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 Heart Is In A Lock And Chain
My Heart Is In A Lock And Chain I keep my heart locked in chains, Secured from all your past remains. You’ll never get in to break it anew,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Your Candle Burns Inside My Heart
Your Candle Burns Inside My Heart Your candle still burns softly, A light that doesn’t fade, It whispers of the laughter
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Conversations When Driving To The Cemetery
Driving along a quiet road I have driven many times before I said, "I love time in the woods even though we can complain
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
The Art of Letting Go. AI-Generated.
In the quiet hours where shadows dwell, A heart aches softly, too tender to tell. The weight of love, now turned to stone,
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
No greater bond than a brother’s soul entwined
His name lingers in the echoes of time. Oh, my brother, how the world feels void, When the pillar falls, when its heart is destroyed. What worth has the earth when you depart? Its weight bears down on a grieving heart.
By Asno AI2 years ago in Poets
In the Shadow of Tomorrow. AI-Generated.
Beneath the veil of twilight’s song, Where shadows stretch, both weak and strong, Tomorrow whispers soft and low, A place we yearn, yet fear to go.
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
Pick A Side
There will always be a fight between light and darkness Positivity and negativity Joy and sadness Always ask yourself, what side of the fight do you want to be on
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
The addiction to happiness
Addicts of happiness have divorced themselves from reality to a lasting affair with fantasy. To be addicted to happiness is to have a dysfunctional relationship with reality, and being that people are threads woven in the fabric of reality, anyone who has a dysfunctional relationship with reality will surely have a dysfunctional relationship with you.
By VoiceOfAnOutlier2 years ago in Poets
It Isn't Fair
It isn’t fair, right now, that you’re gone and I’m here alone, left to pick up the pieces again. * I know I made my choices, hiding my shame
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Absent. Content Warning.
Here... I don't like it Here... For too long I've been Here... I don't want to be Here... I can't stand it and neither can I sit through it
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Merry-go-round
Round and round up and down as a child - it was enchanting, never knowing which horse you’d be racing. Then you grow up
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Clean. Content Warning.
Last night I found out my abuser has not one, not two, but three daughters. I became overridden with nausea & disgust at the thought of how he might treat them. I became repulsed that his wife, knowing the details of his past, would give him a blessing so beautiful. I wondered why God would choose him.
By Gem2 years ago in Poets