sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
"Alone in the Darkness"
Alone in the darkness, I sit and I cry, Tears flowing freely, with no one nearby, My heart heavy and burdened, with a weight I can't bear,
Mohammad MohibPublished about a year ago in PoetsWisdom Teeth Removal
Searching and searching the holes Feeling for something that has to be there Something that has long gone missing Determined for nothing to turn up something
Dakota Love DanglerPublished about a year ago in PoetsDearest Beloved
Dearest Beloved, There are days I want to die. Days I wish you’d notice, There are days I don’t want to try;
Aaron Michael GrantPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Lightning Pole
Across the road from my home, Perched atop a lightning pole, Sits a red-tailed bird, motionless, Patiently scanning all around.
Muhammad Nasrullah KhanPublished about a year ago in PoetsYou were My Song
You were my song, I sung it with my heart, Each note a beat that echoed true, The melody, a perfect work of art, A symphony that only I knew.
Muhammad Nasrullah KhanPublished about a year ago in PoetsShe is a Poem of Eliot
Every night at a pub, I see her, the girl with the blond hair and blue eyes, a beauty to behold. Her gaze draws me in,
Muhammad Nasrullah KhanPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe star
Every once in a long while In every round that matches round A little star flashes its light * I see it with my little eyes
Missing in the Stars
Dear Jonathan, I miss you. I miss all those late night talks we never got. The ones where we'd joke around about girls your age and how many of them have crushes on you. The ones where you would tell me your biggest fears and dreams and we'd look at the stars together trying to ponder how we got where we are.
Dear Brady
Dear Brady, I know you will not read this. However, I feel compelled to write this letter anyway. Teachers lie. They say they do not have favorites but they do, pretending to be impartial like the inner workings of a computer
Heather DownPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe slave who Boxed and shipped himself
My dear Henry Box, My heartfelt condolences and admiration for your fortitude and strength of character. As I reminisce on your life, I am filled with wonder and awe at the lengths you had to go to in order to gain your freedom. A man who wass willing to live, sacrifice or die for what he truly believed in. I wanted to consider you a hero, but unfortunately, other disturbing information has come to light.
Novel AllenPublished about a year ago in PoetsSigned With Regret
Dear William, I find the asymmetrical features of your face to be equally rugged and sexy but there is also a sadness there, I want to spend hours kissing away
Erin BarteskiPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Bird Came To Me
After a long and freezing winter, A bird came to my window singing. Its sweet melody woke me up, saying, “See life is beautiful, there is always a spring after autumn.”
Muhammad Nasrullah KhanPublished about a year ago in Poets