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 the Silence of My Soul
In the silence of my soul, I hide my pain Washing memories in the midnight rain Every heartbeat whispers your sweet name But love, it seems, is not a fair game
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Blue Flower
Flitting from bloom to bloom, a nimble bumblebee. Where've you been? Busy chasing after girls on the beach, I wonder if any of them might miss
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Bones of Silence: A Starved Cry from Palestine
His ribs are not ribs— they are prayers unspoken, etched into skin by hands that never fed him, by days that stretched longer than war.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
This Box Isn't For Me
I can't be contained, without space, my wings will rust. It's too cramped, not enough room. You built this for me? How could I possibly fit?
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Proud to Be Misunderstood
I was truthful… Yet the world called me a liar. I was kind… Yet they declared me wrong. What I believed to be right The world rejected. What pleased the world Clashed with my principles. I could not flatter, Nor lean upon the comfort of lies. In the marketplace of compromises I stood alone Defeated, perhaps… but never broken. They said to me: "This is the world, this is how it survives. Learn to bow, learn to sway, Or be left behind." But I asked my heart: Did God create this world for this? A world where the weak are crushed? Where the innocent are exploited? Where the nation’s good is sacrificed For selfish gain? Yes… I have made mistakes, But they were born of innocence. Now I have vowed to myself: My steps will never again walk a path Where truth is buried And greed prevails. If standing by the truth is a crime Then yes… I am guilty. If holding to righteousness is “wrong” Then I am proud to be wrong. I never learned the games of the world, Nor do I wish to learn them. My heartlonely as it may be Sleeps in the comfort of peace. And that… Is the one victory The world can never take from me.
By Rahat nazabout a year ago in Poets
Shut Door
Shutting the door on the past, it's tough. All the memories resurface, nowhere to hide. Those internal wounds ache and sting,
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Blown Away
I spent a lifetime waiting For mine to finally begin Wasting away Blowing off grain by grain In the wind I was atrophied in the position I began
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Fading
Like a curtain The dimness slowly falls over my vision My eyelids begin to feel so heavy I pretend nothing is happening But in reality its grabbing me
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
Heaven’s Mirror
Broken I sat inside the darkness of my soul Desperate for a feeling that left me as coal Leftover embers burned in my heart
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
I miss him still
I miss him still Even though he left me waiting, more times than I can count on line, became his battle ground The hurtful words like punches.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Invisible Confetti
I’m the echo in the laughter, the "maybe next time" in your plans. They toast their inside stories while I hold my empty hands.
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
Almost Stayed
You sat on the edge of goodbye, like maybe you’d change your mind. Eyes full of something breaking, but not the kind you rewind.
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets