sad poetry

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

Make It Plain
On lock Limited access No code No key To the heart, the mind, and soul Not wasting time Not on wanted Love Not even on a wishful connection
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Into The Deep . Content Warning.
Things I never say * * I take off my sweatshirt My socks and my shoes That have covered the hurt I’ve got nothing to lose
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Truth or lies…
Tarnished! She leaned in, peered into the mirror’s mottled depths, then reared back disbelief washing over her Vanished!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
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By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A Loser In Your Game of Chess
What is this strange game of chess That has all of a sudden begun? A relationship turned into an ugly mess Once your king and you, my queen
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
The Eyes That Saw It Before Mine
You sent her this picture once, the same one you sent me — a frame where your smile sits softly, tilted, practiced, almost free. She saw you there first, before the filters, before the change. Before your voice curled around new names, new games, same stage. And now I sit with borrowed light, capturing something that felt brand new, only to find echoes of her reflection in you. Was it love when she received it? Or just a habit on repeat? Did her heart skip at the sight that now lies beneath my feet? I’m not asking to be first, just to be real — to know that this moment we share is something you still feel. But when your past clings to the present, when your eyes hold a ghost, I wonder who it is you miss the most. Don’t promise me originality in a pattern well worn. If this is love, make it reborn. Because I’m not here to relive someone else’s time not through the eyes that saw it before mine.
By M.SUDAIS about a year ago in Poets
Saidnamyzo
We look down on ye from the shoulders of gods For we have vanquished the usurpers that have kept mankind in chains for two thousand years
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In Case I Never Fall. Top Story - May 2025.
To My Parents My voice is sometimes clearer when written. Not tangled in sobs, not silenced by the weight of unshed tears.
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Poets
Vexed Feeling
A poem about being annoyed, frustrated, or worried / It’s that feeling that you can’t shake That creeping lurking feeling
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
I feel Like Not One of Them
I feel Like Not One of Them They nodded past me in the room like I’d come late, or dressed too plain They spoke in codes and smiled in groups
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Death And Grief.
Death sits with grief for a little while. He knows he has a hard job but the job that grief has is one not even he could ever endure.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
The Parchment And The Quill
The Parchment and the Quill This is no sonnet, no rhyme stitched to impress just breath held in ink, scratched down without dress
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets