sad poetry

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

The Slip
the lie sat in the slip— between light and dark, awaiting recognition. when none came, it seized opportunity with the widening of light’s door and the narrowing of dark’s. here, it robed itself in brilliant colors, shape-shifting to blend in— every room, bowing with ease, folding into discours it was always welcome, a favored guest. seated in prominence, alongside the host, daring the light— who had mistaken the brilliant colors for truth. light’s vigilance fell lax— still weighted, still ready to extricate. to extricate the lie, in its elusive attire, from plain and simple fact. light dims.
By Ms Jade 5 months ago in Poets
The Solo Traveler
I looked at the road ahead, a long, gray ribbon cutting through the mist. There were no footprints beside mine, no shadows to keep me company.
By Hazrat Umer5 months ago in Poets
Bible Black
I first heard the phrase Starless and Bible Black as the title of a King Crimson album , and later discovered it was written by Dylan Thomas as part of his wonderful tone poem “Under Milk Wood”, so as we are in this universe and I have stolen this perfect description of the darkest of nights I will share “Under Dub Wood” which uses a King Tubby rhythm track (as used for John Holt’s “Ali Baba” which you can listen to here) and narration by Sir Richard Burton as the lead in song.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
No Love, Just Lessons
I never stopped calling it love— even when it started repeating itself: same wounds, same hands, same ending wearing a new excuse.
By Tina D. Lopez5 months ago in Poets
Empty Cradle
Although I never held you, I carried you for a short time Unaware that you were a part of me Never expecting a piece of you to remain
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Poets
The Colour of Truth. Top Story - April 2026.
They said it was blue, but it's not. They painted the house blue to hide their shame, Because sadness sells so well, More than anything else.
By Sun Bee5 months ago in Poets
Somewhere There is Nothing
Somewhere There Is Nothing Somewhere there is nothing at all, No edge to reach, no sound to hear, I try to picture what that is,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
FDIC
They like to keep you under the surface They want good seats to see you squirm To watch you fight for your existence Under their feet like helpless worms
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
Dad. Honorable Mention in After It’s Gone Challenge. Content Warning.
Dad. My mom loved you. She once told me in her room, “everyone knew I liked your dad. And everyone knew your dad liked me.
By Travis Dylan5 months ago in Poets
Amen
As I sit here listening to these walls speak. I hear a door squeak And out of the darkness comes a Man pale and thinned, cobwebs in hair,
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Where I Walk
Where I walk death follows, Striking fear into the heart of men Only those who doubt not life, Shall survive till the greater end
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
From Brooklyn to Hoboken!
From Brooklyn to Hoboken, My life had been broken. All through times pains, I’ve stayed awake & unspoken. Life’s just another reason, I liked drinking and token.
By Tom Kyttle5 months ago in Poets