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 Shy Dog
There was a shy dog who once ran fast through open fields. He barked at birds, chased the wind, and feared nothing. But life changed. Some people shouted at him. Some threw stones. Some pushed him away when all he wanted was care. Slowly, the happy dog became quiet. Now, he sits near old fences, watching people pass. He hides when footsteps come close, as if kindness is something he no longer understands. His bark is still inside him, but fear keeps it locked away. At night, he looks at the moon like an old friend who still remembers him. Maybe healing is not loud. Maybe it comes slowly, like small steps in soft sand. And maybe, one day, the shy dog will bark again and remember who he used to be.
By Chris Liberty 4 months ago in Poets
The red of your lips
The red of your lips A sacred wound of ruby, where wine runs slow, and in its curve the weariness of desire trembles.You speak, and the air tastes of iron, as if all love carried the scent of rust.Your lips — are not crimson, they are that border, the place where my fever learns to pray, slowly.For I am a creature of penumbra, who drinks silence from you, that severed silence, shadow of the red of your lips, the one that once drank from me.While the wine was still falling.
By Isidora Luna4 months ago in Poets
