sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Nothing to Pray For
What if I had nothing to pray for? Knowing fully I had had enough What if I overstayed my welcome? Never to find my healing touch
Jeffrey SparksPublished about a year ago in PoetsRising Together.
In this world we call our home, We face problems, we face alone. From climate change to poverty, Issues abound for you and me.
Broken Heart
My heart aches with every beat, As I think of love, now obsolete. Your touch, your smile, your gentle kiss, All now gone, the memories I miss.
Broken for Love
Why these distances? the raindrops want to say something to you What can I say to myself it's a matter of two hearts Whatever these things are, let me tell you
When Love Fades Away
When love fades away, The world turns cold and gray. The once vibrant colors fade, Leaving a dull and lifeless shade.
Lost Love
My heart is heavy, my spirit low, For love that once did brightly glow, Has now departed, left to go, And left me here, in bitter woe.
Dear John
you don't have the first clue how to love there is not a piece of you that's selfless and every time I'm forced to remember you
Raine fielderPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Wounds of Love
My heart aches with the wounds of love, A pain so deep, I cannot rise above. I gave my all, my heart and soul, But now I'm left with an empty hole.
Well Old Son: Part Five
V Daisy-chained clouds gather in wine-stained morning skies. A placenta of rain sweeps over him. He's a milky tear in a red tissue. He's a tissued petal scattering in an emphysemic wind. He's a silent orchestra: rusted strings, perforated brass, disfigured percussion, withered woodwind. He's a blue echo haunting voiceless thought.
Stevi-Lee AlverPublished about a year ago in PoetsAching Hearts
Our love once burned with such bright light, A flame that filled us both with delight. But now that love has flickered and died,
Blossoms Buddies
Amidst the city bustle, I find myself Gazing up at the sky with a smile, The scent of spring in the air As the cherry blossoms bloom in style.
Meeting the Parents
Hello, Well, I know you don’t know me But believe me, I know you See, I’ve grown to love the man your little boy grew into