sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Conditional Love
I wear my father's wedding ring, not as a promise to be kept, nor a reminder of idyllic familial love, but as all the things I never want to be,
Amanda FrazierPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAbilene
It's a lonely feeling going thru a place that you don't know but knowing you're going further from the place where you belong w/
Wars Breath
I lay my cheeks against the sheets, that billow in the wind. With dreams of promises never made, echo sounds you now rescind.
ELISA SteelPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHope
There's nothing to cry Nothing to regret. If they don't understand you Understand yourself! There's nothing to ask All the questions are answered.
Anubhuti LakheraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCave
The secret is boundless and spinning At the core of the sun There is water so cool and clear Where cavernous echoes quiet your mind
Meaningless
"Can you turn your days into the moon? Have you turned your Sundays blue?" That was the question, the words written behind closed eyes. I was the canvas, blank and out of reach. Gentle paint strokes gave me the life I was never meant to have. I was grown in a non existent womb, I emerged from nothing.
Melissa WisePublished 7 years ago in PoetsEchoing Plea
Terror is growing. Prisons everywhere are overflowing. We are always ever knowing. That the suffering keeps on going. Echoing plea.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOliver
And at last, I was face to face with him. Earlier, like a whirlwind passing through, he turned around and with disregard,
Kito PeferPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPlease Come for Me
Sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor Staring at the light coming from under the door Wondering if I will see your shadow when you come to carry me away
Zachary BaylorPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNo Baths
I beg off baths Claiming my limbs too long to fold themselves Inside the tub I site discomfort and joints like glass The sad sick truth is, really,
Jordan WarrenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAnxiety
You left me alone with my thoughts, Returning later and questioning my tears, The sound of my soul was simply too violent to be heard by anything but my heart,
Amanda FrazierPublished 7 years ago in PoetsChina White
She is the one I love Yet she reaches for you Crying out your countless epithets- Black Eagle- You take her where I can not