sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Incessant Whispers
Darting thoughts, relentless, they invade my mind, Incessant whispers, tempting, I am confined. Stealing focus, like a thief in the night,
Amber BristowPublished 11 months ago in PoetsWord Restaurant
In the depths of darkness, a spark ignites, A flame of hope, to pierce the night, A poem of motivation, I shall write,
M.J. HUMPHREYPublished 11 months ago in PoetsLife is a game
Life is a game, or so they say, A game we all must play each day. But sometimes it feels like a cruel joke, A game where the rules are unknown.
Iheasirim MelissaPublished 11 months ago in PoetsEver Since They Gained Their Strength
Day by day In the evening after work Saturdays included, Thursday even earlier. Rusty, he drives to the tarven. At the same corner he parks his car
Sorrowful Rain Dance
In the pouring rain, we danced with glee, A tender moment, just you and me. Each drop a melody, on our skin it fell, But little did we know, it would bid farewell.
Obed Kairos GaorPublished 11 months ago in Poetssolid solitude
I brushed up against the criminal world and I was left all alone crooks of all kinds swept through my life like a hefty hurricane of special strength
Mescaline BrissetPublished 11 months ago in PoetsTo be glad
To be glad, It's not even sad Or mad I had my moments Here and there I had my doubts I had my times when I'm on the outs
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 11 months ago in PoetsUnrelieved Understanding
People’s thoughts. They’re confining. Always refining, outlining, and assigning. The good guy, when he is defining, is he always shining?
Kamden ShavlukPublished 11 months ago in PoetsFinal Farewell
In the realm of bittersweet goodbye, Where tears meet the edge of a sigh, A tale unfolds with somber grace, Of love's embrace in final trace.
Obed Kairos GaorPublished 11 months ago in PoetsSonnet: Whisk(e)y in Absence of Love
come Whisk(e)y/Whisk(e)y in the absence of love you’ve now been burned and burnished to perfection in your charred walls of barrel-rested slumber
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in PoetsEveryday Haiku 3
childhood's bugjar caught the glow of many fireflies in its cruel deathtrap
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in PoetsEveryday Haiku 2
a pair of sneakers hanging from a powerline: a gangmember's death
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in Poets