Khalil Gibran Poems on Sadness (19 Poems)

The Coming Of The Ship Chapter I (Khalil Gibran Poems)

Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn onto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the isle of his birth. … Continue reading →

A Visit From Wisdom (Khalil Gibran Poems)

In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stoodBy my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender motherAnd wiped away my tears, and said : “I have heardThe cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it.Open … Continue reading →

A Tear And A Smile (Khalil Gibran Poems)

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heartFor the joys of the multitude.And I would not have the tears that sadness makesTo flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and … Continue reading →

Yesterday and Today XII (Khalil Gibran Poem)

The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surrounded by magnificent marble statuary. He sat there … Continue reading →

The Poet VIII (Khalil Gibran Poem)

He is a link between this and the coming world. He is A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink. He is a tree watered by the River of Beauty, bearing Fruit which the hungry heart craves; He … Continue reading →

The Widow and Her Son XXI (Khalil Gibran Poem)

Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon which the furious Nature was recording her many deeds. Men … Continue reading →

Two Infants II (Khalil Gibran Poem)

A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, “Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry … Continue reading →

The Beauty of Death XIV (Khalil Gibran Poem)

Part One – The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights; Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, … Continue reading →

The City of the Dead XX (Khalil Gibran Poem)

Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garments. Now I could breathe. I looked back, and the city appeared with its magnificent … Continue reading →

The Creation I (Khalil Gibran Poem)

The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup of happiness and said, “Drink not from this cup unless you forget … Continue reading →