sad poetry

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

🌫️ “Disappear, Gently” 🌫️
Sometimes, I wish I could disappear— Not forever, Just long enough To find my breath In a world that never stops moving. --- Not to break hearts, Or cause worry, Or spark whispers behind closed doors. But to step away From the weight Of being “fine.” --- I want to fold myself Into a quiet place— A rented room, A nameless town, A coffee mug warmed by silence And a window that watches rain fall Without asking why. --- No performance. No updates. No need to explain the ache Behind my eyes Or the heaviness that sleep won't fix. --- I don’t want to be lost. I want to be Unfound Just for a moment— Long enough to let go Of being dependable, Predictable, Strong. --- Let me wander, Not far— Just away from the noise That demands I always Answer. Always appear. Always smile. --- And when I return— Because I always do— I'll bring with me The softness I found In the quiet, The strength I didn't know I was allowed To rebuild. --- So if you don’t hear from me, It’s not the end. It’s a beginning I’m reclaiming In peace, Alone, And finally, Without apology.
By Firdos Jamalabout a year ago in Poets
Love in 8 Messages — And One Left Unsent
1. Drafted on: January 12, 2021 — 10:02 PM Hey, Elina. I know it’s been a while. I wasn’t sure if I should even message you. But today, I walked past the bookstore where you slipped your number into the back of that Murakami novel. I still have the receipt you doodled your smiley face on. Weird, right? I stared at it for a long time. Thought about how excited I was when I found it. Thought about you. Anyway… I hope you’re good.
By Musawir Shahabout a year ago in Poets
I Hear You
She lied to me when she said, “We suffer together, In our separate boxes. The walls made of grief, Pain and self-hatred.”
By A. Raphaelabout a year ago in Poets
Mornings
You hung yourself Strung yourself up Left this world a little quicker than us Now I am left by this four poster bed Wondering what I could have said
By Logan Stanislawabout a year ago in Poets
Ghosts
Ghosts are real. Haunted by something long gone, Dead, I haunt myself. Ghosts, they float in my room, Bouncing off the walls,
By Willow Sjodenabout a year ago in Poets
The Silence That Loved Me Back
I never knew silence could feel so heavy. It sat between us like a stranger—uninvited, yet impossible to push away. I wanted to speak.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Where the Silence Waited for Me
It didn’t happen all at once. There was no grand event. Just a slow quieting. A fading of noise—outside and inside. The world kept moving,
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Overweight Wife
The wife is overweight, nothing wrong with that, love is important, loyalty too. But we all know, which way the world leans.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The Room Still Breathes You
The Room Still Breathes You Your cup is still where you left it last, untouched, yet heavy with days gone past I keep it there — I don’t know why,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Things She Didn’t Forget
The Things She Didn’t Forget She didn’t forget the crack in the floor where rain slipped through in winter storms or how her mother’s hands would shake
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Remember Our Song
Remember Our Song You played it once, just once for me that quiet tune in minor key a whisper low, a secret kept that hummed beneath the nights we slept
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
No One’s Boy: The Passed Around Child
No One’s Boy: The Passed Around Child He was dressed in neat things, shoes that shone, jumpers pressed, fed at the right time,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets