sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Little Red Bird
Two black foxes Courting May. One lost morning. One lost day. One loved smoke, One loved stone. Neither ever learned To walk alone. Count to thirteen. Count once more. Lock the window. Bar the door. I left both Before the snow. Seeds remember Where not to grow. Little red bird, Little white thorn, Some hearts die Before they're born. Count to thirteen. Count again. Never marry Hollow men. Milk turns bitter. Bread turns blue. Ravens know What sparrows knew. Crows eat daylight. Moths eat lace. Every season Knows its place. Count to thirteen. Walk away. Night belongs To yesterday.
By Shannon Hilson2 months ago in Poets
The Leech Song
Little black leech, little red thread, Count all the girls they swore were dead. One came home and one stayed late, One slipped smiling through the gate. White lace apron, iron key, Someone else's pulse in me. Wash the floor and bless the stain. Tomorrow we'll begin again.
By Shannon Hilson2 months ago in Poets
