about a different kind of sadness and that, in silence we always ask ourselves, how will we be remembered after our death?
33. I'm afraid (Pablo Neruda)
I'm afraid. The afternoon is gray and sadness
the sky opens like a dead man's mouth.
My heart has a princess cry
forgotten in the depths of a deserted palace.
I'm scared -And I feel so tired and small
I reflect the afternoon without meditating on it.
(In my sick head there must not fit a dream
just as a star has not fit in the sky.)
Yet in my eyes a question exists
and there is a scream in my mouth that my mouth does not scream.
There is no ear on earth that hears my sad complaint
abandoned in the middle of the infinite land!
The universe dies of a calm agony
without the feast of the Sun or the green twilight.
Saturn agonizes like a pity of mine,
Earth is a black fruit that the sky bites into.
And by the vastness of the void they go blind
the evening clouds, like lost boats
to hide broken stars in their cellars.
And the death of the world falls on my life.
- The acclaimed poet Pablo Neruda leaves us a clear vision about the physical, psychological and emotional exhaustion that is an immense sadness.
34. Oblivion (Carlos Medellín)
I forgot your name,
I do not remember
if you called yourself light or creeper,
but I know you were water
Because my hands shake when it rains
I forgot your face, your eyelash
and your skin through my busy mouth
when we fell under the cypresses
defeated by the wind,
but I know you were Luna
because when the night approaches
my eyes break
from wanting to see you at the window so much.
I forgot your voice, and your word,
but I know you were music
because when the hours dissolve
between the springs of blood
my heart sings to you
- Short and passionate encounters can last a short time but can leave us a deep wound that takes a lifetime to overcome.
35. Breastplate Heart (Mario Benedetti)
Because I have you and I don't
because I think about you
because the night is wide-eyed
because the night passes and I say love
because you have come to collect your image
and you are better than all your pictures
because you are beautiful from the foot to the soul
because you are good from the soul to me
because you hide sweet in pride
sweet little
heart breastplate
because you are mine
because you are not mine
because I look at you and die
and worse than dying
if I don't look at you love
if i don't look at you
because you always exist wherever
but you exist better where I love you
because your mouth is blood
and you are cold
I have to love you love
I have to love you
although this wound hurts like two
even if I look for you and do not find you
and although
the night passes and I have you
and no.
- In this beautiful poem by Mario Benedetti we can see that contradiction of being attached to someone who hurts us, but we think that without that person we cannot live.
