sad poetry

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

We Eat Our Young
paintings can't hurt you... beware — selfish man and gods for we eat our young. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another horrorish haiku for the Haunted Echoes challenge. This time, after several poems inspired by paintings by Picasso, Brueghel, Friedrich, Raphael, and Caravaggio. This time it is Goya who can play as muse to this writer, me, while also scratching his itch.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Unmasked
Stare into your eyes. At the void you tried to hide. You're empty, not deep.
By Jazmine Ambrosiaabout a year ago in Poets
He Raped Me So My Father Shot Him
He Raped Me So My Father Shot Him Night heavy with silence, his hands dragged me down. My cries swallowed, my body torn.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Impossible Love Affair
The Impossible Love Affair One glance. Fire. Forbidden. We spoke as if free. But chains followed. We touched in silence.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Never Goodbye
As the last of green turns, I whisper, while it falls "see you later love."
By Nikki Torino Wagnerabout a year ago in Poets
If Love Had a Voice. AI-Generated.
If Love Had a Voice If love could speak, it wouldn’t be thunder or applause. It would be the soft rustle of sheets when someone waits up for you.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Poets
You Tore Out My Heart
You Tore Out My Heart Pain is not word. It is scream. A door slammed shut. You did not hurt. You destroyed. You tore my heart.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Beware . Runner-Up in Masks We Wear Challenge.
Some of them Will come to your door Seeking to serve Their souls lean towards this one goal If they see you in need, they will offer you gifts
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Falling From My Throne
Falling From My Throne I built my throne. Stone by stone. Pride on pride. From there I ruled. Or thought I did. it was hard to do
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Endless Road
The Endless Road Shadows drift across the hood, a restless silence fills the night. Moments fracture like broken glass, time slipping through
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
Indecisive
The unknown climate The changing winds The heat of day The cool of night Went to fall then back to summer Indecisive mind of the weather
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
Maybe I'm Still Missing You
Maybe I was stupid. Maybe I’m naive. Maybe I held too tightly onto something make believe. Maybe I wanted more than you were willing to release.
By Cat Brooksabout a year ago in Poets