sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Lullaby of a Verisimilitude Existence
I crave the era when life was elementary Attaining triumphs with limited efforts But if I had never followed the rainbow Never chased the direction where the winds usually blow
Ahsanul KabirPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSorry
It’s just a word.A word that means nothing.Nothing to me, anyway.Anyway, what’s the point?The point of saying sorry? “Sorry, it won’t happen again.” A lie.
Bushra ShahriarPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRings of Children
ARMS LOCKED IN FRIENDSHIP RINGS OF CHILDREN DANCE ROUND IN CIRCLES ONE LOSES HIS BALANCE AND FALLS THE RING CLOSES IN TO MEND THE BREAK
Lon Casler BixbyPublished 7 years ago in Poets- Top Story - July 2017
I Kiss My Daddy Goodnight
I hold his hand and squeeze it tight Tell him everything’s gonna be alright I tuck him in bed, snug and tight Leave on the hallway light
Lon Casler BixbyPublished 7 years ago in Poets Carousel
you are a clockwork carousel; the words inside you spin starry waltzes horses rotate like the cruel cycles you trap yourself within.
Emily OceanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSituations Change
Yesterday, I was lonely with nobody to call my own. Today, I'm his one and only and the blues have been startled and flown.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Insomniac Mind
My insomniac mind Replays Recordings in a blue haze The lips that kiss The lips that don’t Pink hairspray nightly mist
Emily OceanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Smiling Mask
I wear a smiling mask Covering the darkness of depression The mask presents me, not how I am But how others perceive me to be
Lon Casler BixbyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Mermaid Swims By…
from my watery grave i look through the reflection of a dark tree as it stands in contrast against the grey sky… a leaf floats down
Lon Casler BixbyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe 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 Poets