sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Long Live The Fighters
There he be, the man at the end of the bar, Never fear friends, he doesn't often travel to far, His story a mystery that has yet to be shared,
Jason Ray MortonPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe Gift of Small Acts: A Journey of Kindness
In a bustling city filled with towering buildings and hurried footsteps, there lived a young woman named Lily. She was a quiet observer, keenly aware of the world around her, and her heart yearned to make a difference. Lily believed in the power of small acts of kindness—a smile, a helping hand, or a listening ear—and she longed to spread compassion wherever she went.
- Content Warning
DIABOLICAL
I AM NOT YOU! YOU CALL ME THIS! YOU CALL ME THAT! BUT I’M ONLY A PROJECTION OF WHAT YOU SEE IN YOURSELF! STOP INCLUDING ME IN YOUR HATE SPEECH!
Isis LyonsPublished 11 months ago in Poets (Im)permanence
I walk around this neighborhood And wave at people who know my Face but don't know my name, (which is fine) but someday I have to
Bex JordanPublished 11 months ago in PoetsA very short noon
I sat on the terrace, watching as people walked like ants scurrying for the next objective. They are examplary beings. Boredom clear as day on my face, something caught my eye. In the middle of the scramble, I saw the figure of a woman using the arm of a young man as walking stick. Her back arched, shoulders trembling, her steps as a tortoise. Her faced sagged, body faded like an overwhelmed clothe, skin folded like an hurriedly wrapped book.
KOMO BANTONPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe Death of Us
The echoing voices in my mind Sound a lot like you Repeating all the things You said that we'll do. Your ring still sits on my nightstand
Andre The FirstPublished 11 months ago in Poetswas walking
i went walking with you when my world was just black and white we whispered under the willow by the big pond you know
Bryan Prince
Note: I wrote this several years ago when Bryan Prince, Bookseller, was voted the best independent bookstore in Canada in 2001. This was a very striking idea for my sense of my hometown. I was quite proud that it was being recognized (I sold my first self-published collection of poetry there). Unfortunately, they closed in 2018 after almost thirty years in the business (there is now a store called King W. Books there).
Kendall DefoePublished 11 months ago in PoetsIt's summer, and there's sunlight here,
...golden enough to kintsugi this city. under the sun, there is nothing to hide, there is nowhere to hide, unless you cast a shadow.
Mesh ToraskarPublished 11 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
Lifeline
Hi there I know you're busy But could you please pick up the phone? I know you're there I trust that you care But I can't stand to be alone
Sian N. CluttonPublished 11 months ago in Poets sorry, I can't
"Do you love me?" he asks "I don't think I can." I replied "Why, why can't you love me? Aren't I enough? I will always be there to brighten your darkest days, make you smile when your frowning, keep you warm when its cold, be your antidote when your ill, lend you my whole heart when yours is broken, uplift you when your weak, pick you up when you've fallen, give you my life when yours is mess and lastly I would allow you to take my sanity and innocence because I belong to you and it should as well. " he answered wholeheartedly.
you will always be my first
You were my first but never my last. you took my breath away and broke my heart in two i loved you with all i had,