sad poetry

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

Reflections on Life’s Path
Through winding roads and paths I’ve chanced to tread, Where choices bloom like roses, bright and bold. Each step a story, tales of joy or dread,
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Poets
Sky's Last Veil
Broke through sky’s last veil No oxygen, I stiffen Died for their high hopes Author's Notes This was written for Vocal's Sky-ku Challenge . Sometimes, we tend to lose ourselves trying to fulfil people's sky-high expectations of us. Even if we exit the atmosphere, it still wouldn't be enough for them.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
Black Clouds
Black clouds hit the ground, The rain is angry like my tears, My heart drowns in puddles
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Foreign “Aid”
a broken man cries and it was my taxes that shattered his blue skies *** Authors note. I wrote this for the sky-ku challenge, thinking about how drastically different the skies and prospects look between people living in various parts of the world.
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Poets
The Collision of Two Planes
Orange, black, collide I watch as it burns, then boom As if in slow-mo
By Hummingbird2 years ago in Poets
The Sweetest Dreams Need Change
Our eyes glisten as Earth is viewed from a distance Are we awake yet?
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Violent Skies
Sky should be silent, Not riven by shrieks and screams Louder than my own. Written for Vocal's Sky-ku Challenge
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Poets
Bookmark
Lavender ribbons from your hair lay against the pages I love to read so much. As I turned the pages the smell of your hair
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
No more sky
where has the sky gone? i’ve looked down so long, my eyes… are stuck in the dirt
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Poets
Twilight Zone. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Adorned in gold, we pass like morning mist, To vanities we pledge our fleeting trust; Each thread, each gem, by eager hands is kissed,
By Kimani Amir2 years ago in Poets
A Mythic Quest for Curiosity and Courage
In a quiet village nestled between ancient forests and mountains, there lived a scrappy, curious cat named Finn. Finn was not the type to sleep the day away on sunny rocks like the other cats. He was a questioner, a seeker, forever nosing around places he didn’t belong, and always with the faintest glimmer of something mischievous in his green eyes.
By Honey Singh2 years ago in Poets
To the ones who told me that I was too much
To the ones who told me that I was too much Radiance in its mirth smiles in the abundance of glee, In its glory, it holds the light that sets your darkness free.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets