sad poetry

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

The empty swing
The Empty Swing An empty swing sways in the lonely park, A rusty requiem in the fading dark. No child's bright joy, no laughter in the air,
By Francisca about a year ago in Poets
The ghost of yesterday
The Ghost of Yesterday The rain falls like tears, a mournful gray, Mirroring the ache that will not go away. I walk through rooms where laughter used to bloom,
By Francisca about a year ago in Poets
The Gypsy Curse
The Gypsy Curse One quiet night, under stars so bright, A gypsy tied his horse, snug and tight. Well-fed and weary, the stallion slept,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I Share In Your Tears
I share in your tears— A quiet echo of your pain, Each drop a testament To love that still remains. I know your nights of longing,
By Sam Hudginsabout a year ago in Poets
The Self-Critic
My work here is done! only lasts for a mo, as the mind starts to groan under weights of its own How could anyone read such a nonsense as mine;
By Simon Aylwardabout a year ago in Poets
Darkened Grief.
No one ever truly heals from grief. It’s a forever thing. We might go on smiling, laughing, and enjoying the sun on our skin, but inside, there’s a darkness that even the brightest light can’t reach. Grief is a constant—like a dark cloud swirling inside us, always waiting to strike. It’s like lightning, or a snake hidden in the bushes—silent, patient. Grief waits for the perfect moment to knock us off our feet.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Falling for You… Again and Again
Falling for You… Again and Again Every Time Feels Like the First Time An Endless Cycle of Love Story The first time I saw you, the world slowed. Your laughter was a melody I couldn’t forget, your smile a spark that lit up the room. I fell fast, helplessly, as if gravity had shifted and you were my only center.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
Ink Beneath the Skin
I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
By Nihal Khanabout a year ago in Poets
"The Eyes That See"
I sit at my desk, lost in thought, eyes blurred with quiet tears. Why is it that I can see the pain in others— no matter who they are?
By Ellieabout a year ago in Poets
May God Strike Me Down Dead
May God Strike Me Down Dead The sky cracked open as thunder rolled over the fields, drowning Ruth’s scream. “May God strike me down dead if I’m lying!” she shouted, her voice raw with years of silence. She stood soaked in rain and fury, eyes locked on the family gathered at the edge of the pasture. They had turned blind eyes and deaf ears for too long.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
You Can’t Take It With You When You Go
You Can’t Take It With You When You Go Uncle hoarded each coin like a tightwad, counting in silence, dreaming of tomorrows.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Don’t Be Sad
Don’t be sad, the sky still turns, The stars still shine, the fire still burns. Even on days the light feels small, The sun remembers, after all.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets