sad poetry

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

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
TRAPPED IN REFLECTION
TRAPPED IN REFLECTION Mirror mirror a hotel for spirits inside your glass rooms stacked on rooms stacked on rooms corridors folding into themselves
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Trauma
Author's Note: I was asked to join others for a day on the topic of trauma. What it is and healing from it for Native Americans and people of color, and LGBTQ+ populations. Should be fun.There is a panel and a breakout with people from each of these groups. A co-trainer and I will handle both a panel presentation and a breakout presentation.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
He Hides Inside My Mirror
He Hides Inside My Mirror He waits within the silver glass a shadow breathing slow and deep his hands pressed flat against the pane
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When Silence Speaks Louder Than Words
In a world of noise, where voices collide, Truth often hides, with nowhere to reside. Between every sentence, a pause takes its stand,
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Looking for the Light
Looking for the Light Dark Move Walls Nothing Reach Fall Reach Light Gone Move Shadows Cold Air Breath Hands
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Before He flew Away.
She carried wounds no eye could see, love once broke her, set her free. A girl who tried, but could not stay, her heart would run, it feared the way. Success was hers, her name was known, yet deep inside she walked alone. Then fate returned, a sudden start, the boy who once had crushed her heart. He wore the wings, a pilot’s pride, the jet she boarded, he would guide. No longer wild, no longer fast, a youth pastor with prayers that last. With tears he said, “forgive me, please, i broke your soul, i bent your peace. ‘Be kind and tenderhearted too, forgive as Christ forgave you’” (Ephesians 4:32). She turned away, her heart unsure, the pain was deep, the scars were pure. But then the news, the sky grew dim, a crash had silenced hope in him. Her tears fell down, her heart released, forgiveness bloomed, her soul found peace. “For if you forgive men when they sin, your father forgives you” (Matthew 6:14) within. The past had gone, the chains undone, Forgiveness shone like morning sun.
By Chris Liberty about a year ago in Poets
Loss in Pixels
The Monotony of a Frigid Winter School Day Interrupted by a television wheeled into the classroom, So we could “witness history,”
By Zidaneabout a year ago in Poets
You Make My Violin Cry
You Make My Violin Cry You make my violin cry strings break under your touch notes bleed across the room every sound is pain
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Footsteps in the Hall
I laid in bed at night awake and listened to the silent dark. I said a prayer, my soul to take - to fitful sleep my mind embarked.
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets