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 Mirror
I never trust this mirror. Over in the dark corner, It always shows me horror. When the moon hits the sky, There is no sound, not even a cry.
Karri DuperronPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOh
Oh Father, How I wish I never knew you. A footnote in a lengthy novel series. A stray thought whenever I hear the word "Dad".
Zionaeus ShekhinahPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCome Back
Ten feet underground, submerged in complete darkness Buried alive. Feeling the pressure from millions of inch feel cured on my body.
Piper ElaraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Darkside
I'm MESSED up! Not the same I Don't know who I became Feel like I'm INSANE! Don't want to complain I F*CKED up, F*CKED my life up
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Watchers
do you ever wonder; why, or where? of course you do. you’re human. everything you say and everything you do is constantly being watched-
Dan FalkovichPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCruelty
Life isn’t fair It’s cruel And it's rough And it's hard It’ll build you up Higher than you’ve Ever been Everything will be right
Tessa ChafinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFull Time Job
The lowest we can go. I don't know Yours Just mine. But I say 'We' Cuz no one wants to go at it Alone. I was always
Neil HeddingsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDarkness
My heart is cold, My soul is weak, As I sit in black empty space of nothing. The light disappears, Leaving me in complete darkness.
Karri DuperronPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGrown Man
A grown man. But to be trusted. After all, he was still a peer. A year's worth of hugs, smiles and waves. A year's worth of texts.
The External Emptiness
Looking behind to see if someone is there Looking ahead to see what might be there And hoping that someone stands near Following advice just to act as yourself
Maria Maynard-BligourasPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMissing You
I was young, You were old. I was healthy, You were not. I could stand, You could not. I was happy, You were not. I could laugh,
Karri DuperronPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe 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 Poets