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 Middle Of The Street
-was it Tuesday? Or maybe the ghost of it- Either way, I was halfway across the asphalt When your name hit the back of my teeth
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
Silence
Does my silence bother you? Does it offend you? Does it stir something deep within your soul? Silence. Does it eat away at you?
By Shai Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
'I Deserve Better'
The man has a top job, no dearth of salary, responsibilities largely over, all kids settled abroad in well-placed lives.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Loneliness
I heard that lonesome mountain. I felt that cold wind blow. Floating to the river's rhythm Was the cradle of my home. Love followed, and one day
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
What I Wouldn’t Carry
I was twelve And already tired of bleeding For things I didn’t break. Already mapping my bruises Like constellations- Trying to find some shape
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
Strigen's Forest. Top Story - July 2025.
Sometime in the hereafter In a kingdom once ruled by laughter But fear has since roamed the land And creativity has been banned
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
147 days. Content Warning.
i was hungry once. not how it is now, being three hours since my last meal, but hungry. i mean knelt to unforgiving grounds, prostrating and heaving involuntarily,
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Infertility Ruined Her Life
She was an all-rounder, cooked delicious food, and shared lovingly. She nurtured a lush garden, was very social, and smiled a lot—
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Misfit Toy
Be smaller, quieter Fit between the words Curl within the questions Vault upon the verbs - Be who we want The mold we make
By Emily McGuffabout a year ago in Poets
Silliness In Loneliness
If I have to demand the things that I need Then you're not the man for me I'd rather be lonely If I'm not a priority Silly little games
By Lashai Bowlingabout a year ago in Poets
Ink Stains on My Soul
They say words are just words—harmless things floating on pages like dust in sunlight. But I know better. I’ve felt them cut through silence, echo in my chest, and settle like ink stains on my soul—permanent, haunting, and oddly beautiful.
By Hanif Ullah about a year ago in Poets
Still Alive
Grief is the price you pay for the loss of those you love but this loss is too heavy on my heart I cannot fathom how my heart can carry all this pain and still beat
By Lauren Bartonabout a year ago in Poets