sad poetry

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

Violin
close my eyes as the violin plays. The strings releasing such a sorrowed sound. I can hear the sadness radiating from the wooden instrument.
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Poets
My Grandfather’s House
My Grandfather’s House My grandfather’s house stood strong in stone a place where love was always known the garden hummed with bees at play
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Downpour
Downpour As my soft hand grazes your skin, I feel the memories your flesh holds. Your scars, telling stories with no words
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Poets
Desolate
A. What if... B. I'm just as empty, just as lost, as your empty, meaningless, unfulfilling words? (I felt the lack of sincerity in your words like a knife to the heart.)
By Bixi Hernandezabout a year ago in Poets
Vazia
Empty words Lost in the hollows of the arteries of my heart As if they were searching for a home to settle in Instead they wander lost
By Bixi Hernandezabout a year ago in Poets
Scatter Me. Top Story - August 2025.
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for July 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
Sunset
Summer blooms faux tangerine promises of autumn in boxes You blistered me with your heat said it was enough I should just...
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Between the Lines of Rain
🌧 Introduction: When Rain Becomes a Mirror Rain has always been more than water. To some, it is sorrow that falls from the sky. To others, it is cleansing, a fresh start. And sometimes, it is both at once—a mirror of the human heart.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
Echoes of a Silent Heart
🌙 Introduction: When Silence Speaks Louder Than Words There are moments in life when silence weighs heavier than words, when the heart echoes with memories that can neither be held nor erased. Longing is not just missing someone; it’s the quiet ache of wanting what cannot return. Letting go, on the other hand, is not a single act—it’s a journey, a series of whispers we tell ourselves until one day, the pain softens into acceptance.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
My Earliest Memories, Part 1:
The house on Pert Avenue We moved out before I turned three I remember the place cuz it was special to me I remember our puppy,
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Dreams Turned to Ash
The world I created in my head, the future I once hoped to share with you. I must find a way to erase, to create dead memories of times, moments yet to come. I have to close my eyes and watch as the moments I longed for, the moments that brought my racing heart to a calm slowly disappear as I watch the glimmer of your eyes, the warmth of your smile vanish in my arms. Leaving me with nothing but a hollow void. The world around me grows dark and quiet, as the light dies between us.
By Logan Halverson-Bergezabout a year ago in Poets