sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
black paint
the world is on fire and i would watch it burn if only it wasnt my world if only it wasnt mine mine mine going up in rainbow flames
Brittany MacKeownPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Scourge of God
You punctured too many holes into my heart. I had to carry in my arms like a sieve. I had to go numb worse than novocaine to preserve myself. I was forced to realize that we had simply run out of time. A prison made to keep us together out of nostalgia. I had my illusions but you completely shattered them. You had to prove you could do better than me. But loyalty cannot be bought, it can only be given. What drove us together was a spark that quickly dwindled. We called it love but settling resembles hope too much. You were too far away even when you were right beside me. I didn't want you closer, I wanted you to be something you could never be. You weren't searching for the truth like I was, you just wanted to cover up your mishaps. You couldn't fill the holes you created so you found a clean slate instead. The chasm in between just caused more space to ignore. You're no longer any of my concern. You told your lies in order to survive. I had to levitate myself in order to burn. Two worlds divided in order for us to finally die. I don't know when but this lesson has got to be learned. You were the salt in the wound I didn't think I deserved. You tried to take credit for all the accomplishments I knew I would earn. This pain isn't mine anymore, now it's your turn
Anna TorresPublished 5 days ago in PoetsIn My Heart
In Busy streets of World and dark forests, You are in my Heart In the last station of my journey, You are in my Heart In the fragrance of morning flower blosoom,
Petter JohnPublished 5 days ago in PoetsPit of Doom
Memories of us are just hazy and incoherent. A myriad of conflicting personalities and pretentiousness. This is the end of all verses that have run of fuel. We have reached the pinnacle of martyrdom. I wanted you to try as much as I did but that proved to be out of your reach. I always strained more and further out than your body ever could. Our engine ran on hope and four flat tires. Our locomotive couldn't find the best route so we drove blind anyways. It's like you threw us down into this pit and wondered why I kept trying to escape. I wanted you to want to escape with me. To change every flaw in your corrupted design and be what you were supposed to be. Heaven forbid we change ourselves to accommodate who we claimed to love. Isn't that what love is supposed to be? How could I have accepted you as you were when I couldn't even accept myself? There's no hand reaching me to help me out of here. In order to get out, you descended and dug even deeper. You found the coward's way out and I salute you for it. Leaving me in this doom forced me to introspect. What could I do differently that I ever tried before? Why can't I just accept your resignation and be at peace with your departure? No, I must prove to myself that your retirement from this hell would not be the end of me. Just because you absconded into the twilight does not mean I was going to wait for you until dawn. I have renounced my oath and am loyal only to myself now. My memory will eventually forsake you but for now, this abdication is what drives me forward. No magical staircase was built but a rope was painstakingly made to climb out of here. This pit of doom no longer has any room for me. It has weakened its jaws and released its grip on me. You can make a prisoner out of someone else. I am no longer willing to be that sacrifice anymore. The void that is you got left behind. I can't hear your echoes anymore, I will pay them no mind
Anna TorresPublished 5 days ago in PoetsA Bath
I’m not sure why, but when I find myself paralyzed from depression, all I can bring myself to do is sit in a tub full of hot water.
BrettNotGregPublished 5 days ago in PoetsYOU'RE GONE
You’re gone And when I look up at the sky You're wearing a rainbow like a tiara It makes me smile A small, sad smile
- Top Story - May 2024
The Statistic
I can’t move today. Why is this cycle so vicious? Every potentially meaningful moment is promptly thrown away. Will I be a statistic?
BrettNotGregPublished 5 days ago in Poets - Top Story - May 2024
As The Sun Rises
As the sun rises casting its morning glow, I stand at the edge of the sea, shrouded in darkness, My mind feels the shadows of a depressing low.
Carol TownendPublished 5 days ago in Poets My Black Parade
As I march through the ashen halls of my mind Many things I do find Things that hurt Things that bite Things that got me through the night
The neighboorhood of houses
The neighborhood of houses was desolate with arrows Her features became clear next to the city The arrows dragged their tails on it
el hariti adilPublished 5 days ago in PoetsYew Wood Doors
Before my eyes, a door is arranged from shadows—crafted of rich yew wood, inviting yet pressuring simultaneously—and I am hesitant to make contact with the brass knob and fall through to new shadows. I never do know if I can stomach mysteries that approach with such ease. Although I have to know what's there and when I look behind me, no candle beckons. I may hope the door will lock behind me. I know I have no key to return but perhaps one will glisten in the fog for me and I'll be allowed to open more yew wood doors on the other side.
Andi LeighPublished 5 days ago in PoetsWHY HUMANS ARE AGAINST HUMANS
GOD MADE MANY CREATURES THESE COUNTLESS CREATURES ARE JUST FOR THE SERVICE OF HUMANITY. THEY ARE THE SOURCE OF FOOD