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Best Sad Love Poems

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Love Poems speak about the passion, desire and vulnerability of being in love. When you can share your life with another, your whole world is completely different.

Sad Love Poems express anger, betrayal and heartbreak over a great loss. When our dreams are shattered, our vulnerabilities attacked and our soulmate exposed as a charlatan, we are left void and empty. It is any wonder that we turn to poetry to express the inexpressible.

How can there be pain in a place where there is so much joy? A loving relationship is the most awesome experience in the world. This is why it also holds the potential for so much sadness. There are so many things that can go wrong. We must remember, "Better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all."

We hope you find comfort browsing our collection of great sad love poems!

Dil magar kam kisi say milta hay

Dil magar kam kisi say milta hay?!

Aadmi, aadmi say milta hay?

Dil magar kam kisi say milta hay?

Bhool jaata hoo?n mai?n sitam us k?

Woh kuch is saadgi say milta hay?

Aaj kya baat hay k phoolo?n ka?

Rang tairi ha?nsi say milta hay?

Mil k bhi jo kabhi nahee?n milta?

Toot kar dil usi say milta hay?

Rooh ko bhi maza mohabbat ka?

Dil ki hum-sa?igi say milta hay?

Karobaar-e-jahaa?n sa?nwartay hai?n?

Hosh jab bay-khudi say milta hay?

Dil magar kam kisi say milta hay?

Aadmi, aadmi say milta hay?!

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These are poems about sadness in all its varied forms. There is much sadness in the world and many reasons to be sad.

Writing a poem about your feelings is a good way to bring healing to yourself. Additionally, many people find that reading poems when they are sad is a wonderful way to find comfort and give words to their unspoken sad feelings.

 When someone in the family is depressed, the whole family is affected. Depression is a silent disease that sucks the energy and joy out of a person's life. If is very difficult for one has not experienced depression to understand its significance. It is important to get the individual into treatment and be sensitive and empathetic during their treatment. Depending on the type and degree of depression the individual may have to struggle with their illness their entire life. Depression must be accepted as an illness and not a lousy character trait.


Sadness and darkness are natural cousins. Since ancient times, people have worn black to express their grief. Happiness is attracted to sunshine and depression to darkness. There is a certain romance in darkness and melancholy. There is something mysterious about that which is hidden and unknown. Dark poems may seek to romanticize sadness and depression. Other dark poems are simply poems about sad subjects. The poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe is an example of a delightfully spooky dark poem. There is much room for creativity in this genre.

Hatred is a poison that fills your body. It becomes impossible to think of anything else but the object of your hatred. Sometimes if you don't encounter the object of your hatred for a length of time, the hatred may dissipate throughout your body. You may be under the impression that the feeling is gone. The truth is that is has spread like a cancer. It is very important if possible to tell the person who you are angry with how you feel. If this is not possible it might be helpful to discuss your feelings with others. In any case do not let this hatred sit and poison your body.


 I should wash these pills down the drain,
But it seems easier to prolong my pain,
Because I know going through withdrawal will just about kill me.

It seems easier just to go on,
Smoking crack and popping pills until dawn,
Knowing in the end what will be, will be.

Yet somewhere deep inside,
There's a little bit of pride,
A tiny shaft of light that still reminds me.

Of the girl I used to be,
When my brain was clear and free,
I'm not sure that I can be that girl again.

Kehnay Ko Muhabbat hai lakin.
Ab esi muhabbat kia kerni….
Jo neend chura le ankhon se.
Jo khawab dikha k pholon k.
Tabeer main kantay de jai.
Jo gham ke kali raaton se.
Her aas ka jugnu le jai.
Jo khawab sajati ankhon ko.
Aansu he aansu de jai.
Jo mushkil ker de jeenay ko.
Jo marnay ko asaan keray.
Woh dil jo Pyar ka mandir ho.
Wo yadoon ko mehman kare.
Ab Aisi Muhabbat kaya karni….
Jo umer ki naqdi le jaey.

'When the heart breaks... the love can spill out, through, and... healing can begin.'

The following haiku is about disconnection in a relationship:

Like rock and water
Leaf and stone ~ face each other
Together alone.

Oh even though
We aren't speaking so much
Still
I can't help but
Stare at you all the time
I find you so beautiful
And
Even though
We both said harsh things
To the heart of the other
The heart most dear
I forgave you
The moment I met you
And even though
We don't touch
It's all I think about
And hope for
How could I not?
I absolutely adore you

If I am to be what is measured and found to be
a world away from you
then my closed eyes shall traverse that distance
and carry within their dark journey
the knowledge that only individuals love.
And in my struggle with loneliness which bears
no smell but the smell of you
and the shape of you my imagination would
sculpt if its hands fell into clay
I will arrive still and silent and fully into your heart.
It does not matter if we sleep and wake
and share no daylight or stars
for all seeds planted in the furrows of darkness
grow their own mornings which stir
on feet ready to overtake what is only memory.

'What love promises
Is not a happy ending
But a sad farewell.'

'You think you hurt me
By building walls between us:
Fortress or prison?'

'My blood boils away
Flesh, muscle, sinew, all gone
If you say goodbye'

'The venom you used
To say Goodbye, I now use
To kill loneliness.'

Sometimes we get melancholy. It is just a part of life. Our Sad Poems collection expresses, in shades of blue, just what we feel when we are down. Sometimes it is despair, hopelessness, or just a sense that we are all alone. The good news is, we all feel that way from time to time, so in that sense we are never really alone.

Things may look bleak now, but they will get better. We think you will identify and perhaps find some comfort in our special words. Remember, if you are feeling down, speak to someone; a friend, a family member, maybe a professional.  There is no need to shoulder the burden alone.
We are all in the same boat, together.

I'm walking the sidewalk,
in the middle of town.
My head is quite heavy,
it's pointing straight down.

I do not wish,
to look straight ahead.
My body and mind,
just feels beyond dead.

An intersection,
I finally reach,
Where I'm welcomed,
with a horrible screech.

Right or left,
I'm asked to choose.
But I continue along the sidewalk,
change I refuse.

My sidewalk is covered,
with sorrow an dirt.
I'm loyal to this street,
it's simply called hurt.

As I continue,
my pain sadly grows.
The shoes I'm wearing,
are called blue woes.

There seems like there's no end,
or slight hope in sight.
This lonely town,
forever has night.

It's just so difficult,
for me to leave.
As I raise my head,
I cannot believe.

A rusty sign,
with the name of the town.
It reads, "Sad",
and it's pointing straight down.

My sadness and sorrow,
I cannot explain.
I'd gladly exchange it,
for physical pain.

My heart has been crushed,
thrown casually away.
I'm struggling to cope,
with each passing day.

The love that we shared,
you can never deny.
Just thinking about it,
leads me to cry.

Why did it have to,
happen this way?
I'm so sad and confused,
right here where I lay.

I cannot change,
the way that I feel.
I wish I could do,
something to heal.

For now, I must accept,
and sit in my sorrow.
Hoping to improve,
with every tomorrow.

Like a flower,
with gentle care I planted,
But with time,
I did take this love for granted.

Our bond dissolved,
became like sand.
The wind no longer,
it could withstand.

Infinite sadness,
my brittle heart feels,
My foolishness,
each morning reveals.

Our love was like,
a beautiful wave,
I'd do anything to
hold and save.

But was it meant to,
reach its end,
Engulfed by the shore,
I could not defend.

If our love was like,
the sun,
then the darkness of night,
has clearly won.

I do not wish to be,
sadnesses slave,
When the sun rises,
I'll seek a new wave.

I'm so sorry,
for making you sad.
You deserve to be,
very mad.

Words cannot explain,
my guilt.
I know the damage
that my actions have built.

I know things between us,
are a bit tense,
But please believe,
that my regret is immense.

Since I hurt you,
I've really thought,
About the sorrow,
that I have brought.

I'm so sorry,
for being so blind.
In your heart to forgive me,
I hope you could find.

We must savour,
every breath,
We'll never predict,
our eventual death.

Thinking about it,
shall do no good,
Enjoy life and love,
we definitely should.

How will death,
seduce or greet,
There's no way,
we'll ever cheat.

It may seem,
all very sad,
Use your time,
good deeds add.

Death is a way,
to say goodbye,
If we live and love,
many will cry.
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Sad Beautiful Poems

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Sometimes we get melancholy. It is just a part of life. Our Sad Poems collection expresses, in shades of blue, just what we feel when we are down. Sometimes it is despair, hopelessness, or just a sense that we are all alone. The good news is, we all feel that way from time to time, so in  that sense we are never really alone.

Things may look bleak now, but they will get better. We think you will identify and perhaps find some comfort in our special words. Remember, if you are feeling down, speak to someone; a friend, a family member, maybe a professional.  There is no need to shoulder the burden alone.  
We are all in the same boat, together.

I'm walking the sidewalk,
in the middle of town.
My head is quite heavy,
it's pointing straight down.

I do not wish,
to look straight ahead.
My body and mind,
just feels beyond dead.

An intersection,
I finally reach,
Where I'm welcomed,
with a horrible screech.

Right or left,
I'm asked to choose.
But I continue along the sidewalk,
change I refuse.

My sidewalk is covered,
with sorrow an dirt.
I'm loyal to this street,
it's simply called hurt.

As I continue,
my pain sadly grows.
The shoes I'm wearing,
are called blue woes.

There seems like there's no end,
or slight hope in sight.
This lonely town,
forever has night.

It's just so difficult,
for me to leave.
As I raise my head,
I cannot believe.

A rusty sign,
with the name of the town.
It reads, "Sad",
and it's pointing straight down.

My sadness and sorrow,
I cannot explain.
I'd gladly exchange it,
for physical pain.

My heart has been crushed,
thrown casually away.
I'm struggling to cope,
with each passing day.

The love that we shared,
you can never deny.
Just thinking about it,
leads me to cry.

Why did it have to,
happen this way?
I'm so sad and confused,
right here where I lay.

I cannot change,
the way that I feel.
I wish I could do,
something to heal.

For now, I must accept,
and sit in my sorrow.
Hoping to improve,
with every tomorrow.

Like a flower,
with gentle care I planted,
But with time,
I did take this love for granted.
Writing a poem about your feelings is a good way to bring healing to yourself. Additionally, many people find that reading poems when they are sad is a wonderful way to find comfort and give words to their unspoken sad feelings

Bara dushwar hota ha,

Zara sa faisla karna

K jeevan ki kahani ko,

kahan say yad rakhna ha,

kahan say bhool jana ha,

Isay kitna batana ha,

Isay kitna chupana ha,

kahan ro ro k hansna ha,

Kahan hans hans k rona ha,

kahan awaz dena ha,

Kahan khamosh rehna ha,

kahan rasta badalna ha

Kahan say laot ana ha,
bara dushwar hota ha,
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Black Love Poems

Black Love Poems Biography

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Giovanni’s first published volumes of poetry grew out of her response to the assassinations of such figures as Martin Luther King, Jr., Malcolm X, Medgar Evers, and Robert Kennedy, and the pressing need she saw to raise awareness of the plight and the rights of black people. Black Feeling, Black Talk (1967) and Black Judgement (1968) display a strong, militant African-American perspective as Giovanni explores her growing political and spiritual awareness. These early books, followed by Re: Creation (1970), quickly established Giovanni as a prominent new African-American voice. Black Feeling, Black Talk sold over ten thousand copies in its first year alone. Giovanni gave her first public reading to a packed audience at Birdland, the famous New York City jazz spot. Critical reaction to Giovanni’s early work focused on her more revolutionary poetry. Some reviewers found her political and social positions to be unsophisticated, while others were threatened by her rebelliousness. “Nikki writes about the familiar: what she knows, sees, experiences,” Don L. Lee observed in Dynamite Voices I: Black Poets of the 1960s.”It is clear why she conveys such urgency in expressing the need for Black awareness, unity, solidarity....What is perhaps more important is that when the Black poet chooses to serve as political seer, he must display a keen sophistication. Sometimes Nikki oversimplifies and therefore sounds rather naive politically.” However, Giovanni’s first three volumes of poetry were enormously successful, answering a need for inspiration, anger, and solidarity in those who read them. She publicly expressed the feelings of people who had felt voiceless, finding new audiences beyond the usual poetry-reading public. Black Judgement sold six thousand copies in three months, almost six times the sales level expected of a poetry book. As she travelled to speaking engagements at colleges around the country, Giovanni was often hailed as one of the leading black poets of the new black renaissance. The prose poem “Nikki-Rosa,” Giovanni’s reminiscence of her childhood in a close-knit African-American home, was first published in Black Judgement. The poem expanded her appeal and became her most beloved and most anthologized work. During this time, she also made television appearances, later published as conversations with Margaret Walker and James Baldwin.

