sad poetry

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

A Raw and Emotional Poem of Love and Loss
I loved you loud and without fear, In every heartbeat, you were near. But love, it seems, can also burn— And leave behind no clear return.
By Muhammad about a year ago in Poets
I Discover You in Love.
Can I find you from street to street? Village to village, city to city. Where is my love beloved, hidden? You frighten me in my heart.
By Sandeep Sahooabout a year ago in Poets
Rabindranath Tagore: The Bard of Bengal
Rabindranath Tagore (May 7, 1861 – August 7, 1941) stands as one of the greatest literary and philosophical minds of modern India and a global cultural icon whose influence has transcended time, language, and borders. Born in Jorasanko Thakur Bari, the ancestral mansion of the Tagore family in Kolkata, Tagore was the youngest son of Debendranath Tagore, a leader of the Brahmo Samaj—a reformist Hindu movement. The Tagore family was a nucleus of cultural and intellectual life in 19th-century Bengal, providing young Rabindranath with a rich atmosphere of artistic experimentation, progressive thought, and spiritual inquiry.
By sadhin khanabout a year ago in Poets
I never feel lonely
I never feel lonely Except when I look at the stars And then I am not lonely for my own sake But for those little fires burning so far apart
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
The House That Remembers Me
The House That Remembers Me I went back to the house today It didn’t look at me But it knew The gate stuck where it always did
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Word Thief
The Word Thief He waits where quiet settles in Then slips beneatha writers skin He lifts a line, a twist, a sound And walks away, no dirt, no ground
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Wait
Wait I sat in the centre of a vast sea, wanting nothing more in this world than to be free. To get rid of these invisible shackles
By Noor-ul-Huda Nasirabout a year ago in Poets
Buried In Silence
Buried in silence The bones that break the heart that cries she cannot see the two-faced lies he feeds her nothing she eats his silence
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Burden from the Past
The burdens that come always make you regret The bad burdens that you remember in your head It is good to remember the past, even the bad days
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎
They said: find your voice, but mine crawled out from the cellar with scribble-stained teeth and a claws shaped like scream,
By Lou Holzabout a year ago in Poets
Swarm
I have a swarm of doubts in my head that constantly make me question everything. I find myself alone— just my reflection and me.
By Andrea Fabreabout a year ago in Poets
I CRY
I cry, because I don’t have any money in my bank account, I cry, because I’m worried about being put out of my home, I cry, because the struggles in life can be so hard sometimes that it’s hard to hold your head up high,
By CeeCee Whitfieldabout a year ago in Poets