sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Escaped the darkness
In shadows dark, where nightmares breed, A tale untold, a heart to bleed, I stand before you, strong, unbowed, For in my voice, the truth avowed.
Jelil olalekan AfolabiPublished 11 months ago in PoetsSick Ghosts
Where do the ghosts stay at the hospital The sick who died without an even chance The patients who left without remittal Of diseased parts that pushed them the distance
Gerard DiLeoPublished 11 months ago in PoetsBoater's blues
Living amongst the flock trying to remain afloat while emotional waves sway, my fatigued facade frayed like the worn out rope
Kalina BethanyPublished 11 months ago in PoetsShadows of Remembrance
In the depths of sorrow, where shadows reside, A journey unfolds, where emotions collide. Loss leaves its mark, a wound deep and sore,
Hanna NelsonPublished 11 months ago in PoetsDesperate, scratch that
Getting high to escape the lows that my feelings will not let go holding their grasp tight around the clasp of my neck as I'm gasping
Kalina BethanyPublished 11 months ago in PoetsTainted Friendship
Within me dwells an insidious presence, A toxic friendship, casting shadows dense. Once filled with laughter and secrets shared,
Luna WritePublished 11 months ago in PoetsEmotional
Emotion—the vibrant thread that weaves the fabric of our humanity. It's what makes us truly alive, connecting us to the depths of our being. Emotions have the power to inspire, to heal, and to ignite a fire within us. They are the colors that paint the canvas of our lives.
Fears
I'm afraid of the dark, When the night gets quiet. I'm afraid of the drop, When the peak is reached. I worry about wealth,
Kristen HavemanPublished 11 months ago in PoetsEventide: A Haiku
Like the setting sun, Our time fades, preparing For new dawns to come.
Amber BristowPublished 11 months ago in PoetsTreasured Moments: A Haiku
A life so precious, Measured in treasured moments, Gone, in a heartbeat.
Amber BristowPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe Sweetness of Farewell
This moment is the last, My senses now at their peak. I'll take them in with every breath, And hold onto them, lest they should leave.
Amber BristowPublished 11 months ago in PoetsBigotry's Absurdity
Of bigots we thought we'd seen the last, In this modern age we move so fast, Yet they still persist, Oh, how they insist,
Amber BristowPublished 11 months ago in Poets