Can a world without sad poetry be imagined? The answer is no, as indicated by the existence of siblings such as smile and tears, good and bad, life and death, true and false, hero and villain, love and hatred, and so on.
If the world were to be full of happiness, would that be happiness in a true sense? The micropoem below ‘OMG Sad Poetry, I Love You’ reminds of the very same fact, that true happiness would cease to exist without sadness. Hence, the scope of sad poetry becomes paramount!
OMG Sad Poetry, I Love You
OMG sad poetry, I love you,
If I don’t read, start missing you;
Wherever I go, you go too;
Without you, the world seems empty too.
How many of us have seen loved ones taken to the operating room? Unimaginable, right! The situation is quite bleak, with heart baffled and throbbing hard against the chest. These are nervous moments indeed that have been quite realistically captured by the sad poetry ‘I Stood in A Hospital.’
I Stood in A Hospital
I stood in a hospital
Of the freezing cold capital,
My beloved dead in the operation theater;
Without her I cried, ‘Call me too my Creator.’
Have you ever visited a grave? How do you feel during that time? Overwhelming and grief stricken, most will answer. The following micropoem (Crying, I Stood Near the Grave) is a fine piece of sad poetry that will soothe your nerves with sheer sadness. Just try it for yourself and give your verdict!
Crying, I Stood Near the Grave
Crying, I stood near the grave
To pay homage who was brave:
He was my lovely son
Who died on the border with a gun!
Do you believe in Karma? The good Lord asks us to pile up good Karmas and always resist the temptation of bad ones. For this, He has his own unique ways to remind us of our choices, grave being one of them. Unfriendly, isn’t it? However, not a compulsion but best practice, all of us must picture a grave; what kind of Karmas we want to take with us before death. ‘The Grave Calls Me to Think’ is a sad poetry that will surely leave you mesmerized in that sense.
The Grave Calls Me to Think
The grave calls me to think,
My Karmas never wink.
Good or Bad – it’s a mess –
God will be unpleased at the mess.
If bent toward evil,
Then angels will turn devil!
There would be no peace,
Not in grave, nor in beautiful Greece.
Fire, torture, and pain will be present;
With bad deeds, the soul will only repent,
But still, there will be no respite,
Only more pain, hard sufferings will bite!
The below short poetry visualizes the grief of all those who lost their beloved wives during the child birth. Don’t forget to pay tribute to all those sad souls when reading the poem ‘My Wife Motionless in Bed.’
My Wife Motionless in Bed
My wife motionless in bed,
My child in hands wrapped in red,
She died while giving birth;
There is no mirth, no mirth,
Only a child to raise,
Still on Jesus my praise!