sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Eclipsed
Entering into the Closeted space of your Life & love I find myself Penumbrally Shadowed hopelessly in Endless eclipse.
Randy Wayne Jellison-KnockPublished 15 minutes ago in PoetsCarousel
Round and round again When will it end I found myself, again Falling off the shelf again But right before I hit the ground, I wake up again
Josh MorganPublished 40 minutes ago in PoetsEclipsing
Eclipsing into evanescence Clips ending in less than varec, Lips exhausted, with odor fec’l, Ipse dixit memet ec-li Pseudo,
Randy Wayne Jellison-KnockPublished 40 minutes ago in PoetsUnspoken Words
In the hush of unspoken words, Lies a world of untold pain, Where hearts carry burdens unseen, And tears fall like silent rain.
Sorrowful WhisperPublished about an hour ago in PoetsWhat I Did For Conscious Love
It wasn’t easy. It wasn't pretty. It wasn’t fun. I was deemed as a villain to some. I was written off as crazy to others. I was miscounted, mistaken, and misunderstood by most.
Princess LeahPublished about an hour ago in PoetsLong Dark Night
Ebon melancholy fills my mind again, Chills my blood again. Listlessly, I gaze into the dark, Into the flickering shadows,
Truth escaped
Barb DukemanPublished about 3 hours ago in Poetswhere evergreen grows
~ Early summer days were the best times for growing; the climbing ivy inside me grew rampantly then, weaving its tendrils this way and that, hiding the remains of my innocence
Heather HublerPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsI Blame You, Moon
Empress of twilight and beyond, you’ve outstayed your welcome. Come alone, I asked you, yet you brought the night– libertine, fluid, and turbulent, swirling eddies through my voids, which were not for its blackness to fill. My silences were not your invitations.
Teresa RentonPublished about 5 hours ago in Poets3/22/24
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
Atomic HistorianPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsThe Entertainment-2
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
Atomic HistorianPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsIncomplete
ever felt incomplete crying out for that missing piece lost to the vast universe, hidden within its umbra? I have peace eludes me