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 Letters I Never Sent”
The Letters I Never Sent By [Ali Rehman] The first letter began with a lie. Dear Michael, I’ve forgiven you. Lena stared at the words until the ink began to blur. Forgiven him? That wasn’t true — not yet. Maybe not ever. But that’s how most of her poems started too: with lies that wanted to be true.
By Ali Rehman11 months ago in Poets
Magnum Opus: The Greatest Love, The Greatest Loss.. Runner-Up in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
A waning day’s breath steeps in misted pine One house alone, unbent beneath the night A book half-read, the crust of bread, the wine—
By Caladrius11 months ago in Poets
On a Bad Road
A bad road stretches Running travelers shed tears Freedom frozen by ice
By Andrew Ludwig11 months ago in Poets
The Pack. Runner-Up in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
Ten dusky ochre eyes penetrate the gloom Five craven bellies ache with ministered devotion Twenty paws walking in a line that signals doom
By Thomas Speer11 months ago in Poets
Process of Loss
I’m already sleeping better than I was and I don’t wish the world to burn I don’t wish burning upon anything even if it’s been dry
By Olivia Dodge11 months ago in Poets
The House That Still Burns
... I am told that I am a haunted house, hollow boards groaning under ghosts, a draft in the corridor where no one lingers.
By E.S.Flint 11 months ago in Poets
The Vexed Hunter of the Mind
O, Intellect, pure Flame and vital Breath! From what cold Chaos dost thou now retreat? Thou art the quarry I pursue to death,
By Tim Carmichael11 months ago in Poets
End This
Went from “no you hang up first” To giving each other chances Nothing is changing I think we should end it We can’t even remain friends
By L.I.E11 months ago in Poets
Lost
brother where have you gone lost in the shadow lands slumped deep inside time's cruel quicksands come back * * *
By M. Lee11 months ago in Poets
temporary taxidermy. Winner in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
My hippocampus has a leak in it, and every step I take spills out a form of you I’m forced to relive. It’s more languid,
By Daniel K11 months ago in Poets
Honey on the Wound
Honey on the Wound You said the truth would sting at first—then sweeten where it should, So lay it bare, then breathe it in: put honey on the wound.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
The Siren Inside
the sweetest breath a whispering wind it blew across the inside of my skin I’ve always felt her there like fingers barely
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets