sad poetry

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

The Street With No Houses
The Street With No Houses A road unbroken by door or pane, no chimneys cough, no voices strain. Lamplight leans on empty stone,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Shut It
Where’s the people who tell you what you should do when you are doing it? So I did what you said and a problem came up Oh its my fault because I waited too late
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Far Away
Elsewhere is where the verse has gone; in his pocket down the street, whistled while he walks. Let me know what you thought in the comments.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
Vocal Work
Vocal no more being broke I have stories to posts And my audience is ready to read me Come on now Post my stories or give me feedback
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
I'm dying... I'm dying
I'm dying... I'm dying but why I'm lying? Is my death buying? I'm wondering who gonna buying? I'm dying... I'm dying But was I truly living? With every breath I was fighting Days sleeping nights kept fleeting In pain and misery I didn't smiling I'm dying... I'm dying My is heart now boiling The hope of living is fading I don't wana keep screaming I don't wana keep crying I'm dying... I'm dying Halt the nights of tearing I'm silent- no more Howling Stop pleading no more begging seal the wounds that are bleeding I'm dying... I'm dying It's time to be free from suffering Every moment of joy celebrating Fading the past no more regretting Through the past my soul is rising I'm dying... I'm dying slowly...slowly...slowly all darkening This is the Moment of disappearing it's time for collapsing It wasn't worth gasping I'm dying... I'm dying
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Poets
Uninvited
I remember coffee for kisses and beers on the balcony smiles and laughs on the ferry friendship sealed with moments like I had never seen.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
Bleed the Beast. Top Story - March 2025.
Bleed the beast they say But how do I bleed it When it feeds me When it needs me As much as I need it I want to cleave it off
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
What goes through the mind of an empty envelope?
Humans! Aah, the notorious ones gospelled with the prowess of pouring their hearts onto the folds of power, of unleashing the confinement of unsaid pain through the enigmatic flair of woven syllables through the crevices of their glistening minds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Ekphrastic 9
Why is his chariot so long in coming? She asks as she looks through the lattice And I almost say to her, my peg perforated his pterion
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Love Poem to a Bipolar Self
I am fixed to this spot, magnifying glass in hand. I have taken inventory of myself and now point the lens to the center of my chest, a slight angle toward the sun. I hold it long enough; a small dot forms, an irritation growing. It feels particular and significant until my eyes relax and the dot bleeds into the reds of my skin.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
From Shadows to Light
She ended up meeting him while still young, in a very innocent way, with hearts in her eyes, A light so bright, a perfect disguise.
By Hillary2 years ago in Poets
Here I breathe
Here I breathe, Lost, alienated, lonely. There was the land I bequeath, Here I breathe, Not on the soil nor beneath. There I see a gloomy wreath,
By Mehrfam 2 years ago in Poets