sad poetry

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

Litany of the Mirrorfire
You came to me not as salvation, but as recognition— a mirror lit by fire, a voice that made silence kneel. Your shadow touched mine like a vow.
By Makayla Smytheabout a year ago in Poets
𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎
1 . The Liar They say it started with a joke, Just a whisper passed like smoke. He twisted truth to make it bite, A harmless story turned into spite.
By Lou Holzabout a year ago in Poets
The greedy
greed has no tits or balls, just hunger. hunger for more. more than you. more than yesterday. more than everyone. I’ve seen womens
By Javier about a year ago in Poets
Shakespeare: The Timeless Legacy of a Literary Genius
A name synonymous with literary brilliance, William Shakespeare has been considered one of the most influential figures in literary history. Shakespeare's work was born in Stratford, Apon Abon in England in 156 and has been captivating audiences for over four centuries after his death. His works, poetry and sonnets transcend time, language and culture, offering windows to human experiences that are relevant today, just as they did in the Elizabethan era.
By Abrar Siddikabout a year ago in Poets
Copy Creep
Copy Creep Just a mere glitching beep Of me when you take my words Regurgitate them Like some serve Without me you are
By Seashell Harpspring about a year ago in Poets
tattoo this on my heart. Content Warning.
end days in these quarantine times, staring at floorboards uneven. while mother lies dying, intractably morose, i count the times i've been here before–
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
The World And Our Universe Are No More
The world And Our Universe Are no more The stars and moon turned off their light, The sun went cold, the sky turned red. Mother Earth was shattered to dust,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
"Not Just Words"
Someone once said, "Your poems are too sad." And I smiled quietly— thinking, what would they know? They see only the ink,
By Ellieabout a year ago in Poets
When the Ground Disappeared
Again It started like any other day, With sunlight weaving through my window, Shoes tied tight, Dreams packed beneath my coat.
By Leesh lalaabout a year ago in Poets
A Perfect Disguise
If only I had been paying attention, I would have realized you only had ill intentions, But you had a perfect disguise. You were a friend to me,
By Andre The Firstabout a year ago in Poets
The Ivory Kings
The Ivory Kings In a land where tall trees grow, Elephants walked, proud and slow. They ruled the land, strong and wise,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The silence beyond the window 😔
March 6th, 1864 – Charleston, South Carolina The wind whispered through the rose-laced curtains of the Ashmore estate, carrying with it a scent of coming rain. Miss Evelyn Ashmore, a girl of seventeen, sat quietly at her oak writing desk, gazing out of the towering window. Her golden gown fell around her like spilled honey, but her heart was heavy, a prisoner beneath the silk and lace.
By Afia Khanabout a year ago in Poets