sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Love's Promise
Love's promise I make to you, A promise to love and cherish, With every moment we share, My love for you will never perish.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsLove's Journey
Love's journey we will take, A journey of love and life, With every step we make, Our love like a never-ending drive.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsSomewhere
As long as the breath of life lasts, somewhere there will be happiness and somewhere there will be quarrels. Somewhere relations will be made from the inner heart
play dead
I play dead Like the opposum When the lights get Too bright The threat of the wind To wipe out What I’ve built I used to be
Moyana GebhardtPublished about a year ago in PoetsLove's Magic
Enchanted by your love, I am swept away on a magic dove, Your touch sets my heart ablaze, A love that always stays.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsSmiling Faces, Hidden Pain.
A smiling face, Not normal Many deep secrets are hidden in it. Grief Hate Anger Weeping Dear Concern Pain
Serendipity Love
In a world of chance and fate, Our love was meant to create, A bond that nothing can break, A love that forever will take.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Promise of Love
In your eyes I see a future, A love that will always endure, With every breath I take, My heart beats for your sake.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsBuilding Bonds That Last
We hold them close, our precious little ones, And wonder what the future holds for them. We want to build a bond that will endure,
Goodbye
He died at fourteen. That statement alone sounds like a tragedy. When I add that the aforementioned he is my dog, I am greeted with at least he had a good life.
Toll
Dear Husband, I found a part of me that was locked away Hidden deep in the depths of my water, there she laid Resurrected with a kiss from my soul
A. P. CooperPublished about a year ago in PoetsThat Poor Grey Bird
Poem (That Poor Grey Bird) I see a little bird stands on the edge. I look at the bird's steps like a slim dancer, Picks seeds, warms, follows it's friends,
nanosa nonaPublished about a year ago in Poets