sad poetry

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

Living Pains. Content Warning.
"Living hurts," I say, and no one believes me, if they even hear me at all. "Living hurts", as I relate A tad too heavily
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Poets
Am I Damned
If I don’t believe Then, am I one of the damned? Or has the world been deceived About God’s son of man? Often times I ask
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
A First For Us
Time is fast approaching, just days away in fact, Another trip around the sun, another year has past, Your special day is one I could never forget,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Soul-catcher
When I engaged in conversation with him, there was an undeniable presence of magic. Right from the beginning, it felt as though I was conversing with a long-lost friend.
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
A Quiet Christmas
Sometimes, I watch the snow fall and wonder if it remembers every hand it touches.Each flake feels like a whispered prayer, soft and fleeting, melting before it can tell me its secrets.The air is thick with pine and cinnamon,smells that wrap themselves around memories I thought I had forgotten—
By Melanie2 years ago in Poets
Whispers & Dreams
Sometimes I cry, not knowing why, and laugh as if it’s my purpose—perhaps it is. I run my fingers over petals, somehow believing they hold the pulse of the earth.
By Melanie2 years ago in Poets
Christmas Without You
Christmas without you, I wonder where you are now. Do you still hang the star we chose together, or does a stranger light your bough?
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
Golden
You have the attention span of a goldfish But nothing is golden about your character I can’t seem to figure out how you have the ability to fuck things up so badly
By A.poems 2 years ago in Poets
I Miss You
When I think about you I’m filled with sorrow. Now years of suffering, missing, longing, there's not one moment my mind isn't stuck on you.
By Isabella Walker2 years ago in Poets
kir royal
her kir royal stained her white dress as she sat alone in a bar, playing princess. ready to go home with any man who would choose
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
She's nowhere near.. Top Story - December 2024.
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY STORY ;)* ~ Last night, I had a beautiful dream. The air was thicker than usual, and I was holding onto something that was never there.
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
Broken In Pieces. Content Warning.
Introduction Another personal poem, inspired by that image and the feeling that I am unwanted here and need to leave. Actually having written this I feel good, but this is for those that feel this way. just to know there are others.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets