Short sad poems about love

Short sad poems about love — no longer than 12 lines. Small texts you can read in a minute and remember just as easily.

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amone

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You want to know What's the saddest of all? You didn't catch me You let me fall

Abbie

Choking

Every time I write some poem about us, my fingers stutter. the ending lines are always in hiccups. My heart always chokes my hand; I freaking can't swallow our breakups.

Abbie

Remote

The longest we spoke were when we were quiet The longest time we have spent were far apart How typically ironical that we turned our back too late, after our heart had already intertwined.

Georgia Douglas Johnson

Devastation

O love, you have shorn me, and rifled my heart, You have torn down the shrine from the innermost part. And through it now rushes a grief, sadly-wild, That breaks as the plaint of a sorrowing child.

Countee Cullen

For Myself

What’s in this grave is worth your tear; There’s more than the eye can see; Folly and Pride and Love lie here Buried alive with me.

Robert Herrick

UPON HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, MISTRESS ELIZABETHHERRICK

First, for effusions due unto the dead, My solemn vows have here accomplished; Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell, Wherein thou liv'st for ever.--Dear, farewell!

Dave Bonta

Sign language

my own hands talk about me as full of life as a grave kill with them and they go still love is the trade they never want

Bai

Its Midnight (2)

It's Midnight and I'm thinking of you. I wish I could sleep Stop pounding my head with our memories. Just shut up, And let me sleep.

Atlas

I Am Broken

I have shattered I loved someone and wished for them to love me I am broken because that person said no to me I am torn for this person may never love me I am broken

Abbie

missing is missing.

And when you miss a person there is no right or left to it There is no apporpriate time or place You just do it. You can't control it. Or anything. I swear, Missing is missing.

Risa Bear

Sixty

I did not know love had gone; I stood by the stairs a long time, then walked away.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Fragment: 'I Faint, I Perish With My Love!'

I faint, I perish with my love! I grow Frail as a cloud whose pale Under the evening's ever-changing glow: I die like mist upon the gale, And like a wave under the calm I fail.

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