Quotes about sorrowful, page 16
Ludovico
Readjust how I should have been feeling—
My state of mind and my way of being.
Show me happiness that is practical—
Refocus the lens that gives me seeing.
I do not care if it is natural
To manipulate my more rational
State to form a dream-like reality
And cloister it where it is tangible.
Apply those abstract ideals inside me—
Remove the traces that form tragedy.
Install the perfect passage of belief—
Instill the compass points of alacrity.
Chew through the sorrowful aperitif
Of my lifestyle, eat through the crumbs of grief.
Eliminate the recurring motifs
That color my unhurried relief.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Comfort
Comfort the sorrowful with watchful eyes
In silence, for the tongue cannot avail.
Vex not his wounds with rhetoric, nor the stale
Worn truths, that are but maddening mockeries
To him whose grief outmasters all replies.
Only watch near him gently; do but bring
The piteous help of silent ministering.
Watchful and tender. This alone is wise.
So shall thy presence and thine every motion,
The grateful knowledge of thy sad devotion
Melt out the passionate hardness of his grief,
And break the flood-gates of thy pent-up soul.
He shall bow down beneath thy mute control,
And take thine hands, and weep, and find relief.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Philomel
At times a nightingale or swallow
visited me
singing sweetly
and with all the reckoning
that I did posses,
I tried to catch the words of it
and sorrowful was that gentle ode
telling about lovely Philomel
who did disappear
and how once she was young and beautiful,
so full of life, until her brother in law Tereus,
did his dirty deed
and then silenced her with a knife
and in the visiting bird there was something,
something lovely and sweet
while at times it pecked insects at my feet
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poem by Gert Strydom
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A Wanderer's Imprisonment
A painful rhythm of a songbird's timbre
after a somatic somersaults in the nimbus.
The nocturne dragged me to her haunted nest.
I was trapped by her tricky sorrowful voice
and she has tighten me to the twigs
and it will never loosen.
She leaves early in the morning with the flock
and return by twilight to the roost.
I was a prisoner in her shady nest
and my wanderlust almost swept.
All my feathers she had plucked
and allotted a soft pillow to sleep
without any nightmares.
Oh! I am just a fresher in her night university
with all the fundamentals.
To the dainty migratory swallows where they hide in the cloudburst.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sonet VI
As in the hostel by the bridge I sate,
Nailed with indifference fondly deemed complete,
And (O strange chance, more sorrowful than sweet)
The counterfeit of her that was my fate,
Dressed in like vesture, graceful and sedate,
Went quietly up the vacant village street,
The still small sound of her most dainty feet
Shook, like a trumpet blast, my soul's estate.
Instant revolt ran riot through my brain,
And all night long, thereafter, hour by hour,
The pageant of dead love before my eyes
Went proudly; and old hopes, broke loose again
From the restraint of wisely temperate power,
With ineffectual ardour sought to rise.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Simple Trust
Still, still, without ceasing,
I feel it increasing,
This fervour of holy desire;
And often exclaim,
Let me die in the flame
Of a love that can never expire!
Had I words to explain
What she must sustain
Who dies to the world and its ways;
How joy and affright,
Distress and delight,
Alternately chequer her days:
Thou, sweetly severe!
I would make thee appear,
In all thou art pleased to award.
Not more in the sweet
Than the bitter I meet
My tender and merciful Lord.
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poem by William Cowper
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zz 093 My mentor does not often visit earth
My mentor does not often visit earth.
True beauty brought him. He said it is a blaze,
though not of fop or fashion. And that praise
will nourish it but cannot lend it worth.
And is she sad? “Yes, she is, and more
her light is solemn, not sorrowful or grim,
as if out o’er a wild and choppy brim
the steadfast gaze of motherhood offshore.”
“Some lovers are afraid, some sense disdain
from what all worship and are surprised to find.”
Is she forbidding? “Not seldom in her mind
they build a price that only slaves attain.”
But? “Otherwise her beauty may be joyous,
given, mated, none is victorious.”
poem by Edward Wright Haile
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When I fear I may be losing you
When I fear I may be losing you
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When I fear I may be losing you
A dull pain strikes my heart
I become inconsolable to all thought
I mourn myself a terrible loss
What is this I ask myself
This thought which brings such misery
Which saddens me in such a way
That all beauty becomes forgotten
You have become the world
All that lays within it, my love
In fearing I may be losing you
I ache a sorrowful loneliness
I count the hours between each kiss
Each longing look into your eyes
I pray that I count not too much
For the numberless agonies
Are the distance between us
When I fear I may be losing you
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poem by Matthew Holloway
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Snow
Snows! Snows!
Far from me.
Snows! Snows!
Around me.
Now...she, 'A Snow'
Deep in my soul.
Like a thorn in the shoe
That snow makes me fool
By giving dreams poisonous
Beset with long kisses.
Highest degree
More than to be crazy
Be looked into and asked about
With a hopeful doubt.
Sure, it is!
New corner within heart,
Love! ! !
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poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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If One Finemorning
If one fine morning,
When the darkness will,
Be with in union with,
The days, first light-
I want to leave this world,
Stealthily, beyond this
Sorrowful path........
Where every soul suffers,
Even me, who have a wonderful,
Nest of my own, home and hearth,
Cozy life, affection and love,
Feel for the have not but,
Can't fulfill their want,
Sorry to live, for this
Failure of my tasks,
Their blank eyes, their
Walks on the unknown goal,
Make me think, but, no
Ways to solve this riddle.
I hear their silent cry....
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poem by Nilakshi Das
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