sad poetry

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

What Honesty Sounds Like
In the end, we're all sad stories with social security numbers Collecting fake smiles and sympathy that eventually, nobody remembers
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of the Playground
The swings still move with a gentle breeze, But no small feet now touch the trees. The chalk-drawn roads have faded away,
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Beneath the Waves
I know it’s time to let you go to allow your presence to fade and to mourn your transformation from reality to memory. I know it’s time to let you go,
By CurlSmilesabout a year ago in Poets
If Found, Please Call...
It's gone. Lost in time forever. And nothing less than I deserve. I failed. Every day since then. All because I couldn't find the words.
By Cypher Robinsonabout a year ago in Poets
The Wrong Version. Runner-Up in Things You Can’t Say Out Loud Challenge.
I was supposed to say yes. To the city, to the open mic, to the boy who called me fire. To the late-night bus and the wrong job and the solo apartment
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Poets
Marriage to the Minotaur
As I construct a white wall A labyrinth of linen, draped Boil-washed and bleached to the bone Pure as an eggshell You appear outside
By Angela Goldsmith Author @Waterstonesabout a year ago in Poets
I Remember Forgetting
I can’t remember what I said last December, The past slips fast from my hands. When I dive into the deep recesses of my mind,
By caitodoesstuffabout a year ago in Poets
Pools of Fire
My pen has been set ablaze My soul, tested in the fire It has come out purified A pool of burning Ink and desire Every word saturated with
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Discourage
You messed up You missed your goal You give up You take the L This is your life A failure - Who you’ve become Get up and start over
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
Love and Porcupines
Love and porcupines Go together like cyanide and wine A deliciously disastrous embrace Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Missed Signals
they said “She’s quiet today.” But they didn’t ask why. They said “She's tired lately.” But didn’t ask what from. They said
By Jaci about a year ago in Poets
A Voice Calling Me Home
The silence is deafening. I go to speak, but the words tangle and drown in my throat. The things left unsaid are buried deep inside of me.
By Jaci about a year ago in Poets