sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Missing You
I remember it like it was yesterday The day I met you The day I met you I knew my dreams had finally come true Never have I met someone as kind hearted as you
Felicia MorrowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Opposite of What I Want
The opposite of what I want Repellent and attraction in one package It makes me smile and cry at the same time It makes me hate the fact that I love sometimes
Adrian RuizPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Pain
My pain builds me, I know my pain, I recognize my pain My pain focuses me, my pain clarifies for me, my pain reminds me, I endure my pain
David ZiheramberePublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Solitude World
I use to sit and wonder what my life will bring Will it bring joys? Will it bring love? Will I one day be happy? Or will it bring sorrow, pain and suffering?
Shannan Cimino StewartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAnybody's Day
Today was long and hard. You are tired, exhausted - You want to be at home. Walking down some samey street You think about your fears and anxieties,
Luke McNamaraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Unheard
I watch the world around me, See people trapped in their heads; I sit invisible in the rush, A lonely soul. A man with many logos walks by,
Luke McNamaraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEscape
There's another one Lying on the floor while he hovers over her. The more she weeps the more he beats her. The more he hurls the insults.
Danyelle LewinsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Frustrating Search
So here I sit. a box in front of me. all the information I could ever need right in my lap. Page after page, search after search,
Shane KindrewPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIf...
If I had just one day to live- Would I have it in me to live it to the fullest? Or would I just curl up in the corner of a room and cry?
Isha KhanejaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGlass Tears
They're creating an impossible way for pain to stop. Falling between icy rain drops. Appears to be hard as stone. Yet, their hearts are alone.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLifeless
I don't talk, I won't talk, I can't... talk. Not to you. Not now, not ever. I am invisible forever. Or am I? I've discovered that these walls are not all stone.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDolly Rides the Rocking Horse
In the night, as you sleep. You may hear a rhythmic creek. But don't get up for heaven's sake. You don't understand the trouble you'll make.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in Poets