sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
ONE SIDED LOVE
Love, a treasure found when all seemed lost, A beacon of hope, a bridge across the frost, In solitude, I found solace in your embrace,
Aleyy KACHOPublished about a year ago in PoetsWhat my broken hand has taught me
I broke my hand, so I can't write. Does that mean that I've lost who I am? One thing has become clear, how alone I am.
Simon GeorgePublished about a year ago in PoetsThe days we smiled
A distance now between us, A space that can't be filled, A void within my heart, That aches and won't be stilled.
The Silence Between
There lies a tension unseen, A space devoid of sound, Yet so full of meaning profound. It's where the heart speaks out,
VocalVibesPublished about a year ago in PoetsHERE WE TELL NO TALES
In this land of silent woe, Where secrets hide and shadows grow, We walk with heavy hearts and frail, For here we tell no tales.
Will Shimnom SimonPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Path That Slipped Away
Even though we may have come from different generations and experienced very different lives, their life stories always resonated with me.
Hamza ShafiqPublished about a year ago in PoetsWhat Is Man?
What is man - Here Today, Gone Tomorrow? Today, man lives in pleasure, wealth and pride. Tomorrow, poor or life itself denied.
Princess Jekey-GreenPublished about a year ago in Poets“Never Ending Sorrow”
The rain, it falls and tears my heart, The sadness it brings, it won't depart, The loneliness I feel deep inside, My broken world, I cannot hide.
Arnold KenPublished about a year ago in PoetsBetween Us
Between us lies a vast expanse Of space and time and circumstance A distance we cannot erase No matter how we try to chase
Endless Remembrance
The pain of losing a loved one, cuts deeper than any knife. Their absence leaves an empty space, a void that never ends in life.
The Paradox of Existence: Dead and Alive
I am neither here nor there, In this world, I'm just a shade, A spirit wandering aimlessly, A soul that's lost its way.
Growing pains
23 and me Angels follow in cold feet intent on saving thee from the depths of anxiety and its weary defeat. ~ Copyright © 2023 Kalina Bethany. All rights reserved.
Kalina BethanyPublished about a year ago in Poets