sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Still Know My Way Home
________________________________________ 🎵 "Still Know My Way Home" I still know my old street name I thought I forgot, but it's the same Back when the skies were gray And they told us all to run away I was just a child back then But I could think like wiser men Our house stood by the alley side And I still see our neighbor’s pride She stood and cried, her voice was clear "Why should we leave what we hold dear?" "Why give them what we built in tears?" "This land is ours, not theirs to smear!" Oh, I would die for you, my land With empty hands, I’d make a stand The cowards bowed and walked in fear No soul, no truth, no honor near But she… she fell within a beat While voices rose out in the street Brothers rose and took the lead They knew just what the moment needs The world turned upside down again We were told to flee, to bear the pain Though years have passed and I'm grown tall I still recall it—through it all I may be far, I may be gone But I still know where I belong That door, that wall, that dusty road Still live inside this heart I hold I’d die again for you, my land With open arms, I'd take a stand No fear can steal what’s truly mine The truth survives the test of time And I still know my way back home One day, I swear, we will return The truth will shine, the fight will burn The truth will rise… again… again… Yeah, the truth will rise again.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
To Anna
In quiet corners of the day, Where light and shadow softly play, Your name drifts in, like whispered rain— A tender thought I can't contain. You are the pause the world forgets, A calm where all my noise resets. The hush between two heartbeats met, A song the soul won’t soon forget. Anna—like autumn in full bloom, With amber skies and silver moon. You carry storms and stillness too, A thousand skies inside of you. The way you speak, the way you stay, Even silence bends your way. You are a chapter never done, A verse that always just begun. If time should steal my breath one day, And all the stars are swept away, Know this: in every dusk and dawn, My love for you goes quietly on.
By Rakibul Islamabout a year ago in Poets
