sad poetry

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

Mare. Content Warning.
Come, my maiden fair Come back to me With the speed of a prayer How I yearn for thee For what was lost Never can be regained
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
The magician’s cloak
The Magician’s Cloak You wear it often. In fact—always. And they expect you to. Always sitting in their seats, Waiting for the performance of a lifetime.
By Mischief Muchanetaabout a year ago in Poets
Put Your Head in My Lap. Top Story - June 2025.
Lie your head in my lap Nestle it close to my belly My arms will keep you safe ‘Til your last moment * * * Stay close to me, my baby,
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Poets
Rumbling Through My Thoughts
So many rules cosplaying exceptions So many broken hearts mascarading as healed So many naive acting like gurus So many fearful playing fearless Oh to be lost and found by lost souls that pretend to be found It's like being loved by someone on their last straw, they'll be your last straw Try try try again, not with my heart...I beg Try Try try again, not with my mind...I plead Try try try again, by yourself this time By myself this time Echoes of righteousness, I wish were mine Humming of abundance, I hear from afar. Don't mind me, I'm just rumbling through my thoughts Rumbling through you Hoping to stumble upon the answers
By Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke (Fadzo) about a year ago in Poets
Virtual ward care and me
A Little Note From Me Dear friends, I wanted to let you know why I’ve gone a little quiet. Last week, I had a frightening health scare — a panic attack on the phone with my brother turned into something more, and I ended up in hospital overnight. They found that my heartbeat was out of rhythm, and while most tests came back fine, there was a concern that needed follow-up. I’m now on medication and home on a virtual ward, being monitored closely.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Dinosaurs' Last Dawn
In five hours, Just after midday, The sky will become an orange blaze. Ash will choke the sauropods. Rock will strike the pterosaurs.
By caitodoesstuffabout a year ago in Poets
Things You Can't Say Out Loud
Are there words you can not say? It seems we say them anyway Cruel and crass, a venomous poison A toxic gas, followed with verbal spasm
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Become Invisible
Love reigns no more Only Detachment Anger Abuse Shame Sorrow Best to become invisible But how? You are found When hiding, hushed and haunted
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
Fancy o Sick (or: A Brief History of My Innards)
dirt dirt stained grained she spins me round, ingrained and restrained like a rotisserie chicken derailed, resailed in a dirty, rat-infested
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
the way i climbed
I was handed the map folded wrong, Told to run before I knew how to fall, Shoes too tight, dreams stitched uneven. No one warned me the stairs would wobble—
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of My Tongue
there’s a storm that lives right behind my teeth not loud, not always but it waits i try to hush it with tea and silence with books and breathing but it don’t always listen
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Fire I Became
There's ash falling around me The sky alight with orange flame The flame, devouring everything I see Consuming all your shame
By Kelabout a year ago in Poets