sad poetry

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

On the Porch of the Future
There isn't a shred of cosiness here Every trigger and past grievance Sparks fierce arguments from dawn till dusk No one heeds the other’s feelings
By Sun Beeabout a month ago in Poets
Experiments on the human psyche
A guinea pig for the medical service They are supposedly taught what is right I doubt they can be taught anything at all Thugs feeding on hatred
By Sun Beeabout a month ago in Poets
INTENTION
We were wondering why God put Stu in your life That was a mystery unsolved until this very day So the reason was not to spend the rest of your life together after all
By Windchimeabout a month ago in Poets
No One Could Love The Child
NO ONE COULD LOVE THE CHILD No one could love the child they said it like it was fact as if she arrived already broken as if nothing had ever attacked
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
How did you Sleep?
May you lose sleep until I find peace. May you be haunted by me in your dreams. May your every path bring you back to me
By Sara Wynnabout a month ago in Poets
Smoky Mountain Children
She was a tough kind of girl, climbing up the smoky mountains. Life and promises bloomed as lilies, especially when her Pa died young.
By Rowan Finley about a month ago in Poets
the space between spaces
I’m still sitting In the room where it happened. The TV is on, But I can’t hear it. You’re still alive, I can almost feel it—
By Ashley Limaabout a month ago in Poets
Psychoelectrosis
The rumble ever rumble prickle, You know I love you know, Erratic and unforeseen, Dreaded and routine. Beginning like an icy trickle,
By Conor Darrallabout a month ago in Poets
Conductive
It’s usually accidental when you discover you’re still conductive. Bite foil with a silver filling and ZZZT or it can be curiosity
By Tina D. Lopezabout a month ago in Poets
Checkpoints
The memory takes me back like a checkpoint stuck in time and suspended in the jingle of bracelets on a stranger’s wrist. The smell of rum,
By Kaitlin Osterabout a month ago in Poets
punctuated with
i do not need to know his ways nor agree on anything. as long as we can talk about those differences. as long as it does not descend to chaos
By ⸘jason alan‽about a month ago in Poets
The Elders Knew the Best Way to Live
The Elders Knew the Best Way to Live The elders walked with steady feet upon the earth they knew, Respecting every season for the gifts that each one grew. They wasted little, treasured and shared what they could spare, Believing every neighbour’s burden was a load to share.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets