sad poetry

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

"Whispers Beneath the Moon"
On the curve of night, where silence bends, A soul sits still as the dark transcends. Upon a branch that dares to dream, He rides the hush of moonlight’s beam.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
The Tapestry of Life
I. The Dawn of Breath From silence sprung a whisper deep, Where stars and soil in cradle sleep, A breath was drawn, the first of flame,
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Can't You Tell That I'm Lying?
⚡⚡ "I'm fine." 💭 I'm not. "It's fine." 💭 It's not. "I appreciate you asking." 💭 Why ask when you stopped listening?
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
A Sudden Longing
It comes as a sort of longing most often in the black hours between three and five. I’ll wake from a dream, the only light, a sliver of street lamp, crimson
By L.A. Hancockabout a year ago in Poets
3 A.M.
Oh, there are many things I would precede with will you remember? Memories could bring us back to radiant days when we walked the city,
By L.A. Hancockabout a year ago in Poets
You Can’t Take It Back
You Can’t Take It Back You can’t take what’s been said back once it’s out, it stays not in the air but in the ear in the chest
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Dear Baby I Never Got To Meet.
1998, A year I will never forget, How could I? I was in pain, alone, and forgotten about; I remember sitting on that bench,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Gone.
One, Two, Three, Four, Watch you walk out the door. One, Two, Three, Four, A person vanished, no one saw. Like a crack in the road,
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Poets
Negligence Killed the Teenager
That’s Sol Duc waterfall, a fascinating place, in the deep rainforest of the Pacific Northwest. I remember the trek under
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Petals Against the Silence
Petals Against the Silence By Sahil’s Reflection She leans on stone that does not feel, A mask of time, so cold, so real.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Read My Legs, Read My Book
Nothings! Read my legs! Read my book—nothings! Just skin and bones. Nothing like “See Jane Run” or “Beep! Beep!” Nothing… But maybe if I were present, Jane would’ve won— …the book. But it’s too late! Now, Beep Beep. Beep Beep. In the library, I see— The Roadrunner. It won! It won! Without the ole coyote. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Cool Story, Bro.. Top Story - July 2025.
Gather your kids, baby, pull out that phone It's time for an update. Check your makeup, highlight those cheekbones Your audience awaits.
By Kenny Pennabout a year ago in Poets