sad poetry

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

Just My Luck
Jealousy kills Understanding who you are is important Seeing the real in the fake Time will reveal the truth Make me into a monster
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
The Alchemy of an Injury
Remember that night I laid next to you in the dark? My head nestled in the crook of your arm... you traced the edge of my ribs
By Gabrielle Neavin2 years ago in Poets
My feelings will get there
Let me do it again Let me try again I want to say the right thing but it seems like words have giving up on me My words feels like snow flakes that just melt away
By JAMR2 years ago in Poets
The Rescue Dog who was depressed
The Rescue Dog who was depressed My love cured him. It turned out he mourned his human daddy who died suddenly. My love reassured him.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Teenage Depression No One Sees
Teenage Depression No One Sees They say, You’re young, what’s there to fear? Still the walls press in, the voices sneer. Every hallway, every class,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
A Child Lost in Midnight
I whisper to the cosmos, but the stars do not answer. They blink like tired old men, forgetting my name, forgetting I was ever here.
By Diane Foster2 years ago in Poets
The Princess and the Snake Prince
The Princess and the Snake Prince She danced in silk, a pale white glow, beneath the torches’ trembling throw. A whispered vow, a lover’s lie,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Mad Dogs Howl
The Mad Dogs Howl The mad dogs howl, they dine on flesh, Their feast is warm, their grip is fresh. Through shattered doors and broken glass,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Was I ever your princess
Was I ever your princess Was I ever your princess, your bright, cherished one, held in the warmth of a kingdom undone? Did you weave me in dreams,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Last Goodbye
The Last Goodbye The Last Goodbye, The First Kiss We stood in the doorway, silent, still, hearts too heavy, hands too chill.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Last Touch
Drifting slow in autumn’s air, a golden touch that makes vision so blind. Like fingers lost, then intertwined, as whispers dance and float somewhere.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
"I WANT TO STAY IN MY DREAMS". Content Warning.
I created this story video from the ideas floating around in my head this morning. However, this story with visuals kept me busy all day long into the evening hours. I was stressed as an empath living in a chaotic world of dictators and psychopaths attempting to lead into a dark dystopian nightmare. I like the freedom in my dreams, and how I travel everywhere with exploring the universe.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets