sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Regret
When the memories of good times with you come rushing back… Wishing to relive those moments again, and doing things right.
A Death
Someone has died, a friend, more of an acquaintance really. I hadn’t seen him in years, and now he is dead. Too soon he has passed,
The Knife That Killed My Friend
It's a hard sunny day like any day no one should accuse anyone I have just returned from the usual trip to Mars where two of my other Loviles live
Jude ChukwuemekaPublished 2 years ago in PoetsBlocked
Whimsical life Magical light Oh, why does good always pass me by? Where's the sun? It's become a darkened one Now, what has begun?
Jessica BurbyPublished 2 years ago in Poets3 pm
I’ll tell you about this place So close there’s no escape People on all sides forever. But they don’t see. Don’t let them
Sarah SpookychildPublished 2 years ago in Poetsborderline.
living with the persistent stressor of borderline; induces a lifestyle of polar opposition to benign; living with a spectrum of issues that intertwine;
zoe frenchmanPublished 2 years ago in PoetsEyes So Strange
should I describe her eyes? hazel but grey & actually blue but also filled with a soft white, creamy starburst center and there were browns and golds and reds and greens
Melynda KlocPublished 2 years ago in PoetsSamantha
Samantha -My Little Dog With the Biggest Heart- Sammy, This poem is for you, I wish the world could See how wonderful you are.
Chris M RichardsPublished 2 years ago in Poetscontrol.
the constant fixation of being in total control; can adversely affect a person, as a whole; its bitterness penetrates deep within the soul;
zoe frenchmanPublished 2 years ago in PoetsGold at War
Oh dear, my friend. Those golden stars were just too bright to ignore, weren’t they? Tread carefully, for gold hides
Sierra MafieldPublished 2 years ago in Poetsbleed my tear ducts dry
clinically d(ying)iagnosed morning routine: wake up immediately (DnD role) play russian roulette roll that iron D20
Propaganda PoetPublished 2 years ago in PoetsPiece 6: Andrew
I miss the unknowing bliss, Not yet burdened with my truths, Comforted by the unknown. To know is to be in misery, To know makes you question your own reality,
Bryttnie ChaffinPublished 2 years ago in Poets