sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Eid: Contrasts of Celebration and Suffering
Eid elsewhere vs. Eid( ?) in Palestine I gave you a bath and put on new clothes, Took in the scent of mehndi on your fingers and toes,
Creative ChroniclesPublished 4 days ago in PoetsEchoes of Betrayal
At times, my purpose feels uncertain, Bound by my own fears time and again. I yearned for liberation's sweet embrace,
Juliet OgbaroPublished 5 days ago in PoetsShadowed Sun, Sheltered Shame
embers extinguished elegantly concealed, cosmic circuitry liminal, lumination lacking intensive, introspective intermission
Paul StewartPublished 5 days ago in PoetsAwake?
Awake . . from your sleep . . time to dream is over you are out of luck . hold tight . . your no leaf clover .
Paul StewartPublished 5 days ago in PoetsI Miss YoU
Unopened doors left knocked The blood I own made of rock and stone Better leave me alone No to my heart I Miss YoU So we have to go apart
After you left
I searched everywhere. I continued looking. I was thinking that maybe I would see you. I was hoping that you had changed your mind.
Gloria PenelopePublished 5 days ago in PoetsIt might be real love
Your actions, smile, and kisses, reveals your genuine affection. Well, Am I not deceiving myself? Do you? Do you adore me?
Gloria PenelopePublished 5 days ago in PoetsMorse Abortion
In the realm of rights, a fervent debate, Morse stands firm on abortion, his stance firm. Extremist some have call his view,
Glacier HeartPublished 5 days ago in PoetsExclusion
I don’t have a fear of missing out, or at least not in the general way My friends enjoying each other’s company is not malicious
Limerent
It’s not about wanting to be in love, it’s about controlling someone else. Never would I have considered myself to be obsessive; hell, I don’t even think I would consider myself emotional
The Vanishing Act.
Across from me at the kitchen table, my mother smiles over red wine that she drinks out of a measuring glass. She says she doesn't deprive herself, but I've learned to find nuance in every movement of her fork,
Grateful MafianaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsANONYMOUS
Share a secret. I’d rather not. Truth or dare? They always pick truth. Send a random picture. No.