sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
(The Weight of an Empty World) saad poetry
“The Weight of an Empty World” There was a time the world was gold, When every laugh was warm to hold, And I would trace your voice like light— A candle flicker in the night. You walked like you carried the sky, Like stars bowed low to pass you by. I was the witness to your flame, A soul untouched, then never the same. We spoke in glances, quiet tones, In secret smiles we carved from stone. Each day with you was poetry, A verse of life you gave to me. But then the days turned into grey, The colors drained, they slipped away. You left, not loud—but soft and slow, Like winter steals the evening glow. Your coat still hangs beside the door, As if you’ll wear it once more. I pass it like a fragile shrine, A relic from a brighter time. I cook for two, then toss the plate, I whisper dreams to empty space. The bed is cold, too big, too wide, It echoes with the tears I hide. I tried to write you endless lines, But ink runs dry on crooked spines. No words can capture what I lost, No rhyme can weigh this kind of cost. The world goes on, the people smile, Their laughter stretching mile by mile. But mine is broken, cracked in two— One piece with me, the rest with you. I visit places we once knew, The quiet park, the midnight view. I touch the bench where you once sat, The breeze remembers. I know that. I hear your voice in leaves and wind, In songs we swore would never end. Each lyric now a lullaby That rocks the parts of me that cry. And though they tell me “time will heal,” The wound still bleeds, the ache is real. I don’t want time to mend or close— I want the pain, because it knows. It knows the love that once was there, The way you tucked back strands of hair. It knows the nights you kissed my fears, And turned my silence into tears. So let me break and fall apart, Let sorrow live inside my heart. If that’s the price to have known you, Then grief’s a gift I’ll walk into. You were my once, my evermore, The dream that life was reaching for. And though this world feels lost, untrue, My heart still beats—for it knew you.
By Hazrat Umarabout a year ago in Poets
Tick Tock. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
This is part of Step into Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki After we connected with our ancestors, my dad, and her mom I thought how thin the veil is and how the earth is spinning faster, this had to be written. It is other, time zones, tick tock clocks of time & space, birth, death, and closed & open doors. This is truth, fiction, and science fiction written in words regarding living, and the fantasy of time.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Remember You
Sometimes I think about you. I think about it all. The warmth of that Summer and the way the clouds Pillowed just before a rain storm on a night of reflection. So full of the promise of something to come, something bad and Dark. Whilst looking so full and so, so Beautiful.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
Good Morning Poem with a Love Sweater 💞
🌅 Good Morning Poem with a Love Sweater 💞 In the hush of dawn, when dreams still cling, I hear your name in the robin's sing. The sunlight tiptoes through my room, And warms the silence, lifts the gloom. But nothing warms me quite the same, As thoughts of you—just whisper your name. So I reach for comfort, soft and true, My love-worn sweater that smells like you. Threads of warmth, a woven kiss, Each stitch a memory, each seam a bliss. I wrap it close, and in its fold, I feel your arms, both strong and bold. The breeze may chill, the world may race, But I still feel your warm embrace. Though miles apart or just next door, Your love’s the sweater that I adore. So good morning, love—may your heart be light, Like this sweater that holds me tight. You're the warmth in my every day, My morning sun, in every way. 💞
By Ali Asad Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
