sad poetry

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

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
P.T.S.D. Content Warning.
P.T.S.D You remind me of myself the way you're being manipulated By your own kind No matter how much you try to be kind,
By K. Exumabout a year ago in Poets
The Descent
Even the garden stayed silent. The trees—ancient sentinels— stood rooted, knowing more than they could say. The wind no longer moved the branches.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
0000000
~got older, it began to seek purpose. Consciousness. Although time’s function was essential, it was artificial. Confined to a construct. Time envied the Universe. The infinite space in which it existed. The loving way it was held by Eternity, in perpetual bliss. Time longed to be worthy of Eternity ‘s gaze. To be held ever after. But their union could not be. The hands of time were bound. Toil and labor. How could a lowly algorithm possibly gain the attention of something as lofty as Eternity? Eternity’s heart belonged to the Universe. Jealous, time’s finite hands became destructive, wrapping around all the spheres of creation and slowly crushing them to dust. If time couldn’t have Eternity, nothing could.
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Poets
You'd Hope I Was Happy
I told myself a story, Told myself I didn't care. Not for riches, land, or glory; All I wanted was you there. There's a reason for emotions,
By Luke Haymonsabout a year ago in Poets
Museum of the Forsaken Objects
After you left, the house began curating itself. *** The spoon curled into the sink like a sleeping dog. The mirror turned its face to the wall.
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Poets
When Shadows Learn to Shine
The moon hung low, silver and still, Shadows danced upon the hill. A thousand voices lost in the night, Yet one soft prayer became the light.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Shattered Skies and Silent Cries
The night was heavy, the stars grew shy, Dreams lay scattered, asking why. Every soul carried a secret pain, But still, we longed for love again.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Thought are just words
Lying here on this hard floor, feeling the draught from under the door. All these memories gathering in my sight, as the day slowly fades into night.
By Mel Wrightabout a year ago in Poets
Let’s Make a Deal. Content Warning.
At the end of a rope Prayer Silence answered Can you take it anymore? There’s no bottom to this barrel Not one found Wife
By Nick Queenabout a year ago in Poets
Nostalgia. Content Warning.
trigger warning: mentions of drugs, drug use, and sexual assault If they could produce nostalgia into a drug I wonder what kinds of hallucinations my mind would conjure up
By angelica leslyabout a year ago in Poets
Getting through
what does it do? Only wastes breath, the message muffled, lost before it lands. Still, we try. To speak what we feel is not to raise a weapon,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets