sad poetry

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

e g r e s s . Top Story - April 2026. Content Warning.
what a thing to watch you trapped in the confines of your skin aching to peel yourself out. to remove the suit and become the stars.
By Kristen Balyeat5 months ago in Poets
Upon the crags
How many times do I need to reduce you? Close the lid on the stew, lower the temp and lock the door. Wisteria bloom and hang like alveolar sacs
By Kate Kastelberg 5 months ago in Poets
Suspended in the Deep Sea
If we could live underwater, our lives suspended in the deep sea where light is scarce and movement is slow, would you still have such a hold on me?
By F Cade Swanson5 months ago in Poets
The Cost of Casual Love
The Cost of Casual Love She stands beneath a borrowed light, painted lips, a careful smile, men pass through her like passing weather,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Entropy Skin
Entropy Skin It begins at the smallest level, a shift you cannot see, atoms loosening their quiet grip, on what they once held together.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Angel and Demon. Content Warning.
He used to twirl his hair and suck his thumb, holding the stuffy close to his chest - the fur that used to be fluffy now matted,
By Eliara Rae5 months ago in Poets
The Broken Heart Collector. Content Warning.
It’s always the same damn story… They bring the kids in the dark of night. They say they’re saving souls for the Lord… So why do said souls always take flight?
By CT Idlehouse5 months ago in Poets
How do you love a bouquet of dying flowers?
You drink the water from my glass that’s half full Then ask me for more If art imitates life, then don’t paint this picture
By Mikayla Rose5 months ago in Poets
Hate Kills
Hate is a million thorny vines which grow within you. Can you feel them growing deep within your soul? The longer you despise someone, the more they grow. Come on, just let the ugly things go. They grow, and grow, and grow; until they suck the life right out of you. Careful, how tall are your vines?
By Your Favorite Maid ✝️📖🦋🌷5 months ago in Poets
Dusk Falls
I couldn’t tell you the exact amount of days, Only that it’s been over a year. - Uninvited, though it was, It was only a matter of time
By Jebus! 5 months ago in Poets
Death is
Death is Hard, cold and final Death is Despair Death is A Poison Death is Here, there and everywhere Death is Darkness
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Phenomena. Runner-Up in What Comes Back Challenge.
Lignocaine numbs necrosis as photonic light returns. Her waxen, fasciculate face stares with oblique-eyed delirium at half a dozen dysplastic masked doctors
By Edward Swafford5 months ago in Poets