sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
I Grew Up. Content Warning.
When the bell rang, With my little legs, I ran. With the eyes marveling, I squinted. Then, I saw a cart, Filled with colors so bright. Happiness washed my worry, An ice cream was saved in my memory. When I felt my first heartbreak, I sat. With eyes welling in tears, I cried. Then, I heard the familiar bell, Echoing nicely in my ears. Nostalgia washed my heartache, Tears were replaced by a gleam. When I was frustrated, I strongly brushed my hair. With eyebrows creased, I sighed heavily. Then, I saw the ice cream cart, Surprisingly looking the same. Calm made me forget chaos, A sigh of relief, a sign of retreat. Anxious, I walked. Scared of the future, I traveled. I wished to hear the bell, To brush this anxiousness away. To my surprise, I came across it. The taste stayed the same— Full of flavor and sweet— But it was not enough, To ease the chaos in my mind. I navigated my way home, Still scared of what comes next— But bears the realization, That ice cream can't make me happy anymore, Because, I grew up.
By Jamaica Elcano2 years ago in Poets
Anonymity
Now the news of your arrival makes me nervous. I pretend as if you are a thing of the past for me. My reactions change within me. Due to which, I don't know, I feel a strange nervousness. I don't want to take, hear or know your name in any way. I don't want to return to those pages of the past. Now my life is anonymous and This anonymity itself is the "name" of my life.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
