sad poetry

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

What Lurks Beneath the Sand
What Lurks Beneath the Sand The shoreline sleeps by day. Soft beneath the sun. Yet darkness wakes at dusk. When daylight comes undone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Would You? . Top Story - July 2026.
Would you like to grow up? Leave home, escape to the corners of the earth. Find freedom. Learn to fly, to sing, to dance.
By Laura Lann2 months ago in Poets
Ten Years On
Our love began with all the charm We would always be together Our marriage now a storm we cannot weather Our love now has become estranged
By Calvin London2 months ago in Poets
No God Is Coming To Save You
No god is coming to save you. This is not the Tribulation, This is an evacuation of Earth. We have poisoned her waters, Raped her fields,
By CT Idlehouse2 months ago in Poets
A friend in every glass.. Top Story - July 2026.
A friend in every glass. That's the promise. Pour confidence. Bottle courage. Uncap the version of yourself everyone seems to like better.
By Cindy🎀2 months ago in Poets
Copper Colored Again
The great lady Liberty is suffocated by the country she’s supposed to represent Lungs filled with greed, she can now only exhale corporations
By Ecarg Nosive2 months ago in Poets
Don’t Kiss Her… Then Come to Me
Don’t Kiss Her… Then Come to Me Don’t kiss her, then come to me, Bringing borrowed memories. I won’t wear another’s goodbye, Or believe another lie.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Flickering Light
Long before the station signed off, we stopped reaching for the remote. The screen became snowfall that never settled, only hovered
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
People with a high level of consciousness will never win this game
Drunken men and women Afraid to look deep within themselves Illnesses of body and mind Born of neglecting one's health People with a high level of consciousness will never win this game
By Sun Bee2 months ago in Poets
The Path to Hurting
First, you must cast off the bond Label the person a “stranger” Even if it is your daughter Who visited you of her own free will
By Sun Bee2 months ago in Poets
Clearing The Air
Life took a different turn Than I had planned in those former, finer years Exposed to adversity, I left behind The person I once was
By Sun Bee2 months ago in Poets
Mercy Would Be Silence
The radio used to breathe like this, grey teeth chattering between channels, a sound with no shape, all sand and salt. Falling through the air like something that gave up trying to become a voice.
By Diane Foster2 months ago in Poets