sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
"Dancing with Distraction
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Literary fusionPublished 11 months ago in Poetsg h o s t
deleted and dismissed, you've got me isolated once more, distracted, strung out like a junkie trading tricks for one last score.
Heather HublerPublished 11 months ago in PoetsMind on a Ride
Dawn approaches while crusted ashes consume my lashes Incessant is the tear that shed the drear, dried in the night as the Sun consumes with light
Nina SextonPublished 11 months ago in PoetsWhy give up?
In the depths of doubt, when shadows loom, A flickering spark begins to bloom. It whispers softly, a gentle call,
moonlight rsaPublished 11 months ago in PoetsLove
I hope you know I'll never let you go. I love you with all my heart, even though now we'll always be apart. But mentally,
Rene PetersPublished 11 months ago in PoetsWriting in The Dark 🔦 📝
I smeared my sentiments All over the door So once it is shut I don't have to cry anymore... I scribble devotion All over my walls,
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 11 months ago in PoetsDoctors Remedy RX
Diagnosed with an illness In just a matter of minutes Suddenly, I was told, here, hang on, Take this, once, twice, or three times a day if you need to
Kim BoudreauPublished 11 months ago in PoetsDistraction
Didn't I Say This is it Real life doesn't play out like this All these mirages in front of our eyes Cease to exist when we aren't by each other's sides
This Poem is Political
Doom dances dangerously direct; Infinite insults insinuating ironic invitations. So, sometimes seething seriously soothes souls (but)
Ashley LimaPublished 11 months ago in PoetsNegative Self Talk
Defiantly trying to push through the hard stuff. I refuse to put time and energy into things I can't control. Standing solo, facing the crowd in my head, head-on.
Ashley LimaPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe Damned Carnival
In this godforsaken circus of misery, we dance, we writhe, From the cursed cradle's act to the grave's final sigh. Life's a grotesque freak show, each soul a miserable clown,
Wanting You to be Okay
Dad, while I was sleeping, I heard you quietly Say that you worry about me, and That you want me to be okay. Rather than try
F Cade SwansonPublished 11 months ago in Poets