sad poetry

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

Blue Stain on My Soul
He did it again, shame built on humiliation of me. Locked in the conversation with six different people. It was supposed to be private.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
The Magic Mirror
The Magic Mirror The glass is cold and black with secrets a shiver runs across its face no dawn, no glow of sun is shown
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Easy Chairs
the stillness of the night paused embracing the velvet moon she felt like the july sky and he fell like leaves, too soon
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Combustion Hymns
I am a shrine to bad wiring, and nobody’s calling the electrician. Let the sparks catch. Let the fuse hum hymns of combustion.
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Poets
Fueling the Fire
Anger rages from The bottom of my heart Digging deep It flashes out fueling my art 🕯🕸𓂃🪶 Renamed passion Gates unhinged
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
I love you
I still sit on the park bench where you once fed the birds, Where your laugh carried louder than the rustling leaves, I look for you in the flutter of wings, in the empty space beside me.
By Zidaneabout a year ago in Poets
Love in The Sky Forever
As I lay here, Under skies so perfectly blue, I dream of you, I think of you; I listen to the birds flying high, Singing sweet lullabies,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
A Hidden Candle
Emotions speaking words unneeded, the final deflected decree conceded. Once passionate brilliance not denied... perhaps, potentially, we pray only pushed aside.
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Light Before Descent
The sun bows low— a weight of fire sliding toward the sea. Gold bleeds into the edge of night, final gift before the swallow of dark.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
The Homecoming of Lothiel
The Blessed Bell rang—and even the trees leaned forward,roots straining in the dark soil,their silence heavywith knowing. Elenion rose.Elbereth’s callpulled at his chestlike gravity.“Do not worry,” he whispered,but already the wind had shifted,already the river bent its course.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
The Gift
In that final moment, he stood on the edge— the precipice, cold and infinite. The stone beneath him, ancient, worn, yet steady as destiny.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
Chance
Chance Do you still love me? Do you miss the slow kisses I used to give? Do you miss the hickeys I used to leave? Are you mad?
By K. Exumabout a year ago in Poets