sad poetry

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

Dead Before the Coffee Break
Dead Before the Coffee Break He clocked in early, nodded once, his coat still damp with last night’s rain. No one noticed the weight he carried,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Frost
When the frost Is in my heart And not out there, When there are snowlakes everywhere, I start to doubt That the melody Coming from my veins, Will echo Through the chambers Of my body, Rekindelling a certain spark, That was once lost. So what if I'm not as young as before? So what if I'm growing older? There's beauty in that, as well.
By Maya Or Tzur9 months ago in Poets
Residual Heat
Winter frost bites me As a kiln burns in my chest Ashes offer warmth
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Poets
Alarm II
The buildings burned in the view of the calmed blue sea, the forests catching fire, bodies navigating a maze of smoke. The orchestra of alarms, a grand
By Reece Beckett9 months ago in Poets
You Told It What to Say
Tears, as razors, slice my face. Her words, through the years, crush me again and again. For a few moments, I long to escape the insecurities,
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Soft-Edged Storm
I can feel it coming before it comes— that weather inside my ribs, the low roll of thunder rehearsing behind my teeth. ﹀︿
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
You can change. Content Warning.
You can change and make things better in your life, Oh if only you believe, If you matter and get it ; Oh ! If you seen it of what I saw you'll get it,
By Erica Williams9 months ago in Poets
Unsent Apologies
I type your name and don’t hit send. The cursor blinks like a tiny siren, then a patient metronome, Then—honestly—just a dare.
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
I was yours long ago Haiku
I Was Yours Long Ago Haiku Do you remember I was yours long ago love Forever you said?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The Unwanted and the Wanted
The Unwanted and the Wanted Some arrive like storms, shaking rooms with their weight, their voices loud, their hands too quick,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
my shooting star
His eyes shine like the stars under the delicate dance of the moon but his light holds no warmth for me, only cold, hollow ache of our love that used to be.
By Anonymous_poet139 months ago in Poets
The Cost of Touch
The Cost of Touch I mistook hunger for devotion once, your hands spoke vows your mouth never held. Love wore a borrowed face in low light,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets