sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
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the bird of lilith is my name I cut my beak, so the hounds can mock me I did what I did, and that's why I don't deserve it. I got slander, I got backstabb, I got mocked, but lifes goes on. on my own. I got achievement, but I didnt the happiness, I got responsibility, but didnt the pride and dignity. I do loyalty, but no ones believe it. Iam the bird in mud, I eating my wing to make me tame... come see my cage, build in grain and migraine God cant save me hell don't deserve take me I never worship satan, and now, Iam to evil and he under me. if I die, thats not fate, Iam the only who choose it. my life, is in my own hands. I face my faith
By Akidna Inadlum 2 years ago in Poets
Hidden Scars
A deep scar you gave me, Asks for some love to heal. A dream that you showed me, Asks for some sleep today. Ignored when my heart said, "This love story will never reach its destiny." Thought I would turn my fate. But my fate ended up turning my life. Perhaps in some other life we might meet, Perhaps we will fall for each other again. It's said what goes around comes around. And I will be waiting for those streams of love to come around.
By Nihal Sayyad2 years ago in Poets
Pain in Haze
A person in such way hides some pain in the haze. Smiles lost in mists of tragedies yet he lives dwelling on the slippery floor of his beliefs and self doubts. Lost in thoughts of 'what led my life here?' Hanging on a curtain of hope peeks out of the window where once he sat in a dreamy state, an angel he sees waving him a street away. Grabs a woven sweater his grandma gave, faces the cold traumatic storms. Shivering, trembling gets out of this terrible maze. Realizes he stepped on a golden pathway and the happiness that knocked the neighborhood doors is now on his face. And the person lives another day.
By Nihal Sayyad2 years ago in Poets
