sad poetry

The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.

Diamonds Are Not Forever
Diamonds Are Not Forever The first day that we met, We gelled together. We were like glue, Inseparable. The engagement, the marriage, Everything happened Just beautifully.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 18 minutes ago in Poets
Mother Earth Surrenders
Mother Earth Surrenders Mother Earth has tried so hard, To keep things on the straight And narrow. But the Earth is crumbling day by day, And the cowboy still fires his bow and arrow.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about an hour ago in Poets
Dreams Of Grief
Introduction This is my twenty-ninth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. I love that Justine always gives the full story behind the painting, which gives me more than just the painting to work from. Though I have taken the concept that Danu is grieving, I then interpreted my thoughts on this painting, which is the second panel of the commission, The Awakening of Danu.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 2 hours ago in Poets
Unfair Advantage
Psychotherapy on the page or on the stage Everyone is watching Observing how you writhe and twist To the rhythm of the wrong melody They are the ones who brought this about, their tightly pressed lips Silent for years on end Where did true communication go? You longed for a family And then you reduced everything that mattered To a purely physical, burdensome toil Making assumptions about anything has never done anyone any good They thought I would be a detective of some sort That I would spend years waiting for even a single positive word For the support I should have received from my earliest years Nothing of the sort ever happened, not even after three decades I had to summon everything I could possibly draw from within myself While those I considered true friends walked away So, I began to look for clues in culture Discovering depths within myself I hadn’t even known existed I believed it would lead me somewhere, and that is exactly what happened Followed by many, supported by no one Here I am, enjoy it while you can still read me here
By Sun Beeabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Blendin’ in
The city speaks to me Where have you been? Where are you headed? Come, sit here with me Without a trace of regret This is the stop I have always longed for Now that all the storms have finally subsided I have at last found A moment’s respite What more could I possibly want? I know this is not yet my final destination I know where I wish to arrive I have the journey mapped out in my mind Perhaps not down to every last detail But while I do not turn my heart toward the heartless I turn it toward places To soak in their atmosphere By the water or within the city itself Out in nature, or somewhere in between In various states of mind Where life unfolds in its purest form Untainted by artificial additives That is where I belong Where the river flows straight and smooth Revealing its little secrets, step by step Where the timid coot seeks shelter And the predatory grey heron lies in wait for its prey Human nature finds its reflection here And I am a quiet, passive observer of things That not everyone is able to perceive Especially when they are so deeply consumed by themselves
By Sun Beeabout 5 hours ago in Poets
A Driven Heart
What of love, need, and desire? Hopes, dreams, and wishes longed for? Reality leaves these longings mired For all that we wish and dream Dies out and burns to ash in fire
By Alexandra Grantabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Missin'
Why must all passions vanish the moment an object or person significant to us departs? Why must we all seek a new source to reignite our fervour and ascend to greater heights? We search for the right person to speak the right words, to grant us the courage to pursue our goals – that spark which allows us to live a little better, a little differently, finally offering us the chance to fight for our dreams with our full strength. No one understands this, and that comes as no surprise. I shall not beg; such is simply human nature. I shouldn’t have spoken so much about all of this. Now I must fight even harder, confronting, day after day, a cold that breaks my spirit – a cold both within and without; it tears at my insides; it weakens my veins. This is no joke, yet I must ignore it, for the sake of a greater good, I simply must endure. I listen to other, wonderful stories, wrapped in warmth. I asked for this myself, so I cannot complain. I longed for culture, for humanity, for style. There is no one by my side, and so my ruin is complete. Salvation arrives too late for those who wait – too late, by the measure of human time.
By Sun Beeabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Stuck
I used to find my way through the cracks finding the path that fit just right and being able to say "I made it". As I sift through the emails of "thank you, but sorry"
By Angel Adagioabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Two Spirits
[Verse] Two spirits linger in the shadowed room A jar of pills whispers sweet perfume A bottle of wine sings a siren's call Both waiting to catch me as I start to fall [Chorus] They promise peace where the chaos won’t grow A quiet release from the ache I know So I let them in Let them take control Sliding softly into the void’s cold hold [Verse 2] Their voices hum like a ghostly breeze A soothing hymn meant to set me free They bind my heart in their velvet chain Saying they'll cradle me away from pain [Chorus] They promise peace where the chaos won’t grow A quiet release from the ache I know So I let them in Let them take control Sliding softly into the void’s cold hold [Bridge] The womb of nothingness pulls me tight A hollow embrace in the endless night But as I dissolve Their faces fade And I wonder if I’ve been betrayed [Chorus] They promised peace where the chaos won’t grow A quiet release from the ache I know But now I drift in the dark unknown Two spirits left me here All alone
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Don't Look Back
I. Don’t look back to see the tears in my eyes. II. You see me as the past and not the future you you want. III. But I’m the one
By Dean Traylora day ago in Poets
Ideal
I can't express how long I've waited. How many nights I've dreamed of what our life would be like. We'll get every morning, Pick a favorite outfit for the day. By the end of the day, I'll learn more about you. My gut twists at the way I'll never see you. I want to scream at things for being unfair, But I'm holding onto hope that I'll see you someday. My morning Dawn, I'm not sure if we'll ever meet. I'm scared that I won't be able to bring you here, Nor do I want to be the reason you’re pushed into a hard, unlivable life. I've had dreams of holding you in my arms. So small, so aware, so much like me. Could imagine all the things you would be, From the easy life all through hard times. If I were better, I could bring you here. If my body were better, I wouldn't worry about imbalances getting in the way. What would I give to show you the life I wanted to give. My morning Dawn, don't you hear me? If the world were so much better, I'd have you here by now. I'm scared that at some point, my body will give out. Bleed and ruin itself before I even get the chance to breathe life. But I'm holding onto hope that I'll see you someday. Hear you laughing, hear you crying. Hear you walking all through life. If you don't come as my flesh and my blood I pray that you'll find yourself to me, And let me give the life and guidance you need. My morning Dawn, you're a beautiful dream. I'll wait for you in this life and any one after I'll be strong, be the one you can trust Till we meet, I'll keep you in my heart for all eternally.
By Rachael Anraa day ago in Poets
B O N E S
There's nothing left. No doors to open. Nothing worth Pursuing. . Autumn breathes Its cold breath Across flowers Still dreaming Of their blooms. . They'll die. And nothing Will be left Except that Creeping frost. . The thing Touching Flowers with hands Meant for Metal. . The petals Drop And there's Nothing left To save. . Pretty flowers. Wind-snapped flowers. Hunched flowers. Writhing flowers. Aching flowers. . Is this what fate Has in store? A blossoming Beautiful only Because of its death? . Then I am doomed For a peak So gorgeous That the stars Fall at my feet. . Weeping from the Cosmic Knowledge That this Binds me. . Will the sorrows Ever Exceed Normal human Limitations? . The rules Will be Defined By the bones That remain. . And I am Destined To go up In smoke And flames. . Because the Bones I'll leave Behind are Beyond Beautiful.
By Silver Dauxa day ago in Poets