sad poetry

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

Home
There is no place for me No place that feels like home I no longer have a safe haven No where to run where I feel safe I am lost, feeling utterly alone in this world
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
The Haunted Hotel Room
The Haunted Hotel Room The key was cold in my shaking hand, Room thirteen at the end of the hall. The carpet swallowed every step,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Hunger & Shame
Hunger & Shame Can you spare a bite to eat? My stomach twists, my hands shake, the kind of hunger that gnaws deep, leaving nothing but cold and ache.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Do Not Live a Half-Life
Do Not Live a Half-Life Do not love half-lovers, Do not entertain half-friends, Do not indulge in works of the half-talented.
By Kamel Saidani2 years ago in Poets
The Song Bird Lost It’s voice today
The Song Bird Lost It’s voice today The songbird sat with weary eyes, its throat too tired to sing or cry. No morning call, no sweet refrain,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Red Flag
You want to keep all the doors shut I think that says something about who you are Just like how you like your meat dead as a door nail
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Arms Race
Carry away the gossamer soul in arms unrecognized, Arms disproportionately strong from years of tugging Against the shackles of life, unmatched with the chest
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Burnt Releases
I’ve swept the ashes of your maybes from the corners of my skull. This house is holy empty now the locks glow, beautiful.
By Yasmine Lagras2 years ago in Poets
Indelible Cool
Absolutely crushed I am at the news Just an actor, sure Just another star but never faded But, Iceman, Batman Madmartigan, Doc H
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Of Metaphorical Vanity and Actualised Nothingness
broadly I'd say the heavy and unrefined brushstrokes of progress have forgotten my soiled and marred canvas a long-held sense of longing
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I Am But a Vessel. Content Warning.
I am but a vessel, broken, and crying Long gone are the days when I was thriving In my eyes, in my heart, I have lost hope
By Fay-Marie Digby2 years ago in Poets
To all on my vocal.media
Dear Supporters, Before last month's vocal.media problems, I had lots of friends commenting and likes, but as the problem got fixed, nearly all the people have gone. Is everyone getting my stories and poetry? It’s making me wonder; all the people I built a lovely thing with seem to have vanished. Where are you all? I miss you 😢 Please come back; I just want to know who is still getting my writing. Please comment; it’s very strange. Vocal fixed their problems but support drops ♥️♥️♥️
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets