sad poetry

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

I am a human, I am your friend
I wake up to the same SUN as youMy breakfast has eggs, I know you tooI too, wear cotton, linen, wool and silkI drink hot chocolate and dip cookies in milkI go to school to learn English, Science and MathWe both go to college, just with a different pathI love reading books, and I like to singI play the UNO cards, I am a little thing
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Too gentle to notice
Step 1. Wake before the birds. Forget your name for seven breaths. Let the silence between them shape your outline. Step 2. Leave your phone on the nightstand.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
The Window She Never Closed
She sat by the window where silence had a name. Not hers. Not his. But a third one — formed by the space he left. The tea on her table
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
How You Master the Art of Disappearing . Content Warning.
Step 1: if you manage to do this successfully, you’ll need to move on no further: Headphones, a real banger tune, volume signals “you’re going to blow your ear drums out” notification.
By Emy Braccoabout a year ago in Poets
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved Sat in a tree like he owned it tail like a fan, feathers all flash singing like someone was listening
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A memory that stays forever.
I haven't seen you in awhile, Do you remember the time we walked down a path and it was full of flowers? I was playing in the flowers and you told me to be careful?
By Jen Phillipsabout a year ago in Poets
The Bogie Man Under My Bed
The Bogie Man Under My Bed He don’t rattle chains or howl at the moon he sits in the still, where the dark grows soon his breath smells of soil, old damp and dread
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A Guide to Vanish. . Content Warning.
It's not hard t0 vanish, not like someone would notice. Always the first one to messaged, never the first to receive a message.
By Jen Phillipsabout a year ago in Poets
"It's not your Fault". Content Warning.
I just want to let you know, It's not your fault. Did you hear me? It's not your fault. Are you listening? It's not your fault.
By Jen Phillipsabout a year ago in Poets
The Woodwork is Waiting
I nner belief shapes outer form. N othing matters— make that your norm. V anity is an undeserved luxury. I llusory value is demoralizing drudgery.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Free From Freedom
How can I say this? My mind caged as I witness— I'm... my only witness. On this day, these days, without forgiveness, I ask for forgiveness.
By Unspoken Wordsabout a year ago in Poets