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 Hollow Tree
In the heart of a forest few dare to enter, there stands an ancient tree that does not bloom. It creaks without wind, bleeds sap as thick as blood, and whispers to those foolish enough to wander near. It is said that the tree is hollow—but not empty.
By Muhammad Tufailabout a year ago in Poets
The Loved Missed
I’m in and out Saving myself from going insane But embarrassed to leave things the same So I press the delete button on every messages that mention your name
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Vocals of Ocean
Vocals of ocean Voices are screetching Silence is echoing waves are shivering Throat is quivering Noises are answering
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
The Weaver of Veils
He sits, a weaver at his loom of lies, Each thread a whispered comfort, soft and deep. He shuts his eyes against the judging skies,
By Xavierabout a year ago in Poets
The Cartographer of Lost Places
He walks a city paved in fractured dreams, each crack a whispered echo of his name, though none who call it truly know the seams
By Xavierabout a year ago in Poets
A Farewell Letter
Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones Deck Prompts - Write a farewell letter. My Brother Tim My baby brother Tim Estey
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
A Poem from Death. Top Story - April 2025.
I sat with death and he set with me, I asked why he took all he did from me. He laughed and said he could've taken more, I stepped back and asked why'd he do that for.
By Amyabout a year ago in Poets
A Spiritual Painting Of Death
A Spiritual PaintingOf Death A poem, a spiritual painting, Where lost animals go to die Not with cries that tear the night,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Lost Lamb
The Lost Lamb She strayed too far from mother’s call, Chasing silence through the fall. The field was wide, the sky turned black,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Beast
Cold hands and bare feet, walking down the lip. Mouth shut, but eyes wide open, No word should be spoken. Nose smells the weight of despair,
By Ina Zeneliabout a year ago in Poets
Sex On The Beach At Night
Sex on the Beach at Night Sand in my hair, salt on my skin, Your hands rough, rushed, pulling me in. The tide rose fast. So did we.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Shadow of Grief
I live in the shadow of grief, Which twists and manipulates, Unraveling at the seams. It plays tricks A sound here, A shadow there.
By Erin Barteskiabout a year ago in Poets