sad poetry

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

Colorful Memories
I close my eyes and I remember the blue mornings, the season's fog blanketing the city. Heater up, windows down, something felt so surreal about freezing and thawing simultaneously—controlled chaos. Headlights like drops of paint in the gray atmosphere, a song on repeat, the worries of my destination eons away.
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
Summer's Labyrinth
Cerulean whispers from the summer skies sing me a lullaby, I tuck myself in, Miss the sunrise in the morning, Maybe today won’t feel like such a labyrinth
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Battlefield
In fields where sunflowers once did sway, Now echoes of a war-torn day. Ukraine and Russia clash and bleed, A sorrowful tale of power and greed.
By Nashawn Manzano2 years ago in Poets
THE ART AND SCIENCE OF RELATIONSHIPS
Relationships are the bedrock of human life, and how we do them significantly impacts not only how we feel mentally but emotionally and physically as well. Our relationships in all aspects of our lives, from family bonds to friendships, romantic partners, and professional interactions, can make or break us. We can learn a lot about how the quality of our relationships holds up when we understand the dynamics that create them.
By Mohammad Usman2 years ago in Poets
You'll Miss the Mountains
'There aren’t any mountains where you’re heading' "But that doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful" (You love the mountains, stay where you can see them)
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
A Dialogue on Climate Change
I see the glaciers melting, their beauty fading fast, Nature's warning signs are here; this cannot last. The seasons shift, once predictable, now strange,
By Stephane Kouame (Sirkwame)2 years ago in Poets
The forest came to talk to us today. Content Warning.
The forest came to talk to us today… It was cloudy (It is cloudy) We were listening, you were telling me: . “In cloudy days like this,
By Laura Rodben2 years ago in Poets
I'm not loving it
I perceive life However, I'm not loving it. I feel like I am nothing. I feel lost somewhere. But I'm still alive. I feel marginalized.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
Life
Isn’t life great? To live and to love! Is life that great? To eventually die, loveless alone! With life we can thrive! We laugh and we grow!
By Lily2 years ago in Poets
Giving
I would not ask you to pluck a single feather from your wings for me, But Heaven knows, I cannot fly anymore. A/N: Does this count as sad poetry? I was sad when I wrote it - and sat in a nature reserve. Some sort of gloomy, melancholic, poet spirit must have possessed me!I hope you're all having a wonderful time where you are! I am on holiday now, and looking forward to taking some time to catch up on some of the work from my fellow Vocal writers! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman2 years ago in Poets
Dear_You
When i met you,, I had no idea that you would become,, So ,, Important to me, that you would become my life, my heart, my everything. But you did.
By WAQAS AHMAD2 years ago in Poets
Last massage for her
This is the last massage for her, now I'm broken 💔 What can I say to you today, You stay, Very well. I will not be, Like me,
By Kabir Khan2 years ago in Poets