sad poetry

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

Letting it all go
Moon in PiscesLetting it all go Letting it go, Trying again, Goodbye to the past Here it all ends Becoming myself, Shedding the labels,
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
When Your Eyes Hold the Sky
I saw the dawn in your gentle stare, A quiet light that could heal despair. The clouds stood still as if unaware, That love had bloomed in the morning air.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
The Locksmith Legend
The Locksmith Legend They said he carried the keys of night a ring so heavy it bent his hand each one cold with a different tale
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Stranger Who Looked Twice
The Stranger Who Looked Twice He passed me once his gaze sliding like rain on glass fast enough to vanish yet warm enough to notice
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
PAPA-RAZZI
prior to these words, pictures were in real time as my grandpa was placed on his favorite sofa seat, to plunge into the Black Lagoon, but he is no creature.
By amiracdotesabout a year ago in Poets
The Being to be hold
‎The little wanderer crawled on the earth ‎A living world bloomed within him after his birth ‎Radiant and alone like the sun ‎A dream has just begun ‎Long paths held no claim on his heart ‎The presence is the purest art ‎ ‎Now the little wanderer will run on his feet ‎His steps will crush every grain of the land ‎The tender roots of flowers will burn by his fleet ‎The lonely sun will be surrounded by stars in the sand
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
The Man Who Knocked Twice
The Man Who Knocked Twice They said a man once lived alone in the house at the end of the lane. A locksmith by trade, though not the kind who worked for neighbours.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Ethel's Secret
[Verse] Ethel walked alone in the evening rain A cherry red dress hiding her shame In her pocket she carried a letter Unsigned and cold
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
Why Do My Tears Not Freeze
Why Do My Tears Not Freeze Outside the world is cold and hard the wind cuts sharp against the skin ice forms on windowpanes and roads
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A Heartbreak Lonely Boy
In a quiet village cradled by whispering pines, Eli, a boy of sixteen, wandered alone. His heart, once bright, now bore the weight of heartbreak after Lila, his first love, left without a goodbye. The village paths, once alive with their laughter, now echoed his solitude. Each dusk, Eli sat by the river, where memories of Lila stung like winter’s chill.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
Gone: How I Remember Losing My Girlfriend.. Content Warning.
It only feels like yesterday when we were holding hands, I still hear you laugh, and I smell your perfume, everywhere I go,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
I Still Hear Your Laugh in Empty Rooms
It’s been months since you left, but the walls haven’t caught up. Sometimes it happens when I’m pouring coffee, or folding clothes, or walking past the couch where you once sat, head thrown back, eyes almost closed from laughing too hard at something that probably wasn’t that funny. It’s strange how sound lingers. Not the way it does in a canyon or a subway tunnel, but in the private corners of a house where nobody else can hear it. I’ve tried to fill the silence with music, with podcasts, with the hum of the fan. But none of it drowns you out. Your laugh lives in the creak of the floorboards, in the click of the light switch, in the space between my footsteps. And maybe one day it will fade, the way photographs yellow and memories soften at the edges. But for now, I don’t mind sharing the room. ---
By Muhammad Riazabout a year ago in Poets