sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
The Party
No way, at all, the party plans will be allowed to falter A centenary birthday bash is set, for good old Uncle Walter The village hall is truly full, as all are gathered round
Graphite DreamerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNothing Left to Write For
I feel uneasy with life again. The only thing to appease me is my pen. As I hold it, I feel something strange. This little instrument can make such a change.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAt Times We Will Fall
Life leaves us with marks. Physical wounds, Emotional despair, Some restorable, Some leaving scars. . Drastic changes
Amelia DavisPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDepression's Imprisonment
For all the agony My mind has encountered, Keeping me a captive slave Of depression. . For all the misfortunes I've endured, with serenity
Amelia DavisPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Garden of Souls
I'm in the garden of lively dead souls like sunflowers they are cheerful Like the sounds of birds their hearts are beating
Ozra AkhoundiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLobotomize Me
Christmas is coming And what do I see?! A big black zippered bag, And inside is me! Santa has come, He’s brought tools
Triple Decker SandwichPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOde To The Poet
(I) Writing Through Senses A poet is a being of many curiosities. He is a person who is filled with wondrous philosophies.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Beach
Bring me to the beach where my soul lives to peak, Each grain of sand that gets me closer to everything I seek. Bring me to the beach when I need to be uplifted,
Reese JonesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBroken
Did you not see? What you did to me? You broke my heart And set it free Now I'm nothing but your memory Do you think about me at night
Felicia MorrowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhite Black
1.) They say to me, whenever I get an attitude, that I'm being racist because I'm white and they're black. 2.)And I have to pause because this rubberneck is about to be one of those crunchy slimes you see on YouTube.
Bridget MeierPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Lover's Eyes
Still in your eyes... Still in your eyes Still in your heart I see the ocean boiling deep in your heart but calm in your eyes
Ozra AkhoundiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime-Bomb
You’re just like a ticking time bomb, Ready to explode, Only it’s not you that gets caught in the fragments, But everyone else who implodes.
India DillonPublished 7 years ago in Poets