sad poetry

The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.

𝓤𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷. Top Story - July 2025.
Some words in my head are better unsaid than voiced for the world to hear some thoughts churn around but never find sound and ‘tis for the better, I fear 😶 Many words wander in thoughts that I ponder but never my lips shall they meet instead, I withdraw behind saturnine walls to a world of silent retreat 😶 In corners of my mind where dreams are confined hide words that are best left unspoken than pursed through the frown of this gossamer clown and risk that my heart may be broken 😶 I serve out my time, a lost, lonely mime adrift in a world of anguish shackled and quelled by my taciturn jail with only this unspoken language 😶
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒10 months ago in Poets
The Painting That Screamed
The Painting That Screamed The canvas hung quietly, its colors curling like smoke, and I heard a whisper that bled through every brushstroke.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected We no longer know ourselves
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Finding Baby Sofia. Content Warning.
Vicki created, edited, wrote this story. Vicki Lawana Trusselli The Cry They Tried to Erase This is not just a video. It is a living archive, a protest suite, a cadence of care. Baby Sofia lies on the cracked concrete floor, wrapped in pink, crying against silence. The images, the captions, the cries, and the soundtrack together form a witness that refuses erasure.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
The Dry Riverbed
In the heart of Earth's despair. Lies a riverbed, bleak and bare. Once a flowing ribbon of life. Now echoes a tale of endless strife.
By Solomon Walker10 months ago in Poets
The Ghost in the Library
The Ghost in the Library Books whispered softly, their pages folding like wings, and I felt eyes from invisible corners trace me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Salt Tears That Tell the Truth
Salt Tears That Tell the Truth The words across his skin are warnings, a rule carved deep and unfair. Salt trails speak what he can’t say,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
THE POEM THAT OUTLIVED ME
THE POEM THAT OUTLIVED ME Death waits quietly in the back room, watching me write as if I owe it. My pen trembles in a cold grip,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Broken Pencil
The Broken Pencil The broken pencil lies where I left it, a thin, cold wound across my quiet space. Its snapped-off point
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Bonfire
Circling the edge of the radiant heat Bones crack, spewing repugnant steam Faces, names, sensations; I offer all up now Empty out my heart of fear, stack up kindling, log, and bough
By K.B. Silver 10 months ago in Poets
Invisible Heavy Souls
I used to be the friend who stayed after the party to stack everybody else’s sadness into neat piles. I called it love. I called it “just being me.”
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
A Longing Carved
A Longing Carved A longing carved in breath and blood and stone, it moves through me as if it owns my veins. It turns the night
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets