sad poetry

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

In It to Win It
In It to Win It She lit a cigarette and smiled cards on the table her car in the pot eyes fixed on the one at the head the boss with the gold watch
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Loving a Stranger
I saw him once— his handsome face, the way he said hi to my name— still lingers quietly, whispering a what if. How did he know my name?
By Eunice Kamauabout a year ago in Poets
Rise Through the Silent Storm
In silent woods where shadows play, The whispers come at close of day. They tell a tale in soft array, Of broken dreams that find their way.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Before and After
The coffee cup fell at exactly 9:47 AM on a Tuesday. I know this because I was staring at the digital clock on my computer screen, counting down the minutes until my performance review with Mr. Henderson. My hands were trembling—not from caffeine, but from the speech I'd been rehearsing for weeks. Today was the day I would finally ask for the promotion I deserved, the raise that would let me move out of my studio apartment, maybe even start that photography side business I'd been dreaming about since college.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Poets
If Rain Could Talk
The first drop fell like a whisper. Not the kind of whisper you hear from someone sitting beside you, but the kind you feel against your skin—a soft, cold hush from the sky that says, “I’m here.”
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Poets
When the Sky Forgot Its Color
One morning, the sky woke pale— not white, not grey, just… empty. The trees stood like strangers in their own skin, leaves heavy with stillness,
By Muhammad Saqibabout a year ago in Poets
Extinguishing Andúril
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Masked Hunger
Predators don't always come with teeth, Sometimes they wear your face- Smiling, folding into your circle Like a secret whispered over dinner,
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
Three Forty-Two. Content Warning.
It doesn’t take me long to remember A fated afternoon in a balmy September, The one that took your breath away . The rooftop garden and how the trees sway,
By Sarah Marlerabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Embrace
Arms. Warm hold. Breathing slows down. Cheek against my skin. Your heartbeat drums through me. I know this could be it.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
The book you got me
The book you got me for my birthday; Clandestine thoughts run through its pages. Strange, I could be reading too much into it,
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
The Killing Games
The Killing Games It began with laughter in the dark a sound that cut through the air like glass shadows stretching too long on the ground
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets