sad poetry

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

Aching Heart
In the calm of the evening, At the point when shadows become long and profound, My throbbing heart starts to mix, Conscious from its fretful rest. The stars above appear to be far off at this point, Their light too far to even consider coming to, Furthermore, every beat that fills my chest Feels like an empty discourse. I once had confidence in affection's sweet melody, In murmurs delicate and valid, However, presently the notes are unnatural, Also, the tune cockeyed.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
PTSD. Content Warning.
Kaaliyah, remember me Though it was never meant to be Know what you meant to me I used to feel all empty But you were sent to me
By Julian Mitchell2 years ago in Poets
The Prisoner Series: Part I. Content Warning.
He sits alone in a cell Knowing well enough The walls rough around him What confounds ain’t profound Sound jumps off walls
By Julian Mitchell2 years ago in Poets
an ode to Christopher McCandless. Content Warning.
so, preface this poem with this scenario: i ended up sleeping in near freezing weather with my dogs last night. it was frigid, humbling, and a delightful honor. luckily, i had already lit a small fire with a dwindling torch and damp tinder, as well as unloaded my firewood, sleeping bag, a tarp, a pillow, my dogs, and eaten the wings i had just cooked before leaving i even managed to have my THC vape pen in hand, and left a[nother] lucky window cracked so i could hook my keys this morning... before i locked myself out of my car last night, about 50-60 miles from home.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
the wings off of flies
it starts when he’s young and he snatches a fly right out of the air and he watches with pride as he plucks off a wing and is shocked when it dies
By Connie2 years ago in Poets
and, so on.... Content Warning.
and there i am, each night lighting fires in the window still waiting, wildly a part of a parting party begins forever young
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Guardians
Though we may wander, Those lost soar high in the clouds, Eternal sentries.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Poets
I never get to know who I am
I never truly know who I am. I am like a… what? I do not know. Even as I write, I contemplate, Who am I? __ Everything has meaning — synonyms, antonyms,
By Shaixa2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Forgotten Dreams
In the quiet of the night, I hear, Echoes of a time once near, When laughter danced on winds so free, And every moment felt like eternity.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Poets
The Guilted Truth
Innocence drenched with guilt, Is being altered before the eye's of the prejudice And the misled congregation of society. The misconception between truth of identity And the agenda being publisied for conformity, Is the cornerstone barrier that is the forefront element that leads to controversial remarks on human politics. Being born a statistic, A figure in a method that leads to your loss - The sole purpose of walking with a price above your head is to keep your existence monitored whilst being told your freedom is at your disposal. How condemning is must be to live in fearful pride? To embrace security that endangers the willingness of your spirit To experience reality forged on hidden motives - Feeding off propaganda that is being televised through injustices, Occured to those that refuse to adhere to policies that build a society construct of our everyday endeavor. Being part of a persistent algorithm, you yourself start to embody distinctive features of a program That contributes to the overall circuit current, With the main source of power belonging to those that remain only a myth to your naked eyes. Any crucial role you play in an attempt to escape what was ideally assigned to you, Becomes a maze run, Fore with each turn you risk being a threat, To those with a self-proclaimed power over you. There is nowhere to run, There is nowhere to hide, exempt a mind that is eager to see what's on the other side.
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
Scarlet Dream
Your lips, a gateway to my sin, Where every taste pulls me within, A world where hunger never fades, And every whispered breath persuades.
By Samira2 years ago in Poets
Velvet Heat
Your touch, a velvet, fevered heat, In every glance, our shadows meet, A tether tight, a pull so strong, Where lust and love both feel so wrong.
By Samira2 years ago in Poets