sad poetry

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

Interpretations
I am never as good as I think But my hindsight is horribly accurate. I stumble and stagger but my limbs, Oh they are the problem, aren't they?
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
My Dream World
I want to sit here forever, Enjoying glorious sunsets, Watching the sunrise, Listening to the chorus of waves, And feeling the coolness of the gentle
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Cover-Ups And Sad Farewells
Inspired By River Joy & Celia in Underland * I always thought that we were happy our family gathered year to year To celebrate the Christmas season
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Should I return to my ancestral land?
Oh day of the promised promise When will you come and free me from the shackles And leave me in joy and steadfastness I have received from you, O people, all ingratitude
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
When life loses you
When your life is lost and your heart remains wounded and without a pulse Life becomes too narrow for you with its tragedies
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Where are the rights of the Palestinian people?
The owners of the blood-stained clothes My brothers Even if you lied and accused me of being one of the wicked The voice of the revolutionaries rises in the pulpits of the great
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Storm Bert
Storm Bert The wind is howling through the night, Storm Bert is coming, full of might. The trees are bending, skies turn gray,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
SELF-AWARE Spiral
Knowing Drowning Still, I ask: is help my raft? Seeing Bleeding This awareness, my own craft. Answers whisper In hollow tones,
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
No Quarter
Emptied, forcefully. I’ve pushed myself to this purging, this letting go. For so long I’ve held it close, for so long it’s held me in it’s grasp.
By Katie 2 years ago in Poets
Let Me Remain Ordinary
Let me remain ordinary,Let me stay without a name,No need for titles or glory,No need for fortune or fame.Don’t call me the moon in the sky,Or a dream that passes by,Don’t speak of the desert's embrace,Or the water’s gentle grace.Your words will sway me,And steal my soul away,They'll pull me from myself,And lead my heart astray.Your poetry, your verses,Will bind me, make me weak,Don’t break my habits,With every glance you seek.Don’t call my eyes pure and shy,Or my silence serene,Don’t say my heart is untrue,Or my gestures unseen.There’s no need to name me,Or stain my soul with fame,Let me remain hidden,In this quiet, gentle frame.Let me stay ordinary,Let me stay without a name,No need for titles or glory,No need for fortune or fame.
By Qurat ul Ain2 years ago in Poets
A Depth In Me
In the silence, I hear a call A whisper from within, beyond them all A depth in me, a place unknown Where shadows roam, and secrets are sown
By Pooja Vishwakarma2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of a Broken Heart
The sorrow of your loss, a relentless storm, Drowns my soul in memories forlorn. Your love, once a beacon, a radiant flare,
By khadija 2 years ago in Poets