Short poems about sadness in the soul

I no longer enjoy the sun, And at night I hardly sleep, I don’t smile, I don’t dream, I only love loneliness.

Every day I try again to break Melancholy’s embrace, So that I can learn to live happily: Love, laugh and dream!

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They don’t understand me, I live in my own world, I will sit alone in my apartment. I will lock both my door and my soul, Hiding the pain behind a cheerful, good-natured mask. Everyone in the world will think that I am always like this, But the reality is reckless, Because I am completely different.

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Despair cannot return losses. From now on it will be this way and not otherwise. And we have to live somehow. Here and now. Among the silently deafening crying...

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You know, sometimes I'm so sad, And I don't even sleep at night, My soul is too empty, I'm sad, sad, and sad. The same songs on repeat, I'm crying, I'm so lonely, My soul is filled with my blood, And I'm of no use.

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You, pain, don’t let me go, And you tear my soul into shreds, It’s as if I don’t have enough air, And my heart is torn like a bird from my chest.

But there will be a day when my soul will thaw, I will leave everything bad behind, Well, now I walk quietly, And I whisper to the Angel: help me...

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When there is sadness in your soul, when you are sad, Pain smothers your heart in a growing lump - Be silent!.. After all, you can’t explain everything to everyone... Especially to those who don’t understand at all...

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Don't be sad if it doesn't work out, If you're unlucky in some way. Life doesn’t end there yet, so it was a foregone conclusion.

This means that the stars have not yet met, and your luck is on the way. Be patient, dear friend, and wait for her a little.

The wait will totally pay off. And a White angel from a bright street will knock on your door. You'll see, just believe!

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I love you - sadness admitted, I will live with you for now. Are you in doubt? And let, Believe me, you need a friend. I won’t take up much space, I won’t bore you with chatter, In the evenings we’ll light a candle, And we’ll be sad together with you. About what? About the fact that everything has passed, And we didn’t have time to look back, That the snow and rain are knocking on the window, And the snowstorms are licking the street...

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You know, sometimes it hurts so much in your soul, And you can’t scream at all anymore, You really want to be happy forever, And this happiness remains too...

I so want to be next to you, But alas, villainous fate will dot everything for you and me, so much so that we no longer have the strength to live...

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And in happiness, alas, there are mistakes and sadness knits a dull blanket. The gates of separation are wide open, And the heart is freezing, there is no faith.

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Quiet, dark, dreary. Everything seems to be fine. It’s as if my heart forgot. What I haven't loved for a long time. Only in the endless winter, On dark evenings. Somehow especially thoughtlessly, the eyes look out of the mirror. The shoulders are sadly slumped. Quiet dusty garden. Meetings are a thing of the past. Nothing will come back.

Poems about sadness

I will dispel your sadness, I will collect a bouquet of flowers, I will try, as best I can, to write a few words, About the early blue dawn, About the spring nightingale, I will dispel your sadness, But it is not clear to me - Why, staying at home, Will my heart ache with pain? From the wall to the threshold The path is broken by anxiety... And the bouquet of flowers will wither - There are no flowers in the house... I will dispel your sadness - Will you become happy?

Turbine Nika

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Sadness is like sadness, always sad. Quiet, beautiful, like autumn time. Is in a wonderful expectation, Love and affection, as if full.

Grigorievna

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My sadness, where are you from? - from nowhere, from a couple of notes, from semi-darkness, from the amplitude of swing-thoughts from dreams to regrets, and, oddly enough, even from pandemonium. My sadness is a pastel color, my joy, My refuge for an hour, where I don’t need any consolation, no tears, no justification, My quiet home in the middle of the universe.

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Inexpressible sadness Two huge eyes opened, a flower vase woke up and spilled out its crystal. The whole room is filled with languor - sweet medicine! Such a small kingdom has consumed so much sleep. A little red wine, A little sunny May - And, breaking a thin biscuit, Whiteness of the thinnest fingers.

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Osip Mandelstam

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My sadness, my love After all, I still love you. I can live without you, But without you, I don’t want to...

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Blown by the winds, washed by the dew, Faithful friend, my sadness, sadness, Well, you, dirty girl, unwashed woman, Caressed the heart and pierced the steel.

It has grown, it has dried up, you can’t forget it, you can’t throw it off, But there’s no strength or words to drag you. Well, you don’t ask, but you keep groping around during the day among sad songs, at night among dreams.

It’s obvious that I can’t get rid of this burden; it’s clear that you seriously love me. Only death bypasses, and during life it is sickening to drink an autumn tear among dead roses.

I fed you to the full, made you drunk, let you go in joy for a day, or for an hour, and I will return in the evening, I will embrace the bitter, causeless autumn, like the last time.

And the melancholy believed, and the sadness retreated, And I woke up in the morning as if I was born again. I opened all the doors and called guests, Yes, among the uninvited I met love.

And in the evening the rain reminded me of the old thing: Quiet in the house, empty, just you and me. You will go to the window and cry joyfully. I confess with bitterness that I love you.

Terenty Travnik

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Soldiers do not know how to cry, They keep sadness within themselves. And the tears just appear Cold sweat on your back.

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Sadness walks and wanders around the world, Not a sister, not a wife, not a bride: I feel sorry for her, the good-for-nothing, - She still can’t find a place for herself.

Today she came to me And it torments and disturbs my soul, As if the order of life has been disrupted And it has become darker outside the windows.

I tell her: “I’m exhausted, what are you, poor thing, doing to us?” “Don’t be sad,” he insists, “I am only a memory of those who have gone to other lands.”

Khalupovich Vadim

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There is some connection between love and sadness. Those who are well-fed and lucky do not like to feel sorry... And those people who themselves have suffered in life are somehow more often able to warm you with love.

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Poets follow sadness, And life follows separation. Your line will stroke me on the shoulders with the hand of a friend.

And loneliness will come in Acceptable, not inconsolable, It will, as if in an amusing regiment, walk with me through the city.

Don't talk in the evenings About something non-essential - Let us brag about our comrades From the bustle of the solitary.

None of us is Karamzin - Was he, was it - Ponds and girls nearby And supportive poets.

Shpalikov Gennady

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Sadness knocks on the window, on the door, persistently and too loudly, but I have managed to wean myself from it and will not let in the uninvited guest. I will stand... You just have to believe.

Bobyleva Galina

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I know: this sadness will pass someday, As everything passes in this perishable world... Today I don’t want to look for the essence of life In the collapse of bitter feelings frozen.

Today I want to be sincere with myself, So that tomorrow the joy of life will return, Today I want to wash away my sadness with a tear, And not consider that tears are weakness.

Today I want to cry from the bottom of my heart, After all, all childhood dreams are crumbling, You can’t get love “forever” from emptiness, Love is work, not naive confessions.

Partala Olga

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Your fingers smell of incense, And sadness sleeps in your eyelashes. We don’t need anything now, we don’t feel sorry for anyone now.

And when, as the Spring Messenger, you go to the blue land, the Lord Himself will lead you along the white stairs to the bright paradise.

The gray-haired deacon whispers quietly, bows after the bow, and sweeps away the age-old dust from the icons with his sparse beard.

Your fingers smell of incense, And sadness sleeps in your eyelashes. We don’t need anything now, we don’t feel sorry for anyone now.

Alexander Vertinsky

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Every person has his own grievances - Time passes and he forgets, And my sadness is like eternal snow - It does not melt, does not melt.

It does not melt even in the summer In the midday heat, - And I know: I must carry this sadness and melancholy with me throughout this Age.

Vladimir Vysotsky

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In the quiet ponds of sadness, Scaring only the reeds, Two lonely souls swam in the morning. But at noon, when the moisture froze, And the forests were darkened with alarm, And the dew of the first visions disappeared in the midday sky, One of them, greedily diving, Touched the flat bottom, And the other waited a long time, Confused by the circles of water.

Ilya Erenburg

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I haven’t known sadness for a long time, And I haven’t shed tears for a long time. I don't help anyone, and I don't love anyone.

If you love people, you yourself will be in grief. You can't console everyone anyway. Isn't the world a bottomless sea? I forgot about the world a long time ago.

I look at sadness with a smile, I keep myself from complaining. I lived my life in mistakes, but without loving a person.

But I don’t know sadness, I haven’t shed my tears for a long time. I don't help anyone, and I don't love anyone.

Zinaida Gippius

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Apparently, from board to board I leafed through the dictionary of melancholy, I knew all the words inside out, and now I’ve come up with the essence: Sorrow really scratches, Sadness bakes, Sadness gnaws, Trouble hits with a backhand, Torment stirs, and the torment twists.

