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 Mourning
One's misery feels so like fear to the congregation lined in rows, black dresses and black disguises, handkerchief in hands, faint whispers.
By Amy Purdy10 months ago in Poets
Seen
I’ve sat alone in rooms full of people, shrinking myself to fit the silence they expected from me. My words disappear the moment they leave my mouth—
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
When the Fire Burned Out
The day you died the sky felt like the inside of a spent match. Hollowed-out and silent, something ending, though I didn’t know what.
By Sara Krane10 months ago in Poets
My Rejection From Love
My Rejection From Love I opened my heart and it shattered, every hope falling like shards of glass. The words I whispered were not enough,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Never Dissipate
I married a nightmare, she rode in, as toxic smog, that would never dissipate.
By Rowan Finley 10 months ago in Poets
Beneath The Willow Tree
Beneath the willow tree I rest and marvel at all its leaves have seen Memories incarnate of when this was meadow filled with flowing flowers
By Matthew J. Fromm10 months ago in Poets
Caught Case of... The Relies?
Never said good-bye, so there isn't need to rely. It, may a tradition... side? The fire in his eyes, drunken, the spirit dies. Relationships! Why? Why! Why! Why! Why give... good-byes. Rely! Rely! Rely! Don't know who disguised. Why give canes?... Candy-lies. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith10 months ago in Poets
The Heart's Way
Not supposed to be thinking about him Every thought every day Making the light dim There's so much not to like about him
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets
Death Wish. Content Warning.
Is this the only way out? Every cry for help was a shout But there wasn't a soul to listen (literally) Everyone says when they see me they've been meaning to call
By Bixi Hernandez10 months ago in Poets
I Am The Fireclown
Introduction Michael Moorcock's Lyrics from "The Great Sun Jester" by The Blue Öyster Cult: Now he's dying in his grief And the hard men dragged him down They have killed the wild-eyed jester They have killed the fireclown He'll never sing his songs again He'll never dance between the stars again He'll never laugh again No, he'll never ever laugh again, oh no
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA10 months ago in Poets
The Crushing of a Fragile Heart
The Crushing of a Fragile Heart I felt the weight of every promise, a quiet crumble no one seemed to hear. While the world kept turning without pause,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Voted. Content Warning.
Which one of us is happy with the ways of this world? Infinite options, but we chose to fill graves early, we chose maximum profits,
By Reece Beckett10 months ago in Poets