sad poetry

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

Echoes of Tomorrow
The air is thick with unsaid words, A symphony of restless herds. I wonder, God, why peace delays, Through shadowed nights and sunlit days.
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Poets
How Do You Go On?
"How do you go on when the world is on fire?" You put one foot in front of the other... You keep your friends and family close,
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Poets
When You Had to Come Now
Dewdrops fell. The Sun hit them, just right, Before either one of us could see. . But only one could tell. About the timed decorum,
By Rachael Anraabout a year ago in Poets
TOXIC
Treat me like an option One moment I got your attention the next I don't X-ray vision on knowing how it will end Independent but acting like I am dependent on your attention
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
I'm important too
What does he give you that I don't Is what you used to ask When you would catch me And I never could quite tell you what
By Visionary Ghostwriterabout a year ago in Poets
One day you'll regret it
One day you'll regret it. You'll wake up and wish you Would have just played that game One day you'll regret it You'll beat yourself up thinking
By Visionary Ghostwriterabout a year ago in Poets
The Freed Consciousness
My mind wears a collar, but the leash lies loose behind. They tried to straighten my spine— mold it into silence, teach it a foreign grammar of obedience.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
The Crow on the Golden Cross
Today I shall be hollow I sit and search tomorrow Until the last horizon green Flashes in a morning scene Empty can be fullest life
By 竜鶴about a year ago in Poets
Friendship
That's how friendship is! During a battle, a soldier went to bring his injured friend back from the battlefield. His Captain said, "There's no use! Your friend will surely die."
By M.A.Rahmanabout a year ago in Poets
Pure White
You have me in the grey Similar to being in the dark But I can see a little Just enough to play delulu Like things are not that white and black
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
One Drop Left
I found it in the old box. Forgotten. Rusty cap. Smelled like old rain. I opened it. I shouldn’t have. But I did. One drop on my finger.
By Billys Zafeiridis about a year ago in Poets
A letter to Your Past Self
Dear 14 year old me, you don’t know it yet but you survive. Not just the people that dimmed your light but the quiet tears at night. You saw yourself as weak but you wore your pain like it was nothing. It was as if it was invisible;I remember how you felt.
By Unfilteredabout a year ago in Poets