sad poetry

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

You there?
"Can you hear me?" I say over the phone, Excited to rant about the day I just had. I talk about how I was late for work yet again,
By pink_rosee2 years ago in Poets
Take Your Pick!
If you won’t love me, indeed someone will. It is not flattery or sympathy I seek. Save your shallow thrill. I ache to know love in its purest form, to kiss goodbye this woman scorned.
By Queen Nubian2 years ago in Poets
Wind
Wind Today my husband is studying swords And rediscovering a joy in kennings As his eye that has no sight Has finally stopped hurting
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Poets
The Scent of Taste
It really depends on the day But just now Cinnamon apples Even though it's May Crisp juicy and green Braised in the liquids
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
Unchosen Light
If I were the moon, would you still turn your face toward the scattered stars, those distant suns who never learned to stay?
By Yasmine Lagras2 years ago in Poets
10 Minutes
I’m sorry. I’m sorry it took your death for me to realize I was wrong. I should have defied all the stories I was fed. I should have come to see you.
By llaurren's reads2 years ago in Poets
A Son Still Stands
A son once cradled in calloused hands, Born to wealth, yet bound by fate’s demands. Gold-lined halls and hollow cheers, A crown of thorns disguised for years.
By llaurren's reads2 years ago in Poets
Moonlit Silence
Moonlit Silence Silent walks on moonlit beaches, where the restless waters sigh, midnight drapes the world in shadows, silver secrets slipping by.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
"The Soul That Could Not Find Its Way" . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
i choose to love you in silence for the silence i fine no rejection i choose to kiss you in the wind for the wind gentle than my lips
By tamanna2 years ago in Poets
5 Best Love Poems on Childhood Love
1. The initial feeling There was magic in your little smile, Childhood love was very innocent. Our dreams in a paper boat, Your hands were wet in the rain. When I think back on those times today, They cause a sweet stir in my heart. Those innocent conversations of youth, reside in a particular part of my heart. ---
By Horror best kahani2 years ago in Poets
Never Are
frozen ember, seed pinned to glass - why didn’t you come? - was it the world - all dust and iron, sour with dreams left out in the rain -
By Iris Obscura2 years ago in Poets
Where the Ground Never Stopped Shaking. AI-Generated.
A Tribute to Thailand’s Earthquake 2025 The earth stirred in the quiet night, A whisper first, then searing fright. A crack beneath the sleeping ground,
By Chinonso Ogbonna2 years ago in Poets