sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
On Marriage
I wanted to find a companion— someone to grow old and hold hands with. Thought I found the right guy, but ten years have gone by,
Kayla R. MinguezPublished 8 minutes ago in Poets
Jane Eyre, Dreamscapes in a bottle
Fresh revival star Bottle your galaxy kiss Love springs in space dreams - Will you shake our galaxy bottle and sprinkle out
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 26 minutes ago in Poets
Nothing
She’s got cashmere cardigans, mohair, linen suits, silk dresses—yet, when there’s somewhere she must be she realizes she
To the Empty Spaces Beyond the Screens
In my mind's eye I see the motes that float and linger in the morning sunlight or the evening starlight. In the end it doesn't matter
Roy StevensPublished about 2 hours ago in Poets
The Broken Mirror
The mirror on the wall has shattered, Into a million pieces it's scattered, Each shard reflecting a broken dream, A story of pain, or so it seems.
A Flicker of Hope
Amidst the chaos of the world we live, A flicker of hope is what we need to give. Through the ups and downs of life's ride,
Sell, Don't Grow
What is our purpose in this big empty space? Why, to fill it of course, to make it a place of hopes and dreams, ideals and screams
Roy StevensPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsWilderness Adventure
In the wilderness, the world is vast and wild. A chance to leave behind the noise of civilization. To embrace the rawness of nature,
Francisco SilvaPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsThe Journey Within
The road to self-discovery is a winding path indeed. With twists and turns that lead to unknown places. But with each step forward,
Francisco SilvaPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsThe Artist's Muse
Inspiration strikes in the most unexpected places. In the colors of the sunset, or the curve of a smile. The artist's muse,
Francisco SilvaPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsThe City Awakens
As the city awakens from its slumberous nights, the streets fill with the bustle of lives, of dreams and desires yet to be realized.
Francisco SilvaPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsThe Ocean's Song
Submerged in blue, the ocean sings its ancient tune. A symphony of waves, a rhythm all its own. In every crash and crest,
Francisco SilvaPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets
