sad poetry

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

White To Live
White noise is all I hear When you utter your hurtful thoughts White lights in every tear When I think of what you've taken from me.
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Death In Waiting
Waiting for the waves to stop roaring Only death brought peace The storm is over So is life No feeling No pain Numb No flesh
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Zipper Lipped
I didn’t tell them I’m trans that day, When people speak ill of others. It was stupid of me that way, But I do not stand up for my brothers.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Poets
When the Light Turns Off
I couldn’t sleep. The night hummed with a sound I couldn’t trace. A buzz that lived in the shadows— silent when light approached,
By The Soft Witnessabout a year ago in Poets
Not My Shoes
I kept walking until I finally arrived At a place that felt calm It forced me to dance To keep dancing until my shoes wore out
By dewi endangabout a year ago in Poets
Tired
Those sleepless nights Of back and forth Those endless fights Not giving in to sleep / The shadows in the dark Racing around my mind
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
God and Quantum Immortality
God and Quantum Immortality What is Quantum Immortality Quantum immortality is a thought experiment in quantum mechanics and the philosophy of physics. Purportedly, it supports the Everett many-worlds interpretation by means of a variation of the Schrödinger's cat thought experiment, from the cat's point of view. Quantum immortality refers to the subjective experience of surviving quantum mortality. This concept is sometimes conjectured to be applicable to real-world causes of death as well.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
The Art Of Letting Go
Letting go is not forgetting, But a sacred act of grace Not a silence born of absence, But a softer, wiser place. It is not the loss of memory,
By Muhammad Mehebub Alamabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers Beneath Pines and Petals
Whispers of the Mountain Beneath tall trees where mountains rise, A lake reflects the painted skies. A boy kneels low in flowers fair,
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
White
These precious pearls Hang around my neck Like a thoughtful gift One that would blind My pure fragile eyes With a radiant white shine
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
We Were Not the Ones. AI-Generated.
We were sixteen. She had the broken gaze of someone who wanted to fly. I had dirt and rage in my hands. We met at the corner where the world
By Cristanabout a year ago in Poets
That Quiet Beast
It's a beast sitting quietly on my chest, teeth dripping red, Claws digging deep into the arteries feeding my thoughts. It's such a skilled hunter, you know, able to so perfectly
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets