sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Death
Death is like this flashing hot, painful contradiction, of an ugly pain and beautiful release. A calm frenzy of fleeting life and a painful battle to keep it. And in these contradictions lies truth and pure emotion. Dying will bring hope back into your body and feed you with ways of giving up and accepting fate. No matter how you may feel dying is in the back of your mind telling you you're done. And when you come to accept this fate the only one there is you lose that flashing hot pain, replaced with a flashing white light, and the feeling of comfort and release. Death is like this, warm and comforting. Embrace it and it treats you with mercy, fight it and it is ruthless. Death is like this in its most basic form: inevitable. So, accept that one day you will die and that for the most part, you can control how and when. But always know that you can’t avoid it forever. This is what death is like.
By Steph Sinclair7 years ago in Poets
Don't
I just stood there jaw dropped open staring into the darkness in utter disbelief as she stood there steady lying. Mocking me as a cold wind blows while flashes of light ignite in the night sky. She is always singing that same old song I thought to myself as she sat there strumming away. She don't think that I know she don't give a fuck about me. I can tell that because of the way she won't look into my eyes anymore. There's just something that makes me uneasy about the things she says because if you will lie about the stupid shit that really doesn't matter, what won't you lie about? I sit here with her, but she doesn't even really notice me. Outside I hear a storm moving in. It circles around over the mountains before it begins to shower everything that is not sheltered from it. The sky weeps as I struggle to stay awake. How much more of this will I take before I break? You just lay there lying. No shame at all on your face. And I wonder.
By john noakes7 years ago in Poets