30 Most Popular Sad Poems – Poems About Unhappiness

Are you looking for some sad poems that can touch or move your heart? We have prepared 30 sad poems for you.

The poems are expressed from any type of theme, not only are they related to love and romanticism, but they can also be an expression of sadness and melancholy

best sad poems

Sad poems are as beautiful as romantic poems. The words used in these sad poems contain a meaning so deep and words so well-crafted that you are going to love these sad poems. Check out these 30 sad poems below.

30 Sad Poems To Make You Cry

This literary medium is one of the best to express this kind of feeling and sad poems are one of them. And then we are going to know the best sad poems, from the hand of different emblematic authors. So, if you are also looking for some sad poems, then here we go.

 sad poems to make you cry

You, Who Will Never Be (Alfonsina Storni)

Saturday was, and whim the kiss given,
male whim, bold and fine,
but the male whim was sweet
to this my heart, winged wolverine.

It’s not that I believe, I don’t believe if bending
over my hands I felt you divine,
and I got drunk. I understand that this wine
is not for me, but play and roll the dice.

I am that woman who lives alert,
you the tremendous man who wakes up
in a torrent that widens into a river
and more curls while running and pruning.
Ah, I resist, but she has me all,
you, who will never be completely mine

This is possibly not the saddest poem on the list but it is one of the best sad poems. But if it is about a love disappointment, which is, unfortunately, a common problem in society.

I’m Tired (Luis Cernuda)

Being tired has feathers, it
has graceful feathers like a parrot,
feathers that of course never fly,
but they babble just like a parrot.

I am tired of the houses,
soon in ruins without a gesture;
I’m tired of things,
with a beating of silk turns then back.

I am tired of being alive,
although it would be more tiring to be dead;
I’m tired of being tired
between light feathers sagaciously,
feathers of the parrot that are so familiar or sad,
the parrot that of always being tired

This is another one of the sad poems. In this case, a metaphor is used to explain the tiredness and apathy felt by the lyrical “I” of this poem.

A Truth (Ricardo Palma)

As in the afternoons of January
the flowers of the jasmine tree
of the stem rush,
like lilies that, rocked
by raging winds,

Thus, women, one by one
the joys
that enchanted the soul they offered perish
and only
the memory of those days

In reality, there are few sad poems that use the resource of rhyme. And this one does it perfectly, to express those joys that have gone and withered from the author’s life, that only remain in his memory.

Poem Of Oblivion (José Ángel Buesa)

Watching the clouds pass, life passed by,
and you, like a cloud, passed through my boredom.
And then your heart and mine came together,
like the edges of a wound come together.

The last dreams and the first gray hairs
cast a shadow over all beautiful things;
and today your life and my life are like stars,
because they can be seen together, being so far away…

Although I know that oblivion, like cursed water,
gives us a deeper thirst than the thirst that it takes away,
but I am so sure that I can forget…

And I will look at the clouds without thinking that I love you,
with the deaf habit of an old sailor
who still feels, on dry land, the undulation of the sea

It is related here how the author decided to deal with the memory of a loved one because now he prefers oblivion. Since, although beautiful memories with the other person seem tempting, in reality, they usually cause a lot of pain.

Farewell (Gabriel Celaya)

Perhaps, when I die, they
will say: He was a poet.
And the world, always beautiful, will shine without conscience.

Perhaps you do not remember,
who I was, but in you
the anonymous verses that one day I put in the making sound.

Perhaps there is nothing left
of me, not a word,
not one of these words that today I dream of tomorrow.

But seen or not seen,
but said or not said,
I will be in your shadow, oh beautifully alive!

I will continue following,
I will continue dying, I will
be, I don’t know how, part of the great concert

A very cruel and acid farewell is performed by this author since he imagines and assumes everything that will happen after his departure. However, he claims that despite everything, he will continue to be in the shadow of all the people he has met in some way.

Life Is Going To Me, Who Knows Where (Pär Lagerkvist)

Life is leaving me… Who knows where
with the light, it goes… Stealthily
it moves away from me without saying where.
The same as a friend
who leaves me without saying a word,
who leaves me alone with me.
If I ask him: Where are you going, where?
he just smiles, placidly,
without stopping to go who knows where.
She cried out to him in anguish:
Look at me here, alive, alive. Where
do you want me to follow you? -And with a grim laugh,
“You’re not me” -sorrowfully he replies

Sad poems can also be expressed in this way. As if life escaped the person who writes such depressing words. Making loneliness his only and cruel company, which takes him everywhere at his will.

Oh Yeah! (Charles Bukowski)

There are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize it
and more often than not
when it happens it
is too late
and there is nothing worse
than being
too late.

A little poetic reflection on loneliness, mentions that there are possibly worse things than that. But that, in reality, loneliness and sadness are dangerous, since they can come in silence. To realize when it’s too late.

Arrival At The Sea (José Hierro)

When I left you,
I promised myself that I would return.
And I’m back. I break with my legs
your serene glassware.
It is like delving into the principles,
like getting drunk with life, like feeling a tree with yellow leaves
grow very deep and going crazy with the taste of its most fiery fruits. How to feel with your hands in flower, feeling the joy. How to listen to the deep chord of the surf and the breeze.

When I left you,
I promised myself that I would return.
It was in autumn, and in autumn
it came, again, to your shores.
(Among your waves, autumn
is born more beautiful every day.)

And now that I thought of you
constantly, that I believed…
(The mountains around you
have bonfires lit.)

And now that I wanted to talk to you,
saturate me with your joy…
(You are a mist bird
that pecks at my cheeks.)
And now that I wanted to give you
all my blood, that I wanted…
(How beautiful, sea, to die in you
when I can’t handle my life)

In this heartbreaking way, the author describes the pain and sadness of separation. So he uses a metaphor to describe the end of life, with the sea. However, the mention is also made of the hope for his return in these sad poems.

I’m Afraid (Pablo Neruda)

I’m scared. The afternoon is gray and the sadness
of the sky opens like a dead man’s mouth. My heart has a cry of a forgotten
princess in the depths of a deserted palace.

I’m afraid -And I feel so tired and small that I reflect on the afternoon without meditating on it. (A dream cannot fit in my sick head just as a star has not fit in the sky.)
However, in my eyes, there is a question and there is a scream in my mouth that my mouth does not scream. There is no ear on earth to hear my sad complaint abandoned in the midst of the infinite earth!
The universe dies in a calm agony without the festival of the Sun or the green twilight.
Saturn agonizes like the sorrow of mine,
the Earth is a black fruit that the sky bites.
And through the vastness of the void, the afternoon clouds go blind, like lost boats that hid broken stars in their holds.

And the death of the world falls on my life

It is easy to identify that, in this case, the author emphasizes his fear over his own sadness and depressive state. Also having fear because there is no one in the world who can hear his fear and sadness, thinking that he is going to die this way.

Ars Magna (Leopoldo Maria Panero)

What is magic, you ask
in a dark room.
What is nothing, you ask,
leaving the room.
And what is a man coming out of nowhere,
and coming back into the room alone?

This could be interpreted as a person walking into a room that represents sadness and depression. To all negative feelings actually. And how that person allows himself to be sucked into the darkness of this room.

Indolence (Alfonsina Storni)

In spite of myself, I love you; you are as vain
as you are beautiful, and he says to me, vigilant, pride:

“Is this what you chose for? Bass taste is yours;
do not sell yourself to anything, not even to a Roman profile»

And dictates to me the desire, dark and pagan,
to open a wide cut through which your
The vital murmur was strained… Only dead would my
the sweetest lullaby wraps you, looking for mouth and hand.

Salome revived? Are my gestures poorer?
Already for tragic things, bad times are these.
I am the incomplete one who always lives her life.

Well, it doesn’t lose its line for a Greek party
, and perhaps indecisive, undulating, it folds
with distant eyes and a distracted soul

We find this author again, who has a large number of poems full of sadness. Generally, she talks wistfully about failed love or totally unhealthy relationships.

The Future (Julio Cortázar)

And I know very well that you will not be.
You will not be on the street,
in the murmur that springs from
the streetlights at night,
nor in the gesture of choosing the menu,
nor in the smile that soothes
the subways,
nor in the borrowed books,
nor in the see you tomorrow.
You will not be in my dreams,
in the original destination
of my words,
nor will you be in a telephone number
or in the color of a pair of gloves
or a blouse.
I will get angry my love,
without it is for you,
and I will buy chocolates
but not for you,
I will stand on the corner
where you will not come,
and I will say the words that are said
and I will eat the things that are eaten
and I will dream the things that are dreamed of
and I know very well that you will not be here,
neither in here, the jail
where I still keep you,
nor out there, this river of streets
and bridges.
You won’t be there at all, you won’t even remember,
and when I think of you I will
think a thought
that darkly
tries to remember you

A classic Cortázar poem about heartbreak, as well as mentioning the absence of a loved one. And the suffering that comes from dealing with all the loss, but thanks to literature these feelings can be expressed.

Will (Concha Garcia)

My love, two points,
the will to continue being has fallen, but I still come out
threaded by your saliva and it
stuns me to stop chasing you,
you who were flame in the eyecup and warmth of a finger,
accurate stabbing madness,
a noble essay that was characterized by the insistence
of the theme with an allegorical background,
very certain I stay where I am, what
is further? What
remains? I dry my hands
so I don’t have to scrutinize
them with heartfelt caresses. I have
to write yet another poem
my sentence and a method
to forget your language

This is another one of the top sad poems. This Spanish poet expresses her pain over the absence of what she had and has now lost in this beautiful poem. With all her modern and avant-garde style that characterizes her as much as she could have read.

Pain (Alfonsina Storni)

I would like this divine October afternoon to
walk along the distant shore of the sea;
that the golden sand, and the green waters,
and the pure skies saw me pass by.

To be tall, proud, and perfect, I would like,
like a Roman, to agree
with the great waves, and the dead rocks
and the wide beaches that surround the sea.

With the slow pace, and cold eyes
and mute mouth, let myself go;
see how the blue waves break
against the granites and not blink;
see how the birds of prey eat
the small fish and not wake up;
to think that the fragile boats could
sink in the waters and not sigh;
see that the most beautiful man comes forward, throat in the air,
not wanting to love…

Losing my gaze, absentmindedly,
losing it and never finding it again:
and, upright figure, between sky and beach,
feeling the perennial forgetfulness of the sea

Emotional dependency is quite common in this author’s poems, as you can see, she doesn’t just focus on sadness. But she also seeks deep expressiveness through rhyme, which is a difficult thing to do.

The Farewell (José Ángel Buesa)

I say goodbye and perhaps I still love you.
Maybe I shouldn’t forget you, but I say goodbye.
I don’t know if you loved me… I don’t know if I loved you…
Or maybe we both loved each other too much.
This sad, passionate, and crazy love,
I planted it in my soul to love you.
I don’t know if I loved you a lot… I don’t know if I loved you a little;
But I do know I’ll never love like this again.
Your smile remains asleep in my memory,
and my heart tells me that I will not forget you;
but, by staying alone, knowing that I lose you,
maybe I start to love you like I never loved you.
I say goodbye to you, and perhaps, with this goodbye,
my most beautiful dream dies within me…
But I say goodbye to you, for life,
Even if I think of you all my life.
Anyone can identify with the feeling reflected in this poem since it reflects the need to say goodbye to a person who has left. However, that does not imply that you do not still have feelings towards this person. This is what causes pain.

This Pain Has Now Become Tears (Jaime Sabines)

This pain has turned into tears now
and it is good that it is so.
Let’s dance, let’s love, Melibea.

Flower of this sweet wind that has me,
branch of my anguish:
untie me, my love, leaf by leaf,
sway here in my dreams,
I clothe you like my blood, this is your cradle:
let me kiss you one by one,
you women, woman, foam coral.

Rosario, yes, Dolores when Andrea,
let me cry for you and see you.

I’ve only become crying now
and I lull you to sleep, woman, cry that you cry

A beautiful poem with beautiful rhymes, which expresses that precise moment when simple sadness becomes a cry that is impossible to console.

Astral Solitude (Double Zero)

The calm becomes cold
from the absolute cosmos
and in the dark vineyard
the future stops.

Between the night
twinkling stars shine
and the dancing moon
raises life.

The smoke of the cigarette
leaves my mouth
to open on the leaves
stained with its gray.

Between this distance
the stars go slowly
my swift thoughts
and you are not here.

I search the universe
for memories with your face
that penetrate me like
a crimson bull.

Everything is done in silence
sunsets are born in silence in the afternoons
and April clouds.

In silence, I sink
deeper my heart screams
my soul on its knees, its border

My life was fractured
the story is over
and there are no more reds
for this colorín

A poem that could be more youthful because of the analogies it uses. He mentions the cosmos and celestial objects to adorn the sadness that this author wants to reflect on within his interesting and beautiful work. This is one of the top sad poems.

Mouth Of Tears, They Call Me (Jaime Sabines)

The mouth of tears,
your black pupils call
me, they claim me. Your lips
without you kiss me.
How could you have
the same black look
with those eyes
that you now have!
you smiled What silence,
what a lack of party!
How I began to look for you
in your smile, head
of earth,
lips of sadness!
You don’t cry, you wouldn’t cry
even if you wanted to;
you have the dull face
of the blind.
You can laugh. I let you
laugh, even if you can’t

Another sad poem that refers to heartbreak. This one in particular is about the departure to another world of the person he loved. Therefore, he mentions that his eyes no longer have the same look as now.

I Know That Rats… (Margarita Laso)

I know that the rats will bite my heart
but this is a farewell
I laughed and I was a she-
wolf she –
wolf in the dovecote
she-wolf in the dovecote of your panting
swishes and foams sprinkled the dawn of
your panting sweats from the dovecote he in the she-wolf
between squawks and cracks
between lumpy cowhides she-
among pigeons in your panting
I say goodbye
to canine sorrow, you cover with glass
tongues and phalanges put out the fire
hoops and pores to the cooked dust
this pup burns under the bubbles
howls are called they invite the rats
they listen to their Chamisa skin that crackles
their nails that scrape the crystalline zeal
the sphere of the heat of its sheared leather
treats I know they will bite my pitiful heart
but I will not allow you to bite
this is a farewell

This is another of the sad poems that talk about separation and absence. Especially of the feelings of pain and suffering that this poet wants to reflect with her great particular style that she has great elegance.

To The Sad (Jorge Luis Borges)

There is what it was: the third sword
of the Saxon and its iron metric,
the seas and islands of the exile
of the son of Laertes, the golden
moon of the Persian and the endless gardens
of philosophy and history,
Sepulchral gold of memory
and in the shade the smell of jasmine.
And none of that matters. The resigned
exercise of the verse does not save you
neither the waters of sleep nor the star
that in the devastating night forgets the dawn.
A single woman is your care,
equal to the others, but what is she

Possibly one of the best writers of this genre in Spanish speaking. In addition to being one of the poets who demonstrate his passion through his paragraphs. And in this case, a very interesting ode to sadness.

Goodbye! (Alfonsina Storni)

Things that die never come back to life,
things that die never come back.
Glasses are broken and the glass that remains
is dust forever and forever will be!
When the buds fall from the branch
twice in succession they will not bloom…
The flowers cut off by the wicked wind
are exhausted forever, forever and ever!
The days that were, the lost days,
the inert days will no longer return!
How sad the hours that
shelled under the flap of loneliness!
How sad the shadows, the disastrous shadows,
the shadows created by our wickedness!
Oh, the things gone, the withered things,
the heavenly things that are leaving us like this!
Heart… silence!… Cover yourself with sores!…
-with infected sores- cover yourself with evil!…
May everyone who arrives die when they touch you,
a cursed heart that disturbs my eagerness!
Farewell, forever my sweets all!
Farewell, my joy full of goodness!
Oh, the dead things, the withered things,
the heavenly things that never come back!

In this sad poems case, the poet reflects on death, and as it is, it is totally permanent. To then relate to us with her beautiful prose on metaphors that allow us to explain all the feelings that we have before the departure of a loved one.

Rhyme XXX (Gustavo Adolfo Becquer)

A tear appeared in his eyes
and a phrase of forgiveness appeared on my lips…
Pride spoke and his tears dried up,
and the phrase on my lips expired.

I go one way, she another;
but thinking of our mutual love,
I still say: “Why was I silent that day?”
and she will say: “Why didn’t I cry?”

Another example of love and heartbreak is in the best-known sad poems in Spanish speech. Being this author one of the great teachers, he manages to mix all the pain with which one can identify, with his talent to express his words.

My Oppressed Heart (Federico García Lorca)

My oppressed heart
Feels next to the dawn
The pain of his loves
And the dream of the distance.
The light of the dawn carries
Seedbeds of nostalgia
And sadness without the eyes
Of the marrow of the soul.
The great tomb of the night
The black veil of it lifts
To hide with the day
The immense starry summit.

What will I do in these fields
Catching children and branches
Surrounded by the dawn
And full of the night the mistress!

What will I do if you have your eyes

Dead in the bright lights
And my flesh must not feel
The heat of your gaze!
Why did I lose you forever?
On that clear afternoon?
Today my chest is parched
like an extinguished star

It is sure is one of the best descriptions of the sadness, disappointment, pain, and melancholy that you feel when you have lost a love. Of course, with beautiful words that are capable of softening anyone.

And Look Into Each Other’s Eyes (Luis García Montero)

The winds have passed,
and looking each other in the eye is not easy.

To live in this city
is to step on a garden of scratches,
the infected presence of what no longer exists,
of what was a winter precinct
or shelter from the sun,
a theater from the rains and from acquaintances.

Going through the memory of the rooms
Is to provoke the fog of interrogation.
And they must not speak, but they cancel each other out
in a cloudy silence
that reveals the past of the peaceful shadows,
the hurtful glass through which order steps,
the bottles stored in empty messages.

Because he turned off the hours
with the forgetting switch
and the footsteps resound in the basement.
Imagine yourself, the room,
the keys in the door,
the heels crossing the corridor,
the dry zipper,
and the body that does not offer freedom,
but tiredness, too much heat,
predictable excuses.
This is how dreams arrive,
unfocused martyrs of a maniacal heart.

The laws of honor and life have passed,
the best words,
and looking into each other’s eyes is not easy

In this case, the poet can express his pain about loneliness and spending life in total misery for that very reason, through this beautiful poetry. Sadly, many could identify, even though they believe they are surrounded by people.

Silence (Octavio Paz)

Just as a note sprouts from the bottom of the music
That while it vibrates grows and thins
Until in other music it falls silent,
sprouts from the bottom of silence,
another silence, sharp tower, sword,
and rises and grows and suspends us and as it rises memories
, hopes,
the little lies and the big ones,
and we want to scream and in the throat
the scream fades: we
end up in silence
where silences fall silent

Although it is a somewhat complicated poem, you can understand its true meaning, which is quite bleak. In this way, the poet can express own pain that he carries within him, with a lot of creativity included.

Age (Anonymous)

I wish that time would not advance,
that it would not be me that he sees in the mirror,
that this old man’s melody will not end.

But time doesn’t stop,
in my mirror what I see is my face,
and sooner or later a melody ends

In this poem, you can see a great fear of growing old. And it is quite reasonable since everyone is terrified of losing their faculties and adopting a totally different image when they are older and time passes.

End Everything (Octavio Paz)

Give me, invisible flame, cold sword,
your persistent rage,
to end it all,
oh, dry world,
oh, bleeding world,
to end it all.
It burns, dark, it burns without flames,
extinguished and burning,
ash and living stone,
desert without shores.
It burns in the vast sky, flagstone, and cloud,
under the blind light that collapses
between sterile rocks.
It burns in the loneliness that undoes us,
land of burning stone,
of frozen and thirsty roots.
Burn, hidden fury,
maddening ash,
burn invisible, burn
like the impotent sea begets clouds,
waves like rancor and stony foam.
Between my delirious bones, it burns;
burns within the hollow air,
invisible and pure oven;
it burns as time burns,
as time walks between death,
with its own footsteps and its breath;
it burns like the loneliness that devours you,
it burns in yourself, burning without flame,
loneliness without image, thirst without lips.
To end it all,
oh, dry world,
to end it all

Unfortunately, this is another situation with which many people can identify. At some point, all the sadness and pain become so unbearable that it seems best to leave everything as the poem itself expresses.

Your Memory (Arturo Borja)

For me, your memory today is like a shadow
of the ghost that we gave the name of adored…
I was good to you. Your disdain does not surprise me,
because you do not owe me anything, nor do I blame you for anything.

I was good to you like a flower. One day
from the garden in which I only dreamed, you pulled me out;
I gave you all the perfume of my melancholy,
and like someone who did no wrong, you left me…

I don’t blame you for anything, or at most my sadness,
this enormous sadness that takes my life,
that makes me like a poor dying man who prays
to the Virgin asking her to heal his wound

More poems about a relationship that didn’t work out, and in this one, the poet retaliates with his words about having been a good person to the one who disdainfully left him. But still, he doesn’t hold a grudge against her, rather he is expected to heal on his own.

My Life (Anonymous)

Give me back my illusions,
my dreams and the life you took away,
leaving me dying,
empty, breathless,
plunged into sadness,
without hope,
in agony, in the final hour,
just give me back my life!

Sometimes, a situation like loneliness, or even the same person, seems to have been the thieves who have taken our lives to a dying void. And this poem defines this very well with its short words.

Farewell (Jorge Luis Borges)

Between my love and me,
three hundred nights will rise like three hundred walls
and the sea will be magic between us.
There will be nothing but memories.
Oh, worthwhile afternoons,
hopeful nights of looking at you,
fields on my way, firmament
that I am seeing and losing…
Final as a marble
your absence will sadden other afternoons

The last sad poems refer to a farewell, as previously seen. In this way, the author with a lot of literary passion offers his last goodbye to what caused him pain. This is another one of the top sad poems of all time.


All these sad poems reflect very well the feelings of sadness, those related to heartbreak, betrayal, and loneliness. That the authors represent very well through their melancholy words. Stay tuned to Basictricks for more information. We hope you liked our list of the 30 best sad poems.

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