sad poetry

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

What do you see?
You tell me you love me Tell me we have something special Tell me our love is like no other That others don't experience love like ours
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
The Things I'd Never Say. Content Warning.
The Things I’d Never Say By: H. M. Zike There are so many thoughts, a never ending stream of thoughts that I have, thoughts that I can’t say out loud. Thoughts that I can’t get rid of. Thoughts that repeat in my head like a never ending breaking news ribbon at the bottom of the television screen.
By MissyMarie about a year ago in Poets
The Girl Who Killed The Bees
The Girl Who Killed The Bees She was nine when she found the first hive, buried deep in the brambles behind the shed. A slow hum, low and golden,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Apotropaic
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous Happiness taunts us As our ego haunts us A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
And so I drink
people ask what happened a lot And my response every time is the same, You did something wrong and I’m trying to cope Followed my a gulp of whatever I’m drinking
By Bevabout a year ago in Poets
Unintended Sacrifices
Your voice and that sweetness melts me and my madness Your foot steps still knocking my head Oh gods take me instead Hope is my lie
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
To Better Living
To never learn the art of living well Such a sadness consumes one to think of it Be not consumed by the touch of the veil
By Jason Mortonabout a year ago in Poets
Pains of Release
You brought with you a new and gentle light Something happened to me that I never believed I would feel Every minute a wild and unfathomable delight
By Jason Mortonabout a year ago in Poets
Live in Harmony with Critters
Wake up, fellow humans, Don’t be slaves to your senses. You have five senses: Eyes, nose, ears, tongue, and skin. You seek pleasure
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Fire From Head to Toe
Bumps and scratches everywhere Skin on fire Sleepless night Who knew that this would lead to intense withdrawal Those pink pills, even the store brands, have power
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Journey-2
A journey without pain Is a journey without growth No reward for the champion No pride in survival If all is trifle How many times can one be made anew
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Is love truly love, if...?
Is love truly love, if it is not Velcroed to sacrifice? Is love truly love, if it doesn't ripple out on the lake of existence?
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets