Quotes about sorrowful, page 7
A romantic weather
On such a cloudy day why you are far away?
Lightning is writing in sky what I want to say
The cloudy sky is like my gloomy face
The thunderbolts are showing my distress
The raindrops are like my sorrowful tears
My soul is on your way like pioneers
The murmur of the leaves is like my whisper
Please meet me in such a romantic weather
poem by Asif Andalib
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Crows Calling At Night
Yellow clouds beside the walls; crows near the tower.
Flying back, they caw, caw; calling in the boughs.
In the loom she weaves brocade, the Qin river girl.
Made of emerald yarn like mist, the window hides her words.
She stops the shuttle, sorrowful, and thinks of the distant man.
She stays alone in the lonely room, her tears just like the rain.
Let’s look for a sunlit breeze
To heal the dusty eyes
To bring us peace and ease
And colour to the skies
Let’s talk in colours hues
That bury thirsty vampires
To carry away the blues
Built in sorrowful empires
Let’s look for the whitest wave
To crash the rocks of the heart
Bring some light to the cave
The light that never falls apart
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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Within
When cloud of darkness gathers around me
It’s always your light that sets me free.
When despair piles up in my grieving heart
Your magic broom cleans up the dirt.
You smile when I cry, cry when I smile
No grief is forever, beyond a sorrowful mile.
By all the acts you do and all the tales you spin
You let me discover the happiness within.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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And A Falling Star
And a falling star
Will relieve you
From the shadowless and sorrowful
Solitude of marble....
When you will rise hopelessly from prayer
The twilight will fade
In the black of your beautiful eyes....
And there shall be
No more complaints....
And maybe again,
You shall be a happy
woman again...
I doubt it....Who knows?
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Present fair
Stygian waters can wait
before early becomes too late.
Love in our souls can cure
whatever is sorrowful and pure.
And if you reach out a hand
I 'll be told by a heaven's band.
Music plays inside my soul
counts my past and present role;
live it, says, it's not despair,
welcome to my present fair;
listen cause that isn't despair,
welcome to my present fair.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Depression
Despondency fills what is not there
Elusive happiness, happy one can not be
Pulsating pain, death doth dare
Ruining my soul, my soul in me
Exuding somber heat into my face
Shriveled from sadness most burning wrath
Sorrowful with no love to grace
In a rue, a doleful path
Odious, ominous, the worst yet to come
Never ending depression, to thee I succumb.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Dream in Jail
Be smile
Without crying
Gaze
Without thinking
I'll be there
Without inform
Be at home
Without absent
Difficult days passed
Without telling
Stealing the time and life
Suffering sighs
Unlimited
Regular dreams
Without sleeping
Four sided walls
Filming only one picture
That's you and
Sorrowful face
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poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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It Must Have Been Something That I Said
and then it was the end
Alma did not talk anymore
something thorny hits
his throat as if what i said
was a kind of bone
of a deadly fish
something like about a plan
that cannot push through
a ship that cannot arrive
and she be there on the port
lonely again
while waiting for someone
someone who exists
only in her mind
but which gives her hope just the same
poor Alma
sorrowful soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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River of sorrow
Rivers are like the life we share,
Sometimes we go fast,
Sometimes we go slow,
My river is slow and filled with sorrow,
It seems endless,
Never turns and always follows the same path,
Far from anyone or any place,
Alone my river stands and alone it shall stay,
The sorrowful river with a path so untold,
Will my river of sorrow ever cross paths with one other,
poem by Samantha Guinen
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