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.