sad poetry

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

Help Our NHS
Help Our NHS In the hospitals, where hope flickers dim, Tired hands work, stretched so thin. Through endless shifts, they forge ahead,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Get Out of the Dark
Your joy should be shown Shown through a face of happiness, with a smile, you don't have to frown Put yourself in the sunlight where your negative thoughts starts to melt
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of an Unread Letter. AI-Generated.
In the quiet folds of time, I pen, Words that dance like shadows, again and again, Each stroke, a whisper of what could have been,
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
Between the Lines of Goodbye. AI-Generated.
In the pause between words, a universe lay, A silence that echoed what we couldn’t say. Eyes met briefly, then turned aside,
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
False Skies
False skies A setting sun Life's lies And a smoking gun Dreams can't hide What we dream at night Day always ends Then night begins
By Chris Irby2 years ago in Poets
Girl,
Girl, you're skinny; Girl, you're fat Girl, you're this; Girl, you're that Girl, you should stop; Girl, you should go Girl, you're too smart; Girl, you wouldn't know
By Raine Neal2 years ago in Poets
2 AM
I couldn’t help but stare at the trees swaying with the breeze of the night sky like the soft spin of a child's mobile as it begins to rock me to sleep
By Isabella Walker2 years ago in Poets
Epitomes of Existential Crisis (Past the Recommended Rate). Top Story - January 2025.
Hyperventilating Because my lungs function on preset parameters Tachycardic in two weeks time Lost all sensation in my fingers except one
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
At Night
At night, I wonder what you're doing— Are you awake, Or lost in a dream, Like me, Staring at the ceiling, Sleep deprived,
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
"Sense of Loss"
"Sense of Loss" By Ross E F Lombardi . Though, through puppy dog eyes, Glazed over with private thoughts. Painful memories and dreams,
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi2 years ago in Poets
came back.
No warnings. Just the smell of rain on a night too dry to mourn, their footsteps falling like old lies you stopped believing in.
By remi2 years ago in Poets
Late Failures
This time, Haven't done it With all of the accolades. All this time Haven't done it. Haven't done it At all! Haven't done it With all of the ovations, The relaxing vacations. Haven't done it... All the houses, All the hotels, Haven't done it. All the sales, Haven't done it. Disappointedly, Surprisingly, A meeting... Late failures.
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets