sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
She Used to Be My Sister
She walks with slow unsure steps, afraid Of what lays down, for her mind is way faster Maybe today, maybe tomorrow or the day after
Rahul JustinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBack to the Black
In the silence, I triumph. In the dark, I spark. I can't see anything and this I prefer. No judgemental looks to my view will occur.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWatching Over You
I sit back and like to think of my loved ones who passed,Holding them near. It gives me piece of mind, that maybe a loved one is my Guardian angel.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo A Dog
Through the falling fog You spy a forlorn sight A shaking damp dog As black as night It is small and vulnerableIn you arms you bear it Slowly not so lovableBut you cannot admit
Phillip WoodfordPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Invisible Assailant
It grips tight around my neck, like merciless hands, watching, waiting to hear me take my last struggled breath. Everything is going so fast it's like someone pressed a fast forward button on my life,
Leigha JohnsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBroken Hearts Eventually Shatter
Believe in the stars that shine up above, Reach high for them in that deep blue sky. Open your heart, fill it with love, Keep the tears falling, until you're run dry.
Elizabeth MustainPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNot Who We Are
Some creatures Come into this world prepared They are ready to survive Instinctively knowing what to do They handle life
F.D. BrakePublished 7 years ago in PoetsHopeless
My hope forever tethered to the bottom of Pandora's box That feeling much too foreign to me once again is lost I cling to every moment... every minute as though my last
Natalie RileyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBreakdown
Let's see how things played out, you treated me like I was a joke. My ex threatened me, mistreated and abused me, Slit his throat in front of me.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRelease Me
Won’t you release me, you won, won’t magnanimity rule your heart as calamity dwells in mine? Won’t you allow me to grieve and mourn, a time when you knew me, remembered me?
David ZiheramberePublished 7 years ago in PoetsGrowing In and Out
Self-reflected in the dark; dreams, aspiration and limitations or, craziness in a sleep state. How do I awake or move, at least?
Concealed Sabotage
I was 8. It was a family friend. I am the black sheep and these things just happen to us, ya know? ...at least that's what they said
Mo. ThePoetPublished 7 years ago in Poets