sad poetry

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

I love you, but do you love me?
I love you, but do you love me? I love you like the fish love the sea. I love you— I am your fish, and you are my sea.
By willow urbanabout a year ago in Poets
Why me?
why me? why am i the one who always takes the fall, carrying burdens too heavy, standing alone through it all? why do the whispers always have my name?
By willow urbanabout a year ago in Poets
Fat Cats Who Run Our Country
Fat Cats Who Run Our Country Fat cats get fatter on silver-plated lies, spinning silk from the throats of the ones they despise.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When the Light Forgot My Name
The wind no longer whispers me your name, The stars don’t flicker quite the same. The sky is wide, yet far too still, Since you are gone, and time won’t heal.
By muqaddas shuraabout a year ago in Poets
Uncertain
Yellow belly wilts sometimes it snows in April your wavering love
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
What for
When will I begin I watch, I wait, I wasted There goes another
By Aoife’s stories about a year ago in Poets
Fading. Content Warning.
Do you hear what I hear? Perhaps you’re attuned to a different tune? You’re just like the rest, another stat I carve in the wall,
By Sibley Shamraabout a year ago in Poets
Why Me?
Why me? That's all I ever ask. Just why? You all go home and bask, In the love granted by others, But do I get any of that?
By Adriana Wilder about a year ago in Poets
A Lingering Memory
A Lingering Memory In a sunlit meadow where laughter was good, We danced in the fields, our hearts understood The gentle breeze whispered secrets so sweet,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A Poem Just To You
A Poem Just To You I wrote you this poem just for you, my dear. For my soldier out there, I will always hold near. When you wear that brave uniform, strong and proud,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The End
It was the beginning of the end In a breath he said Make it so And thus it was The archon looked upon all creation And in the sweep of hand
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
You Don’t Like Me
You don’t like me You only like the fiction in your mind You don’t know me You only show me the likable version of you Show me your monster
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets