sad poetry

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

Heavy. Content Warning.
There’s a heaviness that entangles my chest and knots my stomach when he comes around. A sickness that encompasses my soul, a fastening to get away. The nausea I am left feeling eats away at the lining of my stomach. He looks at me but I look through him.
By Christina Ravlichabout a year ago in Poets
Omer 4 - devil at the crossroads
New skins for old souls, new paint for old homes, in search of an easy way to forget the weary, tired road. Patience and trust
By Chaia Leviabout a year ago in Poets
Memory's Grove
The leaves don’t fall the way we think not all at once, nor always gold. Some drop without a sound or blink, and some hang on against the cold. I’ve walked among the thoughts I kept, like windfalls soft beneath the pine- some bruised with time, some sweetly slept, and none of them were wholly mine. A voice, a face, a half-worn coat once hanging by the cellar stair. They rise like smoke within the throat, to vanish in the thinning air. There’s peace, perhaps, in letting go, though bitterness keeps closer still. We lose the words we never caught- they echo, then they never will. No grave for thought, no stone for ache- just snowlight on a window frame. The past is not a path we take, but one that follows just the same.
By Adam Zabout a year ago in Poets
When Love Wants to Fix What It Can’t
I'm so worried, I'm so exhausted. I'm so tired, I'm so scared. I wish I could fix things. Nope, you can't. It's not yours to fix.
By Xine Segalasabout a year ago in Poets
I failed to kill death. Content Warning.
A dream was how it all began To killeth death, I must be mad Lost in Dreamscapes, weapon a key It was no use in the end, you see?
By 竜鶴about a year ago in Poets
The House that Regret Built
The welcome mat read "repentance welcome" barely visible on the doormat as if spoken like a whisper. I stepped through doorways framed with disappointment
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
True Leaves. Content Warning.
Back against the wall. . The thoughts that brewed under the clouds, In the fog of a cold but gentle winter of grey, Live now underneath the dappled sunlight.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
When I die
When I die when my coffin is being taken out you must never think i am missing this world don't shed any tears don't lament or
By SAQIB AKRAMabout a year ago in Poets
Cold Beds
Come to bed my love, And reintroduce me, To the man I married, All those years ago. Lie with your wife, Embrace our devotion,
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
Time to Reframe
I guess I should feel lucky then; no more precious time wasted. I'll be glad to be on my way then, Ain't no use in feeling jaded.
By Sara Wynnabout a year ago in Poets
Omer 2 - of figs and skulls
of figs and skulls, of blood and love, in nature of nature, lies the stories, knowns, persons. which yields fruits still begets death;
By Chaia Leviabout a year ago in Poets
ViOLET
She wasn’t a rose— no, never that soft kind of pretty. She was violet: quiet, dusk-colored defiance growing from the cracks
By Melanieabout a year ago in Poets