sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
I'm Dead
I'm dead. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you FUCK YOU!!!! My phone fizzles out in my hand and my only thought is death. Without this tiny device, smaller than my hand, my life means nothing. Everything I've ever created is on my phone, my very soul and all my friends are linked to this mess of metal. I will never meet the only people I could ever trust with my secrets, if I don't have my phone.
By J "Griffin" Rooms7 days ago in Poets
The Sorting Ground
There is a distinct geometry to a threshold that knows exactly how to protect itself. For a long time, the space around a life can feel entirely unguarded, open to anyone who wants to pass through using nothing but a handful of words and the safe currency of a long-distance connection. But when you are anchoring a home, a family, and a heavy reality, you eventually have to build a gate that knows how to sort the smoke from the foundation. You have to write a narrative so sharp and so unyielding that it acts as both a permanent exile and an absolute sanctuary.
By Syl De'Vil7 days ago in Poets
The Open Latitude
There is a profound difference between a trap and a sanctuary. In a world that constantly demands a performance—where you are expected to carry a specific shield, speak from a flawless script, or meet an overwhelming list of expectations—it takes a massive amount of hidden energy just to keep up the perimeter. It is exhausting to feel like you always have to be a finished hero just to step into the light. When the stakes feel too high, the natural instinct is to pull back, to retreat into the quiet safety of the open road or the distance of a screen, simply to find room to breathe.
By Syl De'Vil7 days ago in Poets
The Illusion Filter
There is an art to watching a performance when you already know how the machinery works behind the curtain. For a long time, the predictable cycles of hot and cold, the calculated distance, and the shallow drops of attention felt like an intricate riddle that required a massive amount of hidden energy to decode. It is easy to get caught up in the slipstream of a ghost, trying to find a pattern or a hidden meaning in the spaces where a real presence is supposed to be. But the fog eventually clears, and what looked like a complex mystery reveals itself as nothing more than a fragile defense mechanism running on a loop.
By Syl De'Vil7 days ago in Poets
Fiona
Verse 1 Fiona is nursing another beer in a pub that’s seen better days Sitting on the promenawd watching strangers drift through her drunken haze She’s been all over the world, never settling anywhere too long Telling anyone who will listen how the world has done her wrong She says the men are arrogant and never give her a chance And the women look through her like she’s not worth a second glance So she laughs at people working hard like effort’s nothing but a strain But everyone can see the truth in all the ways she carries pain Chorus Oh Fiona, Fiona, none of us wish you harm We just hope you find a gentler place to rest your heart But we all need a little peace from you at the end of the day Even when you run us down and try to twist our names We don’t hate you We just don’t know what to say Oh Fiona, Fiona, none of us wish you harm We just hope you find a gentler place to rest your heart Oh Fiona... Fiona... Verse 2 Fiona talks about the fame she swears she almost had How the world always was unfair and the breaks always turned out bad So she lifts her glass and mutters that she’s better than the rest But the bitterness she carries lays heavy in her chest She doesn’t see the way we see the cracks she tries not to show Or how the amber in her glass reveals more than she’ll ever know We’ve watched her chase the same old script in every coastal town Trying to rise above us while she’s only sinking down Chorus Oh Fiona, Fiona, none of us wish you harm We just hope you find a gentler place to rest your heart But we all need a little peace from you at the end of the day Even when you run us down and try to twist our names We don’t hate you We just don’t know what to say Oh Fiona, Fiona, none of us wish you harm We just hope you find a gentler place to rest your heart Oh Fiona... Fiona... Verse 3 Then the karaoke fires up and you stagger to the stage Still living like you’re twenty in a body three times its age You belt out old Madonna like the year is nineteen eighty six Hoping someone in the room will feel the magic in that old time mix But you’re too drunk to notice when they laugh behind their hands Mistaking applause that is only pity in ways you will never understand So you wander back to your table looking for a friendly cue Never realizing the only one left out is you Bridge Maybe once you had a dream that never found its start Maybe once you loved someone who went and broke your heart But running from yourself won’t make the pain unwind And every night you lose a little more of what you hoped to find Chorus Oh Fiona, Fiona, none of us wish you harm We just hope you find a gentler place to rest your heart But we all need a little peace from you at the end of the day Even when you run us down and try to twist our names We don’t hate you We just don’t know what to say Oh Fiona, Fiona, none of us wish you harm We just hope you find a gentler place to rest your heart Oh Fiona... Fiona...
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior7 days ago in Poets
Quick Sand
[Verse] Annie had a heart like a rolling stone Never stayed too long she was always alone Left her love behind like a fading flame Each new spark lit up her wandering game [Verse 2] She danced through lives like a fleeting breeze Never tied to roots or family trees Her laughter echoed but her promises lied Annie's love was a wave just passing by [Chorus] Oh Annie oh Annie your heart's on the run Chasing shadows under the sun Leaving footprints that fade in the sand Annie's love's a castle built on quicksand [Verse 3] Her children called but she turned away The weight of their voices too heavy to stay She wore freedom like a crown of gold But freedom left her lonely and cold [Bridge] She thought love was just a fleeting tune A melody gone with the rise of the moon But every note left a scar behind Annie's heart was a prisoner of time [Chorus] Oh Annie oh Annie your heart's on the run Chasing shadows under the sun Leaving footprints that fade in the sand Annie's love's a castle built on quicksand
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior7 days ago in Poets
