sad poetry

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

Anthology of A Fractured Heart
The end of it all is a silent acceptance, or flipping of a switch to suppress the storm. At some point, the storm that doesn't leave you ends up calling you it's home and finding secret places to hide and devour your heart one beat at a time.
By Jayni Cole8 months ago in Poets
The Mirror Lie
The mirror used to be a judge, cold-robed, unimpressed, waiting for me to confess I didn’t deserve to be seen. ﹁﹂ I’d stand there with wet hair
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Poets
Damaged Goods, That’s What She Is
Damaged Goods, That’s What She Is They say she’s trouble, best left alone, A heart made hard, a voice like stone. But they don’t see what’s underneath,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Loved While Full
I was loved when I was full. ** When my chest was tight with air they called it value, called it importance, called it power.
By Aarsh Malik8 months ago in Poets
Cold
We lay beneath these shifting skies planning hopeful lives in hopeless times. The bitter cold eats away at the colourful plants you helped to birth,
By Reece Beckett8 months ago in Poets
Twenty Years
Twenty years since the second time I packed my life into a rucksack and taught my heart how to beat quieter. The first war took my innocence—
By Edward Val8 months ago in Poets
A Thief Stole My Knickers
A Thief Stole My Knickers I pegged them firm, I double-checked. A stripey pair, a floral specked. The wind was soft, the sun was high,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Granny’s Ghost
Granny’s Ghost Granny’s ghost sits in her chair, Rocking slowly, thin as air. Eyes like whispers, soft and deep, Watching while the children sleep.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Hades
There’s a deep dark hole, In the deep dark Earth, Where the hopeless fall in, When their souls hurt. It’s empty and cavernous,
By Conor Matthews8 months ago in Poets
The Eyes Hide All My Secrets
The Eyes Hide All My Secrets The eyes are the windows to the soul I know you’ll never see in mine. Shutters nailed with silence,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
We Cry Differently, But We Hurt the Same
We cry differently, some in silence, some out loud, some behind closed doors, some in crowded rooms while pretending to smile.
By Artical Media8 months ago in Poets
cold
White cotton with green springs Lips pressed against coffee cups I can see your breath in our apartment No electricity, mid-july
By B.R Miller8 months ago in Poets