Valentin Berestov

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What a strange sadness, Almost takes me by the hands, Leads me somewhere into the distance. Probably to the sweetheart for bail!

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My sadness is still nearby wandering piteously behind me like the shadow of an abandoned wolf, the smell of a stingy tear.

Sometimes he tries to snap back and even bite deeper. I'll let her lick her lips, tightening the muzzle tighter!

I will say goodbye to her forever, and I don’t feel sorry for her at all. I say sincerely: I don’t need sadness!

Let her wander alone, I will starve her to death. And I won’t be sad anymore! I love joy now!

Miloradova Rina

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I left my love, It withered like a flower. I didn’t find happiness in her, She became sadness...

Terekhin Igor

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A large city stands on the cold ground. The lights are on and the cars are honking. And above the city there is night, and above the night the moon, And today the moon is red with a drop of blood.

The house is standing, the lights are on, the distance is visible from the window. So where does sadness come from? And, it seems, he’s alive and well, And, it seems, it’s not hard to live. So where does sadness come from?

And all around there is grace - you can’t see a damn thing, And all around there is beauty - you can’t see a damn thing. And everyone shouts: “Hurray!” And everyone runs forward, And a new day rises above all this.

Victor Tsoi

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When sadness suddenly attacks from around the corner and, like a yard punk, puts a sharpener to his throat, I take out my smile and nod affably to it, I’ll hit you dashingly under the mikitki - And let him know me for a long time!

Melentyeva Motya

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How expressive is sadness, In the disturbing dreams of trembling streets... We plunged into this cold, Inhaling the crystal air.

We are still sad, but the holiday is coming, A new, bright year will come... Let hope not die in it, And let there be... many, different days.

The blizzard will make your heart ache, The circle will close again... in the spring, We will enjoy the beauty... And happiness will heal the soul!

Shura Little

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There is a big city on the cold ground. The lights are on and the cars are humming. And above the city there is night. And above the night there is the moon. And today the moon is red like a drop of blood. The house is standing. The light is on. From the window you can see the distance. So where did the sadness come from? And it seems like he’s alive and well And it seems like he doesn’t have to worry about living. So where did the sadness come from? And all around - there is not a damn sight of grace And all around - there is not a damn sight of beauty And everyone shouts “Hurray!” And everyone runs forward And above all this a new day rises The house is standing The light is on From the window you can see the distance So where did the sadness come from? And it seems like he’s alive and well And it seems like he doesn’t have to worry about living. So where did the sadness come from?

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When I once had a chance to drink the deep cup of sadness, I was able to quickly forget the smiles of my enemies, but I remember my friends. that they were silent.

Romanova-Zhukovets Lidiya

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Autumn rocks my golden sadness... It dresses the earth in crimson... and I'm sad... Tousling my hair, the wind laughs after me... My soul yearns... you're not around... I wander through the falling leaves with loneliness... I believe in fairy tales... and I'm waiting for you all the time... The night kisses the tears on my eyelashes... And runs away, leaving my dreams, away... Drops of rain fell into my palm... And in the whole world I am alone... and on the edge... Autumn rocks my golden sadness... And I still remember you... and I keep looking for you...

Volenberg Galina

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There are such moments - Ribbons are cut Into the kingdom of sadness and sadness... The pain will not let go of itself Before it squeezes out all the juices... Only we are not alone! There are close people with us - They will not reproach, they will not judge, They will extend a hand of support, At the same time they will not break into the soul rudely, without knocking. The sweetest faces, the kindest hands will save you from sadness and boredom...

Zabavina Arina

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Sadness is bright, but thoughts are bitter, When a person leaves. And after drinking a shot of bitter vodka, you will sigh: “How short your life is.”

At least fifty, at least ninety... Well, what time is that? Just one moment. Life is short, and it’s not easy to admit that you’re already an old man.

While the soul is alive, melodious, and the heart beats joyfully, Life flows juicy, sonorously, and protects from evil and sorrow.

We will drink in silence to the loss of Friends whose star shines. Let's remember the names and dates of those who have gone into eternity, into nowhere...

Lavrova Tatyana

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Let me hug you and take away your fatigue, I’ll give you a piece of warmth and awaken you to life. I’ll wipe away the tears and drive away the sorrows, Let me hug you, let me hug you!

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There are days when the soul is empty: There are no thoughts, no feelings, the lips are silent, Equally sadness and joy are hateful, And there is laziness in the body, and there is no strength to move. You look in vain for something to occupy your mind, It’s disgusting to see, to hear, to understand, And only the boredom presses endlessly, And it seems that living is such a torment! Where to run? How can I relieve my chest? You're waiting for the night - go to bed! hurry up and get bored! And it’s good that everything became silent... But sleep is not coming, and the darkness is boring!

Ogarev Nikolay

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Running, running, sadness runs, You didn’t leave... I’m very sorry, You couldn’t quickly burn the bridges, You only said “forgive” quietly to me... Don’t hold a grudge against me, I couldn’t love you, Maybe you can forget everything, Forget your worries and dreams, You are not on the same path with me...” Your words will kill love, And the pain in the soul and the beating of the heart. And I can’t get these days back. God will show me the right path, And I’ll never live again You won’t be tormented by myself And this pain - I can handle it, Only it’s getting more and more painful...

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Sadness sat by the fire of fate And warmed itself from the fire of farewells... Dreams burned in that fire... The ashes of all memories were blown in the wind... Naked love came to bask, Sadness said: - Go away... She so wanted to cry, There is no place at the fire of love's fate. Melancholy, madness and jealousy Came to the fire, the last to collect firewood-dreams, Sat down on the bench-eternity, Pouring into glasses the dreams that had not been dreamed... Naked love in the dark Under the eternal cold, quietly froze And before her death she wrote on a sheet that fell right into her hands: - I have never betrayed anyone...

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What sleepy sadness has fallen on my shoulders today, As if a thin veil has covered the world, and the candles are going out.

And at once there will be many clear days, A name will light up the darkness for me. You were tender and mine and incredibly beautiful.

AleksTulbu

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I will hang sadness on a hanger, And shut the doors to my soul. I will break worries like crystal, Let happiness reign in the heart. The sadness melts in my eyes, And the pulse slyly draws turns. The soul dances in pink dreams, And whirls happiness around like a daring hurricane. And my little devil, sitting on my shoulder, became drunk with happiness, drowning in it. You correct what is accumulating in your soul, Draw your image without noticing the pain.

Grigorieva Tatyana

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Ailments of the heart are treated with poetry, the poetry of rain and balsam. Poems sound - and that means the pain subsides, And you meet life joyfully and peacefully.

Ailments of the heart are cured at feasts, where the guests are nightingales and waxwings. And the stars will cling to the window frame, When you sleep alone in your bed.

Ailments of the heart are cured with sadness. Sadness as bright as dew in the palm of your hand. This is how wings grow behind your shoulders and every misfortune drowns in oblivion.

Pervukhina Nadezhda

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Sadness and joy are tied by one thread in any earthly fate. In the morning they cry, in the evening they sing. Either they persecute the beggars or they give them food. Good luck has come to you - don’t be timid, Be at least for a moment happier than all people. And if grief has come to your home, then humble yourself and believe in happy years. No matter how bitter your fate is, Hope will not leave you either. Today you are forgotten and alone, And tomorrow you are king and god to all living. Let the Path meander mysteriously, cunningly: Live, love, suffer, do good!

Pervukhina Nadezhda

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My sadness always lives in me, Your sadness flies like a bird: For a brief moment only it will darken the midday sky of your soul. My sadness looks into the gray abyss of water from a lonely cliff, like a cypress; and the morning star will not shine, And not a blade of grass will rise nearby. But my lonely spirit forever rushes after yours, like night following day, And the deserted and distant horizon illuminates me with your flying light. You are a ray, I am darkness, and the matter is hopeless: We cannot be apart, and together it is impossible.

Alfred Tennyson

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Mother-of-pearl sadness Will burn out completely this evening Maybe sad. Or maybe it's a pity. For some this is good news. And the gray fog will dissipate, revealing deep ravines. This night is just a beautiful deception. You and I are distant strangers. This night the diaries will burn, And everything that was written will be forgotten. I will listen to the whisper of the river. You just need to collect your thoughts. There is no more this stupid star, That shined giving salvation. Only night. Only the sky and you. And the eyes are unusually spring-like.

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My sadness - a woman with thin fingers Comes uninvited to cold tea, And black birds fly like sick wanderers from her fatal shoulder. And the sky is still the same: long, gray, Everything crumbles into something like snow, And one day it will probably become that blanket in which a tired person will fall asleep. My sadness... Light? Bitter? Idle? With the lips of separation, with the eyes of love, Why do you come, how are we connected? My sadness is the color of a frosty dawn... You sleep in your arms, my dear girl, Everything is fine here, you can’t hear the alarm bell here, And what is this pain? Only a fragile twig, Only food from a fire burning in the heart.

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Lonely sadness in the wind Proud wanders in tears and melancholy. I will erase a tear of that sadness, I will drown it in a deep river.

Don’t hit me, sadness, in my soul, Don’t cut my heart with a knife, I don’t feel any pain today, So let’s talk about the past.

About the fact that both you and I were lonely, That both you and I drank bitter tears, That we wandered through fate, both you and I, About the fact that you are my sad fate.

You and I, my sadness, are two sisters. Do you remember how we loved life and spring, Burned bridges and lit bonfires. Don't leave me alone today.

So where are you, sadness, running away in the wind all in tears and melancholy?! Give me a tear, little sister, I’ll wipe it away and let’s go with you to the deep river.

Let's drown our bitter tears at the bottom of the river, Let's hold hands, lonely ones, Let's go wander through fate, both you and I And you will always be with me, my sadness

Mauser Svetlana

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I would like to have a heart-to-heart talk with someone, I would like to find a friend who wants to listen and tell me about the sadness that is almost like a whale floating in my soul. Find out his secrets and dreams, See the sparkle of this interest And the bright light that, like a lantern in the night, Burns the dawns on its way. So as not to suffocate in the darkness, in your tears and cries about the essential. I really want to read everything about myself in the mouths of people who know how to listen.

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Soothe my sorrows, soothe the cranes in the blue sky. I used to dream about tits at night, like the laurels of champions for strongmen...

But one sad crane flew, Crying with wings like Ravel's notes. What should I do - the whole earth is crying, What should I do, how can I find a crane?

Oh, crane, you are my slender one, just wait... I’ll cover you from the rain on my chest. If you want, I will forget my song, Do you want me to sing a crane song?!

Soothe my sorrows, soothe the cranes in the blue sky. Only the crane is pulled there, to the south, To hold it, my hands are not enough...

And the crane flies without slowing down, What a day, what a year... He flies and is heard in the distance: “Assuage my sorrows, assuage!”

Oh, crane, you are my slender one, just wait... I’ll cover you from the rain on my chest. If you want, I will forget my song, Do you want me to sing a crane song?!

Garanin Efim

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This is love: not seeing each other, not enjoying a long kiss... Love is like this: it often doesn’t indulge, neither sadness nor laugh to its heart’s content...

Such is the sadness: there is no end in sight to the madness of my love and passion... My sadness: from joy to misfortune, - Am I going to meet... or am I running away?..

This is fate: not without a flaw, Not a standard, and not even similar... This is fate: it is impossible to rule, This is the world: nothing is perfect...

This is my cry: with a smile and without tears, the rebellious soul laughs bitterly. A funny song in sad lines, “I’m running from the stars towards new stars...

Larionov Igor

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And the gray sea sways all night, and nothing happens around. It doesn’t happen... The water is salty, And on the locator Melancholy is green. And quietly in the cockpit the guitar tinkles. Ah, on our voyages all sorts of things happened. Anything has happened, sometimes good, but only in memory overgrown with grass. And silent throughout the navigation, other people's girls hang on the walkie-talkie. Hanging on the walkie-talkie - One in a swimsuit, And three under an umbrella Standing under palm trees. And the gray sea sways all night, So love is gone - It doesn’t return. Not coming back... The weather is getting worse. And no one will remember Your sadness.

Yuri Vizbor

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I am all broken and all in sadness, My soul is full of you. I don’t know where to go, It’s like I’m not alive at all.

You are distant and inaccessible, You are so laid down and heavy, You are so terribly innocent and unbearably good!

Filling my heart with love I go to you as if in delirium. Again you are driving me away. I don’t understand what to do next...

I will be strong and stubborn Let them say that I’m an ass, I don’t know better than a woman I’m filled with you alone...

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I was awakened by sadness, and quietly calling my name, she whispered: “Meet... I will be with you from now on. I will follow the trail - always and invisibly nearby. I'll be in your eyes - forgive me! - look at him with a tender gaze... At night, when you are sleepless and your heart is tormented by separation, - I am faithful to you even to separation, I will lull your pain. And sometimes in the early morning the howl of a rebellious blizzard; I will become your sister, I will become your friend. I will cherish your dreams about the days that are irrevocably past, and the memory of seemingly meetings that deceived you with love! And keeping all your secrets, I will die and rise again; and you won’t drive me away until I disappear myself.”

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One night, when sadness comes, I will drink tea so as not to be bored, I will look at old photos and cry quietly so as not to scream...

One night I’ll write to people, There’s still a connecting thread left... And I’ll tell them how sad I am sometimes, And how sometimes I wanted to call...

One night my heart will be sad, And I will understand that time is like a river, Where there was a stream, now the sand crunches. The water quickly flows into the shores...

One night I’ll remember the past, Was there happiness - where, when and with whom? But time just flows like a stream and, like a stream, it gets lost in the sand.

One night, not finding the answer to life’s most important question, I will go to sleep, but my “yes” and “no” will remain forever between the stars...

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Sadness and pain in my heart - Sasha Cherny
Afterword (No, I didn’t cause you sadness) - Boris...
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When will Sadness come with Despair in alliance - Alexander Gitovich
Isn’t that why I fused sadness - Olga Berggolts
Sadness - Theodore Roethke
The heart gives birth to both joy and sadness in songs - Fyodor Sologub
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Sad poems about love

Something in my soul is unsettling, There is complete grayness in the window. Carefully closing the curtain... Shadows slide along the wall. There is neither the desire nor the will of Sadness to break the trap. Even though there is no stronger pain to remember our love.

My sadness knows no bounds, Passions quickly subsided. Something tender sang again, with brilliance!.. But in the chest it is not sung sweetly today. My heart aches from secret thoughts. Even the riddle won’t tell you what will happen tomorrow... Suddenly I’ll walk with them, or maybe together we’ll run along the edge of sleep. Only light. And it didn’t get dark... Beauty!.. But it’s so sad...

Compassion is such a necessary reason. It is the period in which miracles happen: And rigidity, and anxiety, and sorrows Create good out of evil, like never before. But why is it so hard as before, When everything around was breathing melancholy, Without renewal, without passion, without play... Is this really an evil lesson, a refuge for my melancholy?

Unrequited love in this world There is no worthy justification. But she will be born again in the dust, As a source of misfortune and trouble. There is no reviving power in tears, There is no omnipotence in languid melancholy. Only with reciprocal love did That which was pounding with pain in the temple come to life.

Sometimes the rain will teach us to be sad. It’s better to let the sadness go away with the fog. Everyone will still get theirs. And don’t regret it at all. If the sun is suddenly not happy either, Then we need to remember something simple: If we once smiled, It means that we will experience sadness again.

A sad look like a bottomless sea, Like hope for better days. We will overcome sorrow and grief And we will light fires from the sun. No, we don’t need a reason to be sad, We need to believe in success and love. But sometimes a feeling will take over us, That our call does not require at all.

Sit by the stove, warm yourself by the fire And think about the past, about the past... Everything burned down... Fatigue of thought Haunts me both day and night. But I won’t be able to get up tomorrow, Today the day will pass in sadness, Doubt will leave the thought in the night... But the dream has already passed... Morning is coming soon.

Everything outside the window has calmed down, fallen asleep, But the silence will not let me fall asleep. The window shed a little rain, But spring is again deprived of love. Sadness hurts the soul at first, But over the years it gets stronger. The necklace of sadness of our meetings crushes the memory more and more painfully.

I flip through the album and still wait for an answer, As if the world will immediately become different, That photos from the past give greetings, Dispel melancholy and give peace. Is everything in life going to be like this forever? In separation, love remains a slave. Will love really not wake me up? I'm leafing through an old album, leafing through it.

No matter how sad it is, No matter how different it is, Life will not become the same, Life will not become without troubles. Life will not lull you to sleep again, Calm you down in the night; There is no one else to give a minute, saying “Sorry!” There is no one else to confess to the feelings that are in the soul; There is no one else to keep up with freedom in the dark. Life no longer glorifies the body, The mind has also gone out, Here it is - a bad thing - Leaves only a groan.

It got dark inside like a snowball. So much pain and tears from love. Never strive for sadness - to lose at least a piece of your soul. Darkness and illness know more about me than you or the sky, What looks at me and you Every day, every hour, every evening...

The heart was deceived by choosing you. There is no escape, From now on, from the fire. Why do you send me so often, And say “I love you”, But I know it’s in vain You’re talking nonsense. You want to offend me, And, having taken possession of my heart, You want to close my eyes quickly. But I endure and steadfastly I go to your fire: After all, only here so briskly I forget the pain. What do you do to me boldly, Looking into my eyes: But I love, and blindly I go forward, to where destruction awaits me, Where fire awaits me, Which is so close that there is no turning back. And let me burn, My last thought about you will be Only about you, my...

My heart is fading from my love: I can’t escape from longing. How did this happen, How could they forget, That you can’t love so much for a single moment. And now I suffer: Having made a mistake once, But now I know How to love you.

I can’t hide from the pain, I can’t drive away the sadness from my face, I can’t hold back my tears anymore, - We have lost ourselves. Without thinking, We covered each other with evil rain: We forgot all the good things, We kicked our feelings. And now we walk around the world alone, day after day. We are alone, and we believe that somewhere Someone is happy without us.

The snow keeps falling, falling, falling... Everything is filled with white sadness. I keep waiting and hoping, but is it necessary? The file of our love is closed. I catch the snowflake carefully, It became a drop at the same moment. And everything is also alarming in your heart, Your face is clouded in your heart

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Despair cannot return losses. From now on it will be this way and not otherwise. And we have to live somehow. Here and now. Among the silently deafening crying...

******* Adapt to living without love It’s unlikely that anyone can help me. Every day I live without you has turned into a polar night...

******* I catch every gesture, every glance, There is no number of useless attempts. They want to hide this twilight My weakness for beautiful mistakes. The notes are torn, the violin is on fire. I don't know myself anymore. I offered you the whole world, and today I’m taking it away.

******* He left, she was silent, And she wanted to scream, “Wait! Let's start over, Let's try to start...” But still she didn’t scream, He left, she was silent.

He turned around on the threshold, carrying his determination, wanted to shout to her: “For God’s sake, bring me back, forgive me!!!”

He didn’t shout, didn’t come up, She was silent... he left...

******* It's over

That's how it ended sadly, And we were waiting for a different ending. But our happiness did not work out and we will not walk down the aisle. I won’t forget our meetings, but is it possible to forget everything? I loved you with such love that I couldn’t stop loving you right away.

Why, why, oh God! What sins did you commit? I am deprived of the right to be with you, And I only write poetry for you. I am writing poetry - a letter to my beloved. But the answer will not come to me. Days pass in shadows. You won’t come - she said: “No!”

And I naively remember those days when she was with me, When she still loved me, When she was still waiting for me. Your eyes, eyelashes, lips, And laughter, your ringing sweet laughter... I definitely won’t forget him, How he sometimes amused everyone.

And our summer! Do you remember summer? Then we were left alone, We were all alone somewhere. What about our nights? - These are dreams. It’s hard to imagine yourself with someone else, it’s even more difficult to imagine you with someone else. And I cry like I'm a child. Sorry, I need to be stronger.

At that hour when we parted with you, it was as if I had no longer lived. And only then did I remember exactly how much I loved you!!! I know that life is such a thing, Everything passes in a year, And the pain will subside, it will only subside, But it will not disappear forever.

I wish you to be happy, I’ll just say quietly after: “I don’t live, I don’t exist, When you’re not with me!!!”

******* Asked me to wait

You spoke so much then, and I asked you to be silent. I asked you to wait a little, I asked you to just wait!

And you wanted words of justification, And then the hour of oblivion struck... It surpassed all expectations, And then you asked me:

“Tell me why this happened? Why are we fighting again? You know, everything just disappeared, and I asked you to just wait...

******* Abandoned

I looked into your eyes, strangers for some reason, with longing and pleading. I wanted to delay parting with you at least for an hour, at least for a minute.

She swallowed her tears, smiled quietly, Whispering cherished words to you. I tried not to pay attention to the fact that you were barely listening to them.

She stretched out her hands, smiling tenderly, And thirsted with all her heart and soul. For you I was a saint and a sinner, But I became indifferent and a stranger.

And she cried. Laughed, stripped, Deprived of hope and fire. With the rays of a belated dawn, my love left me.

Oh, dear God, how cruel! Not a word, not a note, not a trace... I am again infinitely alone. Today, tomorrow... Once and for all.

******* Without you it will be difficult for me

Without you it will be difficult for me, But with you it will be even more difficult, They will rush, they will last Hundreds of years and hundreds of days... Maybe we will meet again, Like once in the yard, But you will see someone else, And everything will be like in a dream... Maybe , feelings will return to us, A new love will break out, But as soon as you look back, And it will disappear again. Maybe the rain will come unexpectedly, In memory of past love, Like a long-awaited guest, Not friends and not enemies...

******* Gone

Gone. The sky descended below. Clouds settled on the roofs. And now you can no longer hear your steps from afar. Gone. The fog hung wearily on the telegraph wires. Gone. And I didn’t know yet that they would leave like this forever...

******* Defeated

Defeated. And, having broken my wings, I drop my weapon at your feet. I bow my head not out of humility, but out of tiredness from my severe wounds.

But my spirit is not captured by You. The tears are frozen in my eyes, Not because I’m crying out of resentment, But because the sun is blinding them.

And further know, my heartless genius, You will not make a slave out of me. I only fell to my knees because I was dying, and not because of a prayer...

And I will never reveal to you the secret that was given to me alone: I will become cold in soul towards you Only because it will fly out...

******* Without you

It hurts me to the point of cramps, it hurts me to the point of trembling, I feel your absence with my skin. Your silence is deafening to the point of pain. And life without you is not worth a penny. Empty sunsets. Empty dawns. Why do I need them if you are somewhere again?.. Someone else's eyes. Voices on the phone. The whole world without you is black and white and huge. Other people's questions. Other people's answers. ... And you are again with someone... and you are somewhere again...

Again, it seems to me, I am falling into eternity. And again I will experience infinity without you!

******* When love dies...

When love dies, Doctors don’t crowd the room, Anyone has long understood - You can’t forcefully throw Into an embrace...

You can't force your heart to light. Don't blame anyone for anything. Every word here is like a knife that cuts the threads between souls.

Every quarrel here is like a battle. Here all truces are instantaneous... When love dies, It’s even colder in the Universe...

******* Alive...

We buried our love, put a cross on the grave. “Thank God,” they both said. As soon as love rose from the grave, they nodded to us reproachfully: “What have you done?” I am alive…

******* Showing off in front of the crooked mirror, Blind I stood in a white dress, And with the silent voice of my soul I whispered Words of love so timidly. Gasping for air with my mouth covered with a gag, I caught the sound of silence with my hands, But you, not heeding my beautiful vows, Clutching the gag tighter, said: “Breathe!” I fell like a seagull into the sky, suffocated by cruel love, leaving behind me forever the credo: “I was and will be lonely in the crowd!”...

******* Before the altar

Have any of you looked through the snow-white veil? And spoke before the altar, like an oath out loud: “Yes, I love”? Has anyone looked into the eyes, And in them there is a question, and in them there is sadness, When before heaven and earth You understand: “Youth is a pity.” He threw a bouquet into the crowd of girls, closing his eyes, and to himself: “I would rather stand among them, I would rather be alone!” And who among you has not seen roses, And in them is the holy crown of love? Who thought in his happy hour: “Sorrow has no more end.” And who squeezed his palm, finding no warmth in his palm? And who dreamed of running away from these walls, disappearing forever? Have any of you looked at the wedding ring Before the altar: “Yes, I love you!” And in my thoughts: “God, not him!”

******* He doesn't like beautiful people

I sob as I breathe out, Tears beat and ring: He doesn’t love beautiful ones, He doesn’t love me!

He does not appreciate figures, Skin is a gentle color: All beauties are fools, There is no zest in them.

He kisses cynically, He looks down, Everything is fine with him: Life is simple and easy;

Everything is fine with him, he is smart, he is an esthete; It’s clear to him about me: There’s nothing in me.

Only brilliance and beauty And a little brains, And, having fallen into his mercy, I will melt from the words;

Like a piece of art, I will admire it; But neither thoughts nor feelings - I won’t take anything.

It’s just very nice to stroke the skin with satin... And it’s no longer clear who is the stupidest of us.

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