sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Questions for a Broken Record
Music brings our souls to life but when I hear your song, I want to cry, What is it about your melody? stabbing my very gut each time I hear the same chorus,
Lilian WiccaPublished about 20 hours ago in Poets
Maybe
Maybe you were looking for shelter with someone. A home for comfort. A safe space. A place to call yours. Maybe one day you walked pass me, and saw the house I had. Inviting and warm from the outside. I let you into my house.
Melania MayakovaPublished about 21 hours ago in Poets
Her mind
As her mind gazes into her imagination she looses all focus in what she is meant to do. She questions her thinking. She lets her mind take control, driving her to horrible places only death would see.
Melania MayakovaPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsJourney to the first written word
Journey to the first written word. Overthinking is not helping. Usually just throw yourself in at the deep end. Remember you will float and not sink.
Jeannine KauffmannPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsDECA(Y)DENCE
My throat is a raw festering wound. It stinks of betrayal and my voice has retired to an unknown cavern in my body. It doesn’t answer when I knock.
Teara ParkPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsI Pine for You
I pine for you (I do) overwhelmed with the irrational desire to turn back time sometimes I can bring you forward in my heart
The Forever Home
Have you ever felt stuck, like you just can't escape with your life No matter the effort you put in, inside you feel like all you're doing is losing even more time
Grieve and Grow
The time has come to say goodbye. With each new step I pause and cry, for all the things you did for me and all the gleeful memories.
Alex BlackstonePublished about 24 hours ago in Poets
I'm Fine
“Are you okay?” He asks. I’m fine. “Are you okay?” He prompts again. I’m fine. “Are you sure?” He sighs. I’m fine.
M J GrahamPublished about 24 hours ago in PoetsMelting
I am wax, Pull a flame over my face And watch my skin Drip off my bones. Tie me to your bed, Walk away, And only come back
Katy WynterPublished a day ago in PoetsFalse Hope
She spent so many hours so many weeks trying to find ways to make him love her. Beyond changing herself she looked into every trick
Sleep, an escape
Sleep began as an escape from you. but Sleep turned into a nightmare starring you. I close my eyes, mind swirling with scenarios of you.