In 1969, Giovanni took a teaching position at Rutgers University. That year she also gave birth to her son, Thomas. Giovanni’s work shifted  focus after the birth of her son and she made several recordings of her poetry set against a gospel or jazz backdrop. In addition to writing her own poetry, Giovanni offered exposure for other African-American women writers through NikTom, Ltd., a publishing cooperative she founded in 1970. Gwendolyn Brooks, Margaret Walker, Carolyn Rodgers, and Mari Evans were among those who benefited from Giovanni’s work. Travels to other parts of the world, including the Caribbean, also filled much of the poet’s time and contributed to the evolution of her work. As she broadened her perspective, Giovanni began to review her own life. Her introspection led to Gemini: An Extended Autobiographical Statement on My First Twenty-five Years of Being a Black Poet (1971), which earned a nomination for the National Book Award.

In addition to writing for adults in Gemini and other works during the early 1970s, Giovanni began to compose verse for children. Among her published volumes for young readers are Spin a Soft Black Song (1971), Ego-Tripping and Other Poems for Young People (1973), and Vacation Time (1980). Written for children of all ages, Giovanni’s poems are unrhymed incantations of childhood images and feelings which also focus on African-American history and explore issues and concerns specific to black youngsters. Giovanni’s later works for children include Knoxville, Tennessee (1994), The Sun Is So Quiet (1996) and Lincoln and Douglass: An American Friendship (2008). Giovanni’s children’s book Rosa (2005) was awarded a Caldecott Medal and the Coretta Scott King Award for illustration.

Throughout the 1970s and 1980s Giovanni’s popularity as a speaker and lecturer increased along with her success as a poet and children’s author. She received numerous awards for her work, including honors from the National Council of Negro Women and the National Association of Radio and Television Announcers. She was featured in articles for such magazines as Ebony, Jet, and Harper’s Bazaar. She also continued to travel, making trips to Europe and Africa, and her increasingly sophisticated and nuanced world view is reflected in her work from the period. Giovanni’s maturity is highlighted in My House (1972). Her viewpoint, the black revolutionary which made her famous, now includes a wide range of social concerns. Her rhymes are more pronounced, more lyrical, and gentler. Family love, loneliness, and frustration—themes which Giovanni had raged over in her earlier works—find softer expression. When Giovanni published Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day (1978), critics viewed it as one of her most somber works, full of emotional ups and downs, fear and insecurity, and the weight of everyday responsibilities. Giovanni’s next book, Those Who Ride the Night Winds (1983), echoes the political activism of her early work as she dedicates various pieces to Phillis Wheatley, Martin Luther King, Jr., and Rosa Parks. As Giovanni has moved through her middle years, her work has continued to reflect her changing concerns and perspectives. The Selected Poems of Nikki Giovanni, 1968-1995 (1996), which spans the first three decades of her career, was heralded by Booklist critic Donna Seaman as a “rich synthesis [that] reveals the evolution of Giovanni’s voice and charts the course of the social issues that are her muses, issues of gender and race.” Twenty of the fifty-three works collected in Love Poems (1997) find the writer musing on subjects as diverse as friendship, sexual desire, motherhood, and loneliness, while the remainder of the volume includes relevant earlier works.

Giovanni continues to supplement her poetry with occasional volumes of nonfiction. In her collection Racism 101 (1994), she looks back at her experiences of the civil rights movement and its aftermath. The book is a rich source of impressions of other black intellectuals, including writer and activist W.E.B. DuBois, writers Henry Louis Gates, Jr. and Toni Morrison, Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, and filmmaker Spike Lee. In addition to publishing original writings, Giovanni has edited poetry collections like the highly praised Shimmy Shimmy Shimmy Like My Sister Kate (1996), a compilation of works composed by African-American writers during the Harlem Renaissance.

Two volumes, Blues: For All the Changes (1999) and Quilting the Black-Eyed Pea: Poems and Not Quite Poems (2002) mark the crossover for Giovanni from the 20th to the 21st century. Blues, published after a battle with lung cancer and her first volume of poetry in five years, “offers thoughts on her battle with illness, on nature, and on the everyday—all laced with doses of harsh reality, a mix of socio-political viewpoints, and personal memories of loss,” wrote Denolynn Carroll of American Visions. Quilting includes, as the title suggests, “anecdotes, musings, and praise songs,” according to Tara Betts of Black Issues Book Review. In 2003, Giovanni published The Nikki Giovanni Poetry Collection, an audio compilation. Spanning her poetry from 1968 to the present and ranging in content from motherhood to Emmett Till. “On the page, much of Giovanni’s writing seems rhetorical,” claimed Rochelle Ratner in Library Journal, but “hearing her read, dogma is replaced by passion.” Bauers praised the production: “The poems are worth the price all by themselves. Giovanni reads with gobs of energy and enthusiasm. Hers is the poetry of plainspeak.”

Giovanni has published no fewer than five books of poetry in the ten years since Blues. Her omnibus The Collected Poetry of Nikki Giovanni (2003) collects poetry from each of her eleven volumes of poetry and includes a chronology and extensive notes for each selection. A review from Publishers Weekly noted that Giovanni’s “outspoken advocacy, her consciousness of roots in oral traditions, and her charismatic delivery place her among the forebearers of present-day slam and spoken-word scenes.” Giovanni is an avid supporter of slam, spoken-word and hip-hop, calling the latter “the modern equivalent of what spirituals meant to earlier generations of blacks.” Her writing continues to be accessible and impassioned in books like The Prosaic Soul of Nikki Giovanni (2003) and Acolytes (2007), though critics have noted a certain mellowing in tone. Bicycles: Love Poems (2009) was a follow-up to her earlier Love Poems. “Love is kept in check by age and experience,” wrote John Stoehr for the Charleston City Paper. “Giovanni doesn’t allow it to overwhelm her, as she did the righteous indignation in her youth. Love requires trust and balance, she writes, just like riding a bike.”

Giovanni has received numerous awards and accolades for her work including multiple NAACP Image Awards, the Langston Hughes Award for Distinguished Contributions to Arts and Letters, the Rosa Parks Women of Courage Award and over twenty honorary degrees from colleges and universities around the country. Giovanni has even had a species of bat named after her, the Micronycteris giovanniae. Giovanni taught at Virginia Tech during the tragic shooting in 2007 and composed a chant-poem which she read at the memorial service the day after. Of the poem, Giovanni said in an interview with the Virginian-Pilot “I try to be honest in my work, and I thought the only thing I can do at that point—because all I knew was that we are Virginia Tech. This was not Virginia Tech.”

“Writing is ... what I do to justify the air I breathe,” Giovanni wrote, explaining her choice of a vocation in Contemporary Authors. “I have been considered a writer who writes from rage and it confuses me. What else do writers write from? A poem has to say something. It has to make some sort of sense; be lyrical; to the point; and still able to be read by whatever reader is kind enough to pick up the book.”

Nikki Giovanni is one of the best-known African-American poets who reached prominence during the late 1960s and early 1970s. Her unique and insightful poetry testifies to her own evolving awareness and experiences: from child to young woman, from naive college freshman to seasoned civil rights activist, from daughter to mother. Frequently anthologized, Giovanni’s poetry expresses strong racial pride and respect for family. Her informal style makes her work accessible to both adults and children. In addition to collections such as Re: Creation (1970), Love Poems (1997), and The Collected Poems of Nikki Giovanni (2003), Giovanni has published several works of nonfiction, children’s literature and recordings, including the Emmy-award nominated The Nikki Giovanni Poetry Collection (2004). A frequent lecturer and reader, Giovanni has taught at Rutgers University, Ohio State University, and Virginia Tech.

Giovanni was born in Knoxville, Tennessee in 1943, the younger of two daughters in a close-knit family. She gained an intense appreciation for her African-American heritage from her outspoken grandmother, explaining in an interview, “I come from a long line of storytellers.” This early exposure to the power of spoken language influenced Giovanni’s career as a poet, particularly in her propensity towards colloquial speech. When Giovanni was a young child, she moved with her parents from Knoxville to a predominantly black suburb of Cincinnati, Ohio but remained close to her grandmother. Giovanni was encouraged by several schoolteachers and enrolled early at Fisk University, a prestigious, all-black college in Nashville, Tennessee. A black renaissance was emerging at Fisk, as writers and other artists of color were finding new ways of expressing their distinct culture. In addition to serving as editor of the campus literary magazine and participating in the Fisk Writers Workshop, Giovanni worked to restore the Fisk chapter of the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee (SNCC). Giovanni graduated with a B.A. in history in 1968 and went on to attend graduate school at the University of Pennsylvania and Columbia University in New York.

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Sad Poems Broken Hearts

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Heartbroken
© Greg Thung
My mind always told me to "Leave and advance",
But my heart told me that I still have a chance.

So I listened to my heart and gave it a shot,
It was a bad choice, now look at the misery and failure It brought.

I thought I'd have a chance, so I kept holding on,
But I know that the last ray of hope is gone.

Sadly, it was you, the girl I trusted the most,
Who left me feeling empty, just like a ghost.

Today, the little hope I had inside, you killed.
I don't know why you destroyed something you helped build.

I must have been crazy to even try,
Because all it did was crush me inside and make me cry.

And I cry only if there's too much to hide.
Like right now because I've got nothing inside.

It has been about 5 times I have tried,
And all those 5 times, I've been denied.

I remember the rejections, you bet I remember them.
So I just sit here and write about it in this poem.

I remember the tears I cried and I shed,
But the pain feels like I bled red instead.

You can taunt me all you want and call me a quitter,
But I give up 'cause I have been treated like litter.

I actually almost thought I'd get to be with her,
But now it tastes so bitter, I still get that shiver.

"Huh? What's that? you think I've been used?"
That don't bother me. To me that's normal news.

I got nothing to lose, nothing to gain.
I'm fed up of all this miserable pain.

So when someone tells me to try again,
Why should I bother? Nothing will change.

I know it will always be the same result:
"Mission failed" Another insane insult.

I thought this would work, not leave me hurt.
Now I'm on the ground beside the dirt.

With the help of a sneaky friend, I read what you typed.
Now all those words you said will come haunt me at night.

If you had given me one chance, I would be your lover.
But I didn't ask for you make me suffer.

When I'm tying to forget, as I lay on my bed,
Those heartbreaking moments rush back to my head.

It was paradise each time I saw your face,
But now I feel like I'm stranded in space.

It was on this "love road" that I travelled so far,
That left me like this: afraid and scarred.

That road gave me too much pain to bear,
So I've decided. From now I'm gonna be solitaire.

The road I'm going for will have nothing to fear.
And all the sorrow I have inside will all disappear.

Nothing can change my decision. I trust nobody no more.
I'm not gonna play around. Love is no sport.

So I'm gonna go back to the same old me.
Yes, the shy guy on the piano named Greg.T.

So, do me a favor and make your neighbor feel special, no cheating and stuff.
Don't treat him like me, 'cause one broken heart is enough.

The guy you want is a very lucky boy.
Just don't use him and treat him like a toy.

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