sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Oh, Cruel World, Why?
Oh, Cruel World, Why? Oh, cruel world, tell me why? A lie, a trick—just passing by. If one day you were my friend, Or if I stayed until the end, Would you still make me cry? I chase you, yet you never care, Carry your burdens everywhere. For years, I've struggled—none aware, Oh world, what’s your aim? I run so hard, yet fall behind, While you leave me lost, confined. Tell me, what’s your game? You whisper, "Dreams are waiting there, Golden hopes float in the air," But when I reach—just empty space. Oh, dreams, where is your way? Can I find you? Show the way. You just smile and fade away, While the world keeps me at bay. Oh world, you are a jungle wide, Where helpless souls just run and hide. They chase and stumble, pray and plead, But lies are all they ever see. So tell me, what should I believe? Your trials weigh upon us all, Yet still, you blame us when we fall. Oh world, what must we do? Should we chase our dreams in light? Or fight the shadows of the night? Should we strum a lonely tune, While fate plays cruelly out of sight? Oh world, hearts are breaking, Yet love still burns, still aching. Tell me, what must I do?
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Tidal Wave
Manufactured like a commodity. You instigated war but were never prepared for battle. I've learned to enjoy the silence so loud. I can't wait for your disappearance to never matter. You embellished details to the extreme. Condescending tone and ego overload. Your effort was always conditional. I can't wait for your charlatan spine to finally fold. You had already given up the fight. I stayed behind to fix the broken tracks. You manifested grief but also resilience. I can't make up all there is that you lack. I transferred all my anger into power. There is still un-tethered rage forever floating. You couldn't swim against this massive tidal wave. I held my breath because you can't stand me winning. You can't stop this from emerging. You sank from the shipwreck but I resurfaced. There is electricity coursing through me. I knew I was always better than this. You gave me a noose and a purpose. You offered confinement but I chose asylum. This vacant sea gave birth to the tsunami in me. You were certain of my failure where there was none. I'm taming my doubts and anxiety. You were assembled and constructed like a fabrication. I searched for the authentic parts of you. But you were always so artificial just like your imagination. You didn't know I hid bolt cutters up my sleeve. I braved the storm and survived the lonely night. I know now I can face the next tidal wave alone. You can choose to pray while I continue the good fight
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
