sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
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A solid mass, of wood or stone A obstacle sturdy, that stands alone It blocks our path, with a steadfast face A challenge to overcome, a test of our pace
Isra SaleemPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsMy cats
I feel bad for my cats You know how cats get depressed easily When something leaves When something changes It must make my cats depressed
Bella MariePublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsHear Me Now
We're all damaged, we're still trying to repair what was broken We've all fallen in our own way; you weren't the only one at fault, but you were the one who was supposed to protect us
Mercedes ChavezPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsSomewhere in my poetry
Somewhere in my poetry I can see my demeanor change I am no longer young and innocent It has been stripped from me like bark on old trees
Bella MariePublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsLike dust!
The hostility toward me Your hatred and lies You hurled my name into the mud. You anticipated that I would remain there.
Gloria PenelopePublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsMirificus Obscurum
When we're young we romanticize all the wrong things, it's the illness that we seek. What we always fail to realize is how the strong became the weak.
Cheyenne HarbisonPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsNobody
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsYou-11
For the longest time I walked along my own path But then our paths crossed And I knew I’d never be alone againThank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsThe Gateway
Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsYou-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsChild Made Homeless
How could any mother willingly make her child homeless? A question that haunts, a pain so endless. All because her father would burst through the door, Demanding they leave, to wander once more.
C. D. GuzmanPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsThe fight
This anger has been festering for such a long time. It’s slowly bubbling over the edge. It’s seeping out in every way. It spreads like a wild fire.
Jasmine HarrisPublished about 16 hours ago in Poets