sad poetry

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

Fade Away
I wonder if they'll notice if I disappear. If my presence swiftly left this world. If my face was never to be seen, My voice never to be heard, My smile never to show.
By Zee11 months ago in Poets
The World 'I' Own
I'm 3, at my house, Hiding within my mom's arms from the scary mouse. In my Papa's lap, Taking the relaxing nap. With them, I spend my entire day and night,
By Varnika Agarwal11 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Restless Heart
A heart that longs, yet never rests, Chasing shadows, seeking the best. The sun may rise, the dreams may come, Yet still it whispers, “You’re not done.”
By Life Hopes11 months ago in Poets
Broken
— A Poem About Strength in Scars I am broken, but not undone, My pieces shimmer in the sun. Each crack a story, each scar a song, Proof that I’ve been brave this long. From shattered pain, new light has spoken — I am not weak, just beautifully broken. ---
By Huzaifa Writer11 months ago in Poets
Hate Me...Love Me...Break Me...Save Me From Hell
I want to close the casket I want to close the door Hide from the war that is my mind The battle waging inside of me Is anything ever going to change?
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️11 months ago in Poets
Monster Crawling Under My Skin
There’s something wrong with my skin. Something that’s caused it to mold, To blister and boil As if I were strong enough to burn it away.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️11 months ago in Poets
Soul Search
I was born empty, a beast, always hunting for a soul of my own.
By Lizzy Rose11 months ago in Poets
What My Poetry Means to Me
What My Poetry Means to Me It is the breath I never speak aloud, a whisper that hides behind my eyes, a place where the world softens,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Rage of the aryan dawn
The black capitalistic plague Anti-human anti-Aryans All the Abrahamic plagues Sharpen their demonic teeth to shatter the Aryans’ veins
By Mehrfam 11 months ago in Poets
Help, My Husband’s Been Stolen
Help, My Husband’s Been Stolen The morning comes slow. I wake alone. Sunlight spills across chairs. I remember. His shoes by the door,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
When the light forgets
--- --- --- the --- light --- forgotten --- --- --- nothing --- to --- save you --- from --- death --- --- by --- --- paranoia --- ---
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
The Liminal Grip
fingers grip my throat in that dark liminal space between sleep and life * Thanks for reading!
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets