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A collection of sad poems of loss, or goodbyes

Updated on February 18, 2012

Collection of random Poems of Loss, and more

I wanted a place to put some poems I came across. This hub is dedicated to the "sadder" side of poetry, by some favorite, and not so well known artists. A place to come back to, I hope to share what I have found and not keep it to myself.

I recall taking literature courses in college and so many of us loved poetry and the exposure to new poets we had not read before. Most often, I am drawn to poems of beauty and joy and life and love. This is another side of life, a very real side of it that doesn't get as much "air time" as it were. I think that while some could say it is wallowing in what could be sad, that others might say that its ok to feel what one feels during times of sorrow. Reading poems from people that have experienced their own losses can help others know they are not alone in their own pain. It can help to give us perspective, and appreciate the good all around us. There is a time for sorrow, and a time for laughter. A time for all things. As you look at some of these, feel free to share more, or let me know about a favorite poet of yours. We can learn a lot from each other. Thank you for reading this hub. I hope to do another hub sometime, having more to do with happy things, joyful things in life to be thankful for :)

A loss of something ever felt I, by Emily Dickinson

A loss of something ever felt I
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was -- of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect

A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out --

Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is --
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces --

And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven --


The Lover Mourns for the Loss of Love, By William Butler Yeats


Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.


Loss and Gain, By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.

I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.

But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.


Pain in Pleasure, By Elizabeth Barrett Browning


A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
And drew around it other thoughts like bees
For multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;
Whereat rejoicing, I desired the art
Of the Greek whistler, who to wharf and mart
Could lure those insect swarms from orange-trees
That I might hive with me such thoughts and please
My soul so, always. foolish counterpart
Of a weak man's vain wishes ! While I spoke,
The thought I called a flower grew nettle-rough
The thoughts, called bees, stung me to festering:
Oh, entertain (cried Reason as she woke)
Your best and gladdest thoughts but long enough,
And they will all prove sad enough to sting !



If pain for peace prepares, by Emily Dickinson


If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what "Augustan" years
Our feet await!

If springs from winter rise,
Can the Anemones
Be reckoned up?

If night stands fast -- then noon
To gird us for the sun,
What gaze!

When from a thousand skies
On our developed eyes
Noons blaze!


Some of my pictures, that could go with the feelings expressed in the poems

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      Paula 6 years ago from The Midwest, USA

      Thank you Chora. I like how you said everything is connected to people, life and love. Thanks for the comment.

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      Chora 6 years ago

      Cool poem everything are all connected to people life and love

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      Paula 6 years ago from The Midwest, USA

      Saddlerider, thank you! So glad you enjoyed them.

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      saddlerider1 6 years ago

      You couldn't of chosen 4 better poets than these, along with wonderful pictures to compliment their verse. These are brilliant choices of melancholy poems. Bravo, I thoroughly enjoyed them.

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      Paula 6 years ago from The Midwest, USA

      Thank you Liz. I would love to read some of your poetry some time. I think the authors of the poems here did an awesome job, I am just sharing them. :) I will try to add more as time permits. Thanks for the visit.

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      Liz Mackay 6 years ago

      Lovely collection of melancholy poems complemented by your photos. I hope you will continue to add to this hub. I write poetry too, but not of such beautiful quality as these. Here is one of my Squidoo lenses you might like to visit Sorrowful poems

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      Paula 6 years ago from The Midwest, USA

      Thank you Phoenix~

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      Paula 6 years ago from The Midwest, USA

      Moons, it makes me smile too, a lot of the poems, but some are more sad. It makes you appreciate all kinds of things in life, at least it does for me.

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      PhoenixV 6 years ago from USA

      Great poems!

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      Paula 6 years ago from The Midwest, USA

      Denise, I am the same way with Emily Dickinson, she has been a favorite almost since I was introduced to her in high school. I appreciate your comment, and look forward to seeing some of yours as well!

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      Denise Handlon 6 years ago from North Carolina

      OnS-beautiful photos to go along with the poetry. Emily Dickinson has always been one of my favorite poets since I was in H.S. and first studying literature. (that was a long time ago, LOL) Thanks for another beautiful hub.

      I actually wrote some poetry which I have under the hubs: Truths of the Heart; Soul work:JOY; and Simplicity of Being. Thanks for setting this hub up. Very nice. BTW: I love your username. Oceans are my favorite as well.

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      Paula 8 years ago from The Midwest, USA

      Thank you so much Uriel. I love what you said, and I am glad you could see these poems, some for the first time. Glad you liked the pictures. Makes my day :)

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      Uriel 8 years ago from Lebanon

      well oceansunsets, i really loved the collection you have here. I guess pain is part of life's cycle. We fall we burn we rise from the ashes just like a phoenix. I guess we all had/ still having :D our portion of pain yet i feel that reading about other's pain makes us in some cases realize that our lives aren't that bad and throughout this huge universe there is someone who probably is going through the same thing. Lovely poems though this is the first time i stumble over them. I am copying them and maybe making a wallpaper out of them. thank you for sharing those poems

      Ps: i really loved the pictures. :D Thumbz up !1

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      Paula 8 years ago from The Midwest, USA

      Hi Debra, I agree with you :) We can allow what is sad, to be sad, and that is a healthy thing. Thanks for your question to, and encouraging further thought on it.

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      debrakcarey 8 years ago from West Plains, Missouri

      Beautiful and sobering. The pictures are very lovely too. To often saddness is mistaken as negative in our culture. It would be wise to allow what is sad...to be sad. For without sadness, how do we enjoy JOY? Have you ever just allowed it to be what it is? Thanks for sharing this, Ocean.