sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
ONE LITTLE MISTAKE
Somethings are never shared. And remain in the heart. One little mistake And the life falls apart, Arrival of sadness And Happiness does depart.
Poetry's Golden Key: Unlocking the 12 Rules of Composition for Timeless Verses
Introduction Welcome to our comprehensive guide on the art of poetic composition. In this article, we will delve into the intricacies of creating timeless verses that captivate readers and evoke emotions. Whether you are a seasoned poet or just starting your poetic journey, these 12 rules of poetry composition will serve as your golden key to unlocking the true potential of your poetry. Join us as we explore the fundamental principles that will help you craft verses that resonate with readers for generations to come.
Lily CollinsPublished 11 months ago in PoetsI COULDNT UNDERSTAND
I couldn't understand why, at this stage In supposedly full of life, youthful age In a deep dark well, I find myself As I opened my eyes and became aware
Helloππ
I knew our story had reached the end when I looked into the eyes of my lover, and found a stranger staring back at me.
Laila and the Khalifa
The Khalifa said to Laila, "Art thou really she For whom Majnun lost his head and went distracted? Thou art not fairer than many other fair ones."
HEAVY HEART
I came to her to mend my ways She saw me as a worthless phase I lovingly told her to take some-time Have patience, peace, and a tranquil time
FABRICTED
We wear a grab, called ready-to-wear. Not on the bodies but on that thing called "mind" We claim to be the priests. When we articulate, words come out
AND SHE GREW UP
Once a child with nothing to care Radiant and sparkling walked through the street. Innocence dripped from the eyes, Worries at her feet.
THE DEATH
I realized time races, Everything around us quickly changes, Birds are freed from their cages, Strangers become familiar faces,
Fading Petals
In a small town nestled among rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Emma. With a heart full of passion and an artist's soul, she found solace in the strokes of her paintbrush and the vibrant colors that danced across her canvas. But beneath her outward creativity, a deeper longing residedβan unrequited love that silently consumed her.
Daniel Smith O.Published 11 months ago in PoetsI AM SORRY, DEAR ME!
I am sorry dear me. I never cared about you. I never heard your coo. Putting others above you was my fault Wheatear they deserve or not
Tear Drops
Tear drops fall from saddened eyes, A heart that breaks, a soul that cries. Each drop a story of its own, Of love and loss and being alone.
π½ππππ πΏππππPublished 11 months ago in Poets