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 Final Memoir of the Vitriol Symphony
Why are dreams so deceiving? I kept dreaming while everything trembled before me The storm of emptiness prevailed as she left without any regret
Ahsanul KabirPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo Those
To those To those who bullied me I forgive you To the girl Who thought I was gay Because I like to draw clothes To the boy
Rachelle MurphyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThere Was a Time I Lost Someone
This is about the death of someone who was very close and dear to me although it's been a few years it still hurts like it happened yesterday.
Ash BlackwoodPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRestless Memoirs Of The Vitriol Symphony — II
Been years, yet prosperity remains a distant memory Insidious dreams still so imaginary Lost in Hades, I sat down for her, waiting
Ahsanul KabirPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMissing Sorrow
Something will always be missing inside of me, the same place that tells me there's always something better to see. I need to gain anything
Amber CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOur beloved, Johnny
We tried so hard to make you realize your greatness, but the desire for a bag of poison, that most certainly guaranteed
Linda BalboniPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDistant End
You may have been the highlight of my lowlife when we were young, but you stung me hard when you lied, were you high when you said you'd get better?
Amber CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo the Younger Self
To the younger self, You're empty, confused, lost and scared. But the world is yours for the taking. For behind emptiness is wisdom, beneath confusion is clarity, within lost space is room to improve and surrounding fear is hope.
Georgine BurnettPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Good Witch
In an instant I knew where I was! The heat, the screams, oh damned be all. They sent me to the wrong place. I'm the good witch and was supposed to stay in purgatory to aid in the transition of the other fairies and witch goddess's to move freely threw this life to the next. Oh damned be,surely not me, the one who strived to do all things right! Now look at me all hot and sweaty, but with ease did I go and always to know thine enemy when a witch ye are!
thomas coriellPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAdvice
Do this, do that, Say it out loud. Sit up, sit straight, Act a little proud. You need to go, They never stay. Karma's a bitch,
Kathryn WardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsQuoth the Raven
RAVEN IN A DARK STORM SHADOW OF THE NIGHT RAVEN PERFORM THE SACRIFICIAL RITE RAVEN IN A BLACK FORM WINGS FULL OF FLIGHT
Lon Casler BixbyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIn My Words
Some days there is no trying. I am limp, emotionless. I am the dead rose in a field of sunflowers. The bees are humming over them. Why over them?
Aeryka FraustoPublished 7 years ago in Poets