sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
My Life
My life is an empty pit of darkness, A void of shadows and voices without a face, The Voices...., they tell me things, Horrible things that make me sick,
Feelings of Emptiness
You are surrounded by people daily But still feel empty You have a family But still feel empty You have a baby growing inside of you so your emptiness begins to fade
Melissa PereiraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInnocence Taken Away
I met you when I was so young and innocent You told me I was a princess You made me feel loved when I felt like I wasn't even thought of
Melissa PereiraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAn Unfinished Love Story
One night we were talking About the things we want to pursue. Things we want to happen That time and distance won't let us do.
IntuitiveBlabPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Well
Deeper than any I have seen my well starts to re-open This void of hatred and guilt calls as it starts to gape I find I want to dive in, help me.
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Monster They Created (Part 1)
I will wake in the morrow, happy, with no sorrow. The next few days will be full of fun, as long as nobody brings a gun.
Christopher WolvertonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRealization
Would it be so bad if people read me like a book? But like a book, I would be judged and I’m afraid of judges Saved by the bell
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDark Poetry
A Dying Man I'm destined for the grave for my soul can not be saved from death's tight grip. I began to slip deeper and deeper into madness until they pull me away in my casket. I should have known these blue skies and peaceful nights would not last. How could live knowing my life could end so tragic that this life would never last that everything would soon collide and crash with my present and my past. In those dark pits, my soul will never last my sins will always come to pass. Can God hear my voice cry and sing pleading for mercy for only his hand can help me. I have lied and cheated throughout life never listening to those who preach about Christ. Do they laugh and mock now that I am apart of the devil's flock as my whole body begins to wither and rot.
Winfield BrothersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNecrotic Emotion
So now I know I begin to feel hollow. Certainly stuck in a negative wallow. I feel decay on the end of my flow. I understand that I'm lost on the road.
Voices from Mt. Olive Cemetery
Jacob Luetweiler 1865-1948 From Highland Illinois I travelled, Travelled with wife, children and the family bible, Came with stout brethren and brothers in the faith.
Stark HunterPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRetrospect
Sometimes, as the old name ghosts through the new label. Sometimes, as I empty the folders, shred the contents. Sometimes,
Linda StudleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsStatic
I can feel the static that lives under my skin.It ripples there ever present waiting to strikePins and needles that never truly go away It is always there but can get so quiet
Alex SmithPublished 7 years ago in Poets