sad poetry

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

Stranded
Shallow sharks kept me on the sandbar Afraid to jump, afraid to swim. Rejecting love, counting fins. You blended in with your
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Love Don’t Die
I will happily take back my name Losing yours does not lessen me Love never leaves you the same For what comes preparing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Goodbye Vocal
You've Done Your Best To Push Me AwayThough You Got My Best Every DayMade It Clear My Work Was Trash Reads And Books Brought Me CashI Know You Don't CareI'll Shed No TearFrom My EyeOh My,Bye
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Teardrop
I open the cupboard, see your mug My shoulders cave in with sadness and decide against a cup. I do my hair instead, there lies your cologne
By Hummingbird2 years ago in Poets
Separation. Runner-up in Breakup Nonet Challenge . Top Story - July 2024.
Sometimes I just want to be alone So I can hurt until I’m numb. Each palliative gesture Opens the healing wound. We're so far apart
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Cold Hearted Love
You don't know what the word even means Thrown around like a small child's toy As long as love serves your needs Hearts double as decoys
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Fragile
I welcomed vulnerability as a method to understand the reasons why you loved me. You teased and shattered my dense fragility
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
look at me now
your initial displacement left me lost, searching for love, misguided. a mate appeared in a pipe, within i disappeared. a shell of the one
By kp2 years ago in Poets
Air-Dry
Nimble rattlesnakes guarded my heart. Until you sent owls to outsmart. But the truth was abstract art. Disguised as works of art.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Is this the end? Send.... Top Story - July 2024.
Hello. It's me... again. Sorry. Just...well... sorry. It's just... well... silly...I know. We've never even...... well... even met... yet... this...This. What is this? I...I don't know. I...All I know...Please write.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets
The Slaughtered Lamb. Content Warning.
The slaughtered lamb lays on the cold wet stone , She decapitated and all alone . Her Helpless body is numb from all the pain .
By PoeticallyPurple242 years ago in Poets
Gaslit
You created something beautiful Wooed me till I believed it too Made me feel invincible Like no-one before you Too little, too late
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets