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 Echoes of Lost Love
In solitude, I sit and ponder The memories of our love and wonder How we drifted apart and asunder Leaving my heart to break asunder
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Wilted Rose
In the garden of my heart, Once bloomed a rose so bright, But now it's wilted, torn apart, Left me with a painful sight.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsAching Heart
My heart aches with the weight of love, A love that was never meant to be. Memories haunt me every day, Of a time when you were close to me.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Heart Full of Sorrow
When love dies, it withers away, Leaving behind a heart full of sorrow, A soul that's lost in endless dismay, With no hope for a better tomorrow.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsRemnants of Love
Memories of love now make me weep, As I lay here in the dark, unable to sleep, I miss the moments we spent together, The memories that now seem so far and distant.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Pain of Love
My heart is shattered, my soul is torn For love has left me all forlorn I gave my heart, I gave my all But love refused to heed my call
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Wounds of Love
Our love was once a beautiful thing But now it lies in ruins A broken bond, a shattered dream Leaves our hearts in ruins
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Love That Was Never Meant to Be
In a world where love is supposed to conquer all, We found ourselves trapped in a love that was destined to fall. We laughed, we loved, we dreamt of a life together,
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsLove Lost
Tears fall like rain, As memories flood my brain, Of a love that once burned bright, Now lost in the dead of night.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsRemnants of Love
I'm left with fragments of our love, Broken pieces that I can't dispose of. Every memory is a sharp shard, Piercing my heart and leaving it scarred.
John KentsPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Old Man
Your brown eyes they look so distant and blue, As you sit there fumbling with the laces on your shoe. Your hands once so steady, tremble as they reach for mine.
Julia AlfredPublished about a year ago in PoetsRising from the Ashes
O' my people cry no more, For 'Time' will take revenge of every drop of your blood, Don't be sad and don't lose hope,
Touseef AhmedPublished about a year ago in Poets