sad poetry

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

Proof Of Life. Top Story - April 2026.
i am suppressed into the concrete like a fossil of the dead peeled flesh, torn off completely and i cradle what is left the soul cries out a keening
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
I miss you
Long time has passed Sand hours have been flipped a thousand times I peek from a needle's eye A thousand needles hit my heart
By Roody5 months ago in Poets
The Ghost That Sat By My Bed Smiling
The Ghost That Sat By My Bed Smiling She came without warning, not through door, nor whispered hall, but simply there, as if she had always known the way back.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
I Smiled in Public, But My Soul Was Screaming
If you had met me then, you would have thought I was okay. I laughed at the right moments. I showed up on time. I replied to messages with emojis and “I’m good, don’t worry 😊.”
By Mariana Farias5 months ago in Poets
The Green Ray
I can’t keep this up… a jog turned to a drunken stumble, a nervousness transferred into this breathing building. - My smile starts to twist, contorts into a grimace,
By Reece Beckett5 months ago in Poets
Bright and Shiny Places
Minneapolis; metropolis. Once glistened; now dark. Something’s gone. ~ Personal essay pending; a haiku just doesn’t cut it. Subscribe to my Vocal writer’s profile, or follow me on Instagram, Facebook, or Bluesky to be updated when the story drops.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden5 months ago in Poets
Ghostly Thumps And Bangs On My Window
Ghostly Thumps And Bangs On My Window It began with a single knock, soft, uncertain, almost polite, the kind you might ignore,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Fourth Wall Self Reflection
I have suffered in happiness. I have been broken and repaired. I have lost many times but also gained. I have seen the bottom and found the top.
By Malachai Hough5 months ago in Poets
Flight of a dream
Wasting away One day at a time Counting each note Reading each line Shining like the sun Twinkling like the stars Listening to echo’s
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Gasping
Mouths gasping, caverns gaping. - The world swallowed whole, rotting in its tight wooden box, - bloodied knuckles, -
By Reece Beckett5 months ago in Poets
Her Name Is Heather
Her name is Heather. Her name is common. Her name is ... a name I don’t care to say . Her name is haunting Her name is memory.
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
Hell Hath No Fury…
I said it once in a room that kept time in postponed promises, a sentence folded into the seam of a canceled dinner, left like a coat on the back of a chair—there if you needed it,
By Ashlee Laurel5 months ago in Poets