sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
In Her Eyes I See Hope
For too long I led a life of joyless and hopeless pursuits Of the next best rush since the last one. * (When we were younger)
Paul StewartPublished 37 minutes ago in PoetsThe young people of Nigeria
What do we see in our Streets?, what do we see in paths that leads to the house of destruction?. Is it not a lost generation of young people coming up with the wrong perception of life, a people derailed from the truth that set free.
Glory WriterPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsTo Float
There is an old man by this river, an old, old man, dancing like he’s by the sea. Here, the water is fresh, narrow like book-
Mackenzie DavisPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsK.I.S.S.
I told myself I wouldn't mess it up No more fuck ups No more mistakes No more getting it wrong. No more... I would keep it simple--
Lost
Maybe this world is just too dense Or maybe it's me I was born on the coldest week of january 2 weeks late I was supposed to be great
Parable of Leaving
you knew me biblically but never like a religion while i was your most devout disciple breathing you in was gospel
M.B. ArthurPublished about 14 hours ago in Poetsto wither and bloom
~ there is such a stunning eloquence to the beginning of life, newness, growth, the thirst for something more, stretching and yawning from
Heather HublerPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsNot Enough
I’m familiar with this part of the sky I watch the stars move, in-fact it’s the earth moving I long stare till I’m occupied with something mundane
The MadmanPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsWithout a Compass
I don't have a compass You don't need a compass Clouds are on the horizon The unknown can be glorious Uncharted destinations ahead
Paul StewartPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsEven on your grave!
It's sad that I'm left alone. Thinking about you brings tears to my eyes. We were a small, new family. With bright future plans.
Gloria PenelopePublished a day ago in PoetsFalse Gray Happiness
Like a stage performance under the moonlight's glow A happy mask adorned, concealing wounds and woe A smile blooms like a rose at dawn's first light Deceiving the senses, a mirage that beguiles our sight
Nobody Tells You
When you are young, Everyone tells you to hold on tight to the time you are in, To be a child for as long as you can, To grasp the magic that comes so easily,
Rilee AreyPublished a day ago in Poets