sad poetry

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

A Choice. Content Warning.
He sat inside his darkness Sheilded by the light The soft glow that consumed him Deep into the night His bones a broken place
By The Darkest Sunriseabout a year ago in Poets
You Still Live in Parentheses
We never called it love. That would’ve made the unraveling too tragic, too simple. Instead, we collected time— in motel lampshades,
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
Heartbroken Beyond Rage. Content Warning.
You left my heart on the floor, shattered as if a tornado had ripped it open. Yes, I know I was already a mess, no, mental, even crazy;
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Be In These Times, I'm Asking... For My Kids
Please see these times— for my kids. Going down a very dark path, endlessly. Sometimes, I see actors amusingly. Following a ride, viewing the mountains. It only takes a passing, may harm being insensitive. Makes them run rampantly. I'm asking for my kids. 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
Nelly the Hoarder
Nelly the Hoarder Nelly lived at number four, papers stacked behind the door, bags of buttons, broken clocks, rusted keys in tangled socks.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Uncomfortable Truths. Content Warning.
I want to kill myself, but I won't. Are you uncomfortable now? I wish I was never born. Are you uncomfortable now? I wish I could end my suffering.
By Sage Silvaabout a year ago in Poets
The Places My Silence Lived
I used to fill the room with laughter, not because I was happy— but because silence knew too much. 🔴🔴🔴 Behind every smile was a door I never opened.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Will the rain ever stop?. Content Warning.
"Will the rain ever stop? An unseen storm ever-raging Revealed only by a teardrop Accompanied by the weight of constant failing.
By Rey Thorneabout a year ago in Poets
The Tragic Cost
** When freedom is too much to ask from molted feathers dabbed with wax Such is the tale of Icarus knowing enough and ignorance
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Breaking, The Burning
In the still, afore the rising sun, Many battles have left me undone, My world stands still, with nary a breath, My quiet heartbeat, flirting with death.
By Adora Hooperabout a year ago in Poets
Human Life
We are humans, guided by emotions, we do mistakes, we feel shame and hide, we feel guilt and fix, we fall in love, and turn soft,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
And so I said
Why not dream big? You'll only wind up dead. Life is meaningless, and, It's all in your head. So why not dare to be great?
By Taylor Inmanabout a year ago in Poets