sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Walking Dream
I wake up everyday, selecting my thoughts For if those scenarios are not monitored, I might as well head to Ward C There’s so much chaos that needs to be tamed, and it’s raging a war in my mind
Deserving of more
Determined as we were to see what we could be Inseparable in the times we had Silence became the only conversation we could have
Digital Overload
Digital overload Interruptive and intrusive Sucks you in Takes your time, Reality and creativity Are friends electric?
Paul StewartPublished 11 months ago in Poetshappy, yet angry
A light in the dark world, alone on this blue marble in space. Is this a euphemism for desire, to see the eyes on fire? Beyond all the physical emotions, you run around and believe love
Whispers of Heartbreak
In the depths of love's turbulent sea, where hearts once danced in harmony, There lies a tale of shattered dreams, a symphony of heartbreak's themes.
Just Bare It
Ah my lonely, hopeful, vacillating fellow writers… Nervously contemplating the ramifications of writing your truth Sharing it for a capricious world to see
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe Puzzle of Love
Sometimes love is like a puzzle, With pieces that don't quite fit. We try to force them together, But the picture never seems complete.
G.A.L. GracePublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe chronic devils
In shadows deep, where anguish dwells, A tempest roams, where pain compels. A heart ensnared by fiery throes, BPD, a torment only it knows.
To Overcome Stress
The mind wants something Sees the rest as a burden What haunts man is his mind Rather than others or events In general, the mindset of people is
Trapped soul breaks
In shadows deep, where hope resides, A restless soul, its spirit hides, Bound within a cage of doubt, A weary heart cries out.
Mohammad Sufyan ButtPublished 11 months ago in PoetsWhispers of the Heart
In the realm of love, where emotions collide, A fragile dance unfolds, where hearts confide. Whispers of affection, tender and sweet,
Hanna NelsonPublished 11 months ago in PoetsMY GREY HAIRS HAVE MANY MOTHER
MY My grey hairs are children of many mothers; they are an offsprings of a billion wombs. Do you know how hurtful it is, to nurture and feed for four years, a dove you brought in as pet, only for it to fly away, in escape to a fecund forest? Do you know what it means, to be the husband of your mother as a toddler, or the father of your siblings as an infant, because your father was an unreturned wanderer to the wondering clouds? Do you know what it means, when men rendered help only after, they had slithered like snakes, out of the sacred holes of your sisters' bodies? Have you had a taste of the salty-bitter water of tears? Do you know what it means, when the C.V you submitted some days ago, was used to sell egg roll for you? Have you ever entered into the forest of thoughts, only for its exit door to be closed? my grey hairs came out of the wombs of different mothers- my grey hairs are ageless burdens, that I carry on my head.
Okikiayo Joshua OLOTUPublished 11 months ago in Poets