Sad Love Poems

Sad Love Poems for the Lovers

"Don't be angry if I write..."

Don't be angry if I write
Only just from time to time,
Writing now, and then again,
Waiting till another time.

Letters come in many forms:
Some are sick and some are sad,
Brilliant just occasionally,
Far more often very bad.

Letters leave a lot unsaid,
Often are not understood,
Seem to mean more than they do,
Fail to mention what they should.

If I live, you will not need
Letters, you will have the man.
If I die, to read my words
May be more than sorrow can.

When you travel, you will not
Heavy trolleys need to trundle.
They will fit into your bag,
Folded in slender bundle.

When you're married, comes a time,
When you need a little cry -
You can quickly reach them down
And as swiftly put them by.

When you've locked the bedroom door,
Kept them from his jealous gaze,
Spare a kind and grateful thought
For your lover's lazy ways.

Say "It's better that he wrote
Only just from time to time,
Writing now, and then again,
Waiting till another time."

by Konstantin Simonov, Russian poet (1915-1979)

Love knocks at the Door

In the pain, in the loneliness of love,
To the heart of my sweet I fled.
I knocked at the door of her living heart,
"Let in -- let in --" I said.

"What seek you here?" the voices cried,
"You seeker among the dead" --
"Herself I seek, herself I seek,
Let in -- let in!" I said.

They opened the door of her living heart,
But the core thereof was dead.
They opened the core of her living heart --
A worm at the core there fed.

"Where is my sweet, where is my sweet?"
"She is gone away, she is fled.
Long years ago she fled away,
She will never return," they said.

Sad love poems by John Hall Wheelock (1886 - 1978)

Himself

Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,
Himself - come home again.

His kind blue eyes were smilin’
Beneath his thatch of grey,
He laid his hand on my hand,
The ould sweetheartin’ way.

I pressed my cheek upon it,
Remembering bitterly
The times he faced his daily toil
Without one smile from me.

And yet, his meals were always good,
His clothes well kept and clean,
The neighbours, sure, will tell you,
The splendid wife I’ve been.

But in Life’s stress and struggle,
We somehow, grew apart,
You know these Irish mothers,
'Tis “the childer” has their heart.

And he grew grim, and close-lipped,
And harder, day by day,
Poor man - too tired for laughter,
Too worried to be gay.

But - how his care enclosed us,
For all he was so grim,
The very rafters of our home
Were cut and laid by him.

And I, that might have cheered him,
The bitter words I said,
Oh! God, that we remember,
Only when they are dead.

But now - my arms were round him,
The room seemed full of flowers,
And Youth came back and sunshine,
That glorious time was ours.

The firelight flamed and flickered,
The embers fell apart,
I woke to empty silence,
With sorrow at my heart.

The wild winds brought the morning,
The dawn was red and chill,
And Himself was lyin’ sleepin’
In the graveyard on the hill!

Sad love poems by Alice Guerin Crist

Missing

You walked beside me, quick and free;
With lingering touch you grasped my hand;
Your eyes looked laughingly in mine;
And now—I can not understand.

I long for you, I mourn for you,
Through all the dark and lonely hours.
Heavy the weight the pallmen lift,
And cover silently with flowers.

Sad love poems by Sarah Orne Jewett

YOU WALKED OUT MY LIFE

I love you why didn’t you
Mean what you said.
You told me you would never leave
My stupid ass believed you.
Everything was going all right.
Yes we had our ups and downs every night
All that stuff you would say to me
You did nothing but used and abused me.

We were together two damn years
Was she them years.
You told me you never cared about your ex
That she was nothing
I will never forget.

I loved you for you even though you never had much.
I believed in trust.I thought you said money can’t buy you love.

Why did you leave me for her?
Is it because she has money, house, and car?
I just want you to know that you were my first love and
I will never forget that then you had the nerve to tell me

Lets be friends
Like that’s going to work, I can’t see you with her.
I can’t call you on the phone. You don’t even stay at Home.
I was so comfortable around you.
I could talk to you about anything.
I felt like an angel when I was with your arms.

Now I am here all alone
Wondering what went wrong.
Day by Day I will move on.
Your love is like a sad song.

BY REBECCA REEVES 15 April 2005

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