sad poetry

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

The Quiet Between My Words Screams the Loudest
The Quiet Between My Words Screams the Loudest I have never been the loudest voice in the room. I’m the one who pauses before I speak, who weighs every word, who often bites her tongue and lets others take the space I was never taught to claim. People think quietness means peace. That silence means agreement. That the absence of words equals the absence of thought.
By Hamidabout a year ago in Poets
Stolen Pleasure. Content Warning.
Desire sits resting on my chest Quiet and patient while I rest My slumber filled with technicolor dreams of exquisite pleasure
By KarayaNi Trismegistusabout a year ago in Poets
The house breathes, but i don't
The clock ticks louder when no one speaks, i hear every rain drop trickle every floorboard creek shadows look bigger, darker, ominous, leering over as if to whisper hello my love I'm here
By AmynotAdamsabout a year ago in Poets
A Poem About Sadness
Sadness. Lately, you’ve plunged into the depths of the ocean. The ocean made of your own tears. You’re soaked. Dripping in those tears. You wish you could swim to the top, but you can’t, you’re drowning. Nobody else understands your sadness. You stay underwater, in peace, where nobody will hear you.
By Liam Haylesabout a year ago in Poets
God Forgot to Make Me Gentle
"A raw and emotionally powerful short story about a woman shaped by pain, survival, and defiance. “God Forgot to Make Me Gentle” explores the journey of someone who was never given softness but forged strength from the storms she endured. A bold reflection on trauma, identity, and what it means to be unapologetically real in a world that demands silence. Perfect for fans of feminist writing, emotional resilience, and authentic storytelling."
By Syed Umar about a year ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Note to self: Do NOT cheer yourself up with a fry-up!
Note to self: . Do NOT cheer yourself up with a fry-up! . Do NOT cheer yourself up with an unhealthy fry-up! . Do NOT cheer yourself up with an empty-calorie-laden fry-up!
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout a year ago in Poets
NOSTALGIA FIRE
tug, relentless, at these bars whirlpool memories, shooting stars sparkling light strikes as worlds fly past the apple of my eye
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Ink Pen
I wish I could write poetry as deep as the emotions buried deep within my soul A poem that will make you feel every droplet of rain
By Bixi Hernandezabout a year ago in Poets
You-16
So many days I wept over you You thought I leapt over you But in reality I didn’t know what to do My heart has been kept by you
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Regression
My eyes are bleary, my head — heavy. I tried not once, but thrice to compose myself, to fight the tide, to compose the words for the
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Illusions of You
Your words made me feel impenetrable, But reality grounded me. Hoping that you would build a space of peace, But it withered away like an illusion.
By Nyesha Moniqueabout a year ago in Poets