sad poetry

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

The Part of Me I Left Behind
I wake up, stare at my reflection, But there’s no spark, just disconnection. I used to know the face I’d see, Now it’s a stranger staring back at me.
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
Morning in the City
The city rests, the night still near, Quiet streets, the sky turns clear. A breeze brings whispers, soft and light, As dawn chases away the night. Darkness fades, the sky turns bright, The sun brings warmth, a gentle light. Windows glow, the world stirs fast, The quiet night now fades to past. Life begins, the sounds grow loud, Footsteps echo, soft but proud. Birds take wing, a new day drawn, Welcome to the city’s dawn. If you like this poem, please like, comment and encourage me. Thank You. Related other poems - Letters I never sent The Lonely Girl
By Black Rose2 years ago in Poets
Sense Death
You are a shell, sharpened glass amassed, softened through time The glim gone dim in your eyes, a beacon for lost souls. Sole nostril twitches, flares, the pair match in tandem, the familiar scent.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
A Stranger Again
For the first time since the beginning, I don't know you. You move as a stranger, or so I must assume. The memories live in my brain,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
I Just Wanna Dance
I so badly Want to just get up and dance To that upbeat song playing in my head In the comfort of my own room But the sorrow of losing you
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
Can You Smell the Roses?
I heard what you said… “He’s Dead!” No shit! Can you smell the roses? Did you touch his paper thin skin? Did you see the light dim in his eyes?
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
Tenth Acrostic
this is stasiS temperamental tyrant versus shut-off, shut-out specialisT obstinate object and uncontrollable incommunicadO
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
A Friend, Turned Foe V. Content Warning.
Desire‐ get away from me‐ unless you have come for my life, keep your face far away from mine it's not everyday that I need to see my tallest enemy,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
The Funeral. Content Warning.
You hand is cold under my hand As I gaze upon your too still face The dull incense of candles Wafts over us with muttered prayers
By Judah LoVato2 years ago in Poets
Seizure
Colorful flashes of light at the periphery make my vision blur Cold hard tile collides with my failing body as it shakes and stirs
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Poets
Reflection
Crinkled myopic eyes liberating the fantasy of the impossible return to youth, gracefully accepting inner beauty Heartbeat soulful rythym keeping time with the years passing through 65 birthdays, lamenting a once robust stamina
By Susan Lee Woodward2 years ago in Poets
Missing My Sister
I miss your laugh, your voice so bright, The way you’d calm my darkest night. In every room, there's now a space, That once was filled by your embrace.
By Bardo Hernandez2 years ago in Poets