sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Quiet Pawprints
I'll miss your smile in the morning, And your shadow presence behind me always. The photographic evidence on the walls, Random memories of you all around me, Makes me miss you being near. A permanent hole in my heart, Now filled only with a plethora of memories. Watching you slip away being the worst of all. But your strong self went through it without any fear. Only smiles as you received our reassurance, As if you knew it was your time to go, Resting your head on my foot one last time, You were ok, and you made that clear. I hope you're smiling down at us as we mourn, And running free without any pain. Your once loud footsteps that clicked on the floor, Now leave a trail of quiet pawprints I can no longer hear.
By Debra Wilcoxson2 years ago in Poets
Chicanery. Top Story - July 2024.
I need to get this off my chest. Am I your choice or just an option? Should I tell what you want to hear or the truth without distortion? The truth, please, without a stammer in your voice. Definitely an option. You'd never be my choice. ~~~~~ If someone asks you out, you'd decline, or you'd go? Of course I'd go! Come onnnn, you ought to know. The things we did, you'd do with them too? If they consented to it, of course, I would. ~~~~~ Are you saying that I mean nothing to you? I never said that, don't you dare misconstrue. Not verbatim, but that's undoubtedly what you're implying. I'm not responsible for what your thoughts are relaying. ~~~~~ Help me understand then. What are we doing here? Us? We're just friends. Let me make that crystal clear. Friends?! Friends certainly don't do what we did! My bad, I'll reword it. We're friends with benefits. ~~~~~ Are you for real right now?! Is that how you view us?! It's you who let me enjoy your body without a fuss. You made me feel special. I thought you loved me truly. You're so delusional. I only wanted your kitty. ~~~~~ Please stop hurting me. Don’t be so cruel. Hey, you started this. Now, who's the fool?
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets



