sad poetry

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

My poem with dead poets
Falling in love with the poets I'll never meet Crying over poems - a person like me who promised never to weep A person with the title of Jocund
By Eiman Asif2 years ago in Poets
Contemplation
She thinks She wonders Repeatedly over Within her head Is she real Or is she dead? Hard to tell When life feels bleak
By Magnolia Demple2 years ago in Poets
Mommy still loves you though
The little boy, his heart yearned When he asked his mother “When are you picking me up?” He had no concept of legal custody
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Poets
Tucked Into the Fiction
You discovered the radiating truth tucked into the fiction. Yes, the entry was mine, but never did I commit the described crime.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Mam And Dad
Mam And Dad Mam and Dad Are Gone now. The house feels empty, quiet, still, No warmth to soften the coldest chill. Mam’s laughter echoes in my ears,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Ghosts of Us
At night, I sit in the quiet air, Speaking to you, though you're not there. Your ghost feels close, yet out of reach, A shadow of love no words can breach.
By PSYGENIUS2 years ago in Poets
Judgmental Lenses
She made many comparisons in advance. Later, she searched for the things that separate us. Humiliation was widespread. She had pizza, bread with onion, and a glass of red wine.
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
The Pain Of Arthritis
The Pain Of Arthritis Arthritis grips my legs, my knees, Turning motion into pleas. No pain compares, no end in sight, It steals my days and haunts my nights.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Demon Dentist
The Demon Dentist In the dead of night, when the world’s asleep, Through shadows dark, the silence deep, A chilling figure begins to creep—
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Your out of my head
Your out of my head You’re not in my head anymore, I’ve closed the door, sealed the floor. The echoes faded, the shadows fled,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Sudden
I scour all our chats and find so little; I thought there were more pictures. I've decided, belatedly, to make up for my long near-absence on Vocal by writing 365 stories this year (0-100, that's me). I'll need to catch up, which probably means a lot of short poetry for a while.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
I Need Joy
Hey Joy, Can you thaw out my confidence that was frozen by fear? And shine a light on the peoples heart that have grown so cold?
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets