sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
It's So Easy
Starting with innocent curiosity The slow and subtle seduction Becoming the life of the party Impossible to resist the attraction
Alexis M. CollazoPublished 2 years ago in Poetsat the bottom of the pit
at the bottom of the pit chains embedded in my skin. i could’ve sworn there was friction against bone. i could’ve sworn
Katie “Quill” S.Published 2 years ago in PoetsMy Mary Jane's Flowers
My Mary Jane's flowers are my comfort when things are not going as they should my roommates have been too disrespectful telling each other lies on me they are dead wrong
Angelina F. ThomasPublished 2 years ago in PoetsOakwood Cemetery
I imagine this is What death feels like. Sitting on the edge of A graveyard, Sheltered by trees. Surrounded by the silent
Elisabeth BalmonPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Storm
The Storm By: Steven Dean The petals of a rose Lie scattered on the ground Shifting winds carry them away Pearls fall from heaven
Steven DeanPublished 2 years ago in PoetsBefore The Stitch Becomes A Scar
Seamstress Before The Stitch Becomes A Scar By: Nicole DeFelice • Every night, My own hands Punch stitches through My two tender lips,
NikkiDeeFit | Nicole DeFelice OliverPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Heart Bleeds
The strength of each heartbeat Echoes inside your head Blood rushing furiously in defeat Aching chest, fear and dread Alone, always alone, now and forever
Colleen MillsteedPublished 2 years ago in PoetsAn Image lost
I close my eyes and what do i see. Miraculously, I see either two things. One, Memories from long ago fleeting on the edge of a transparent void. Two; I see in hues of black and red.. of Nothingness.
Samantha DulakPublished 2 years ago in PoetsI've loved wrong for so long
I've loved wrong for so long who knows how many good things I ruined hurt people, hurt people who knew that would define me
What words to choose
Daughter Sister Team mate Friend Student Graduate So many words Chosen for me Given freely Or without thought
Flora NickelsPublished 2 years ago in PoetsI AM DOUBTFUL
I am doubtful I am doubtful that good things are meant for me I am doubtful that I am love-able or that love is free I am doubtful
Patrick SantiagoPublished 2 years ago in Poetsagain and again, wolf-boy
You, my friend, are wind and rain and rage And fear and grief You don’t understand You don’t understand How we have weathered you time and again
Rooney MorganPublished 2 years ago in Poets