sad poetry

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

Bloomfade
In his serene beauty, I lose my breath, A glimpse of heaven, yet a taste of death. With every look, I bloom and fade, Blossomed in hope, yet withered in shade.
By Yasmine Lagras2 years ago in Poets
Forgive My Impatience. Content Warning.
Forgive my impatience, please— This music I feel forced to face... I've come to distaste life's playlist, and greatly‐ Every morning, another broken record is played for me...
By JM2 years ago in Poets
better this way. Top Story - April 2025.
we are still together, perhaps, in how we traverse into the comfortable the easier, the simpler, the better this way—the pretty words we tell ourselves to justify our jagged lives
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
In the next life
This isn’t how I wanted to leave Against my will With hope in my heart That one day we meet again You me and those lovely memories.
By Mansi2 years ago in Poets
3/30 God-Plated
3/30/25 10:08pm Droplets of religion In a blue-stained glass Splitting oranges in the trim Of our bedroom Coats of limerence hanging
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
Monsters
You were just another monster running around my head I've loosened the vice grip bolted around my crumbling life I'll pitch you in a box
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
Limbo
Broken Heart hurts Feeling numb My feelings don’t matter The way you look does The world has never seen us They’ve never understood
By Pippa Mac2 years ago in Poets
Raw Bitter Lime Juice
What if the depths of the ocean I drown in have gotten deeper? Toiling Coiling Withering soul of mine PTSD Things that have been done to me
By Bixi Hernandez2 years ago in Poets
Love bomb
It was Sunday, sweet Sunday I was washing the dishes when I heard it I followed it’s sound to the door It faded for a moment
By Mikayla Rose2 years ago in Poets
Whispers That Roared
Whispers That Roared: A Town's Chilling Secret Finally Breaks In the forgotten town of Briar Ridge, silence was more than just golden—it was dangerous. No birdsong in the morning, no laughter from porches, no idle chatter at the diner. Locals spoke in hushed tones, if at all, and no one ever asked why. Until Detective Lena Hart showed up.
By Luca Müller2 years ago in Poets
3/30/25
Heavy is the grass that bends All glass breaks in the end Water washes all away The plants return in the light of day As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Richard Chamberlain Has Died
Richard Chamberlain Has Died In days of youth, my heart took flight, With Dr. Kildare, my star so bright. A hero’s grace, a gentle smile,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets