sad poetry

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

Brittle Hope
There was little I could do, I was screaming my heart out, Without a tear in my eye, You stood there, Not a heartbeat missed,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
everything, all at once. Top Story - March 2025.
perhaps to be human is to fail to crack open like an egg, to ruin and foil, to make mistakes to try and try until your bones ache with it
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
The Seasons’ Dance a weeping song
The Seasons’ Dance a weeping song Apple blossoms cling to branches, a delicate show of spring, each bloom a promise, summer stirring just beyond.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Just a Cheap Bottle of Make Believe
Just a Cheap Bottle of champagne The rain falls like stale champagne, Flat, tasteless, a fizz long gone — A refreshment full of lost hope,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Numb. Top Story - March 2025.
Dreams can become nightmares, the numbing feeling of drowning in your sleep, then you realize you're awake. My friends all belong in the shadows now,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Fear Enters (When)
When I'm good, Or when I say a word Is sinned. When I'm bad, When I speak another Style/Language, I'm an alien. When I'm afraid... Keeps givin' and Keeps presentin'. When I'm brave, A stealin' A fear Enters chillin'. Namin' me... A yellow belly. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
No one Asked
Inside every person there is a child that needs to be understood and to be heard, not to be taken as weak. No one asked if you were tired,
By Astone Zulu2 years ago in Poets
Rush for love
We sprint toward love like it’s a finish line, hearts pounding, lungs burning, chasing something we barely understand. We mistake urgency for passion,
By Astone Zulu2 years ago in Poets
One day I will go
Tomorrow I will look for a pen Tomorrow I will look for a pen Is it not on the pen? One day I will go to a dead village
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Soldier's Song
He’s been fighting an uphill battle Since the day that he was born In a war that wasn’t his intention It was passed down to him
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Twisted Fate
The tears formed in the corner of his eyes As he stared off into the distance Unfiltered images swirled in his mind Haunting highlights flickered in black and white
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Poets
Bending to Belong
Bending to Belong She is a whisper, she is a storm, A thousand selves in shifting form. The mirror bends, the echoes stray,
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets