sad poetry

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

Of Steak & Sunlight. Top Story - June 2026.
In my dreams You come to me Healthy and hearty Silken and shining Meticulous whiskers My heart leaps to the puppet strings at the corner of my mouth
By L.C. Schäfer4 months ago in Poets
The Hours You Borrowed From Me
I’m writing this with a tongue stained purple, as if confession requires a costume, as if honesty tastes better when it lingers on the gums.
By Diane Foster4 months ago in Poets
The Unbroken Oath of love
When the days feel heavy and bad, I will be at your side, so never be sad. And when your skies are Bright and sunny, I’ll still be there beside you, my sweet honey.
By Bruce Curle `4 months ago in Poets
Burnt. Content Warning.
Out in the fields, all remains impossibly still. - I collect my loose change, place another tooth into my pocket, and watch the clouds grow darker ahead.
By Reece Beckett4 months ago in Poets
Heaven
I know you are now in Heaven, But why does it hurt like Hell? You have battled a long, hard fight, Gave it all your might.
By Jennisea Standing Rock4 months ago in Poets
“From Nowhere to Nowhere”. Content Warning.
I wrote this poem when I was 17 years old. It reflects the emotions, confusion, and intensity of that time in my life. I’m sharing it now as it was originally written, the voice of a young girl trying to understand herself and the world around her.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Brother Can You Spare A Meal For My Children
Brother Can You Spare A Meal For My Children Brother can you spare a meal today, Life has worn our strength away, The cupboards stand nearly bare,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Don’t Understand Why She Holds On
I can't understand, why someone would hold on to another like she does. He treated her like crap. Made her feel like dirt.
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
Feed
Write towards you *** They wrote a mnemonic, I trash eros *** I close my eyes to hold running water in cupped hands as it leaks into the wild grass of some day
By Michele Nampalli4 months ago in Poets
Why Do the French Eat Frog Legs?
Why Do the French Eat Frog Legs? They say the French eat frog legs with delight, Cooked in butter through the warm soft night,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Friday Evening
Is there anyone else feeling the tilt The pull to something dark and I thought about him again today. Of course. We're definitely going to go see Dad On the day. On the third.
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
The Letter. Runner-Up in Out of Order Challenge.
that letter sat quietly in my mailbox with its news for nearly a week when my eyes finally saw what it was my knees trembled and my heart felt weak
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets