sad poetry

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

Still Mourning
How could they? Those golden fingers prying through the dark nights Fresh dawn dew tingling my reddened nose Loss is still ringing in my ears, deaf toward a new morning
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
If Ghosts Are Real. Top Story - October 2024. Content Warning.
How easy it would be to grieve if part of you still existed with me, your essence making its presence the moments I needed most; feeling you near,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
**Fortress of Solitude**
You build your fortress, stone by stone, a towering shield against the world unknown. I step inside when silence fills the air,
By John Nixon2 years ago in Poets
Send the Stars to Bed
I don't have te strength to want, to discover places I can't reach. To build goals upon the mountains and try enough to beseech.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Laughter. AI-Generated.
In a room full of laughter, they crack the best jokes, But when the crowd disperses, it’s just them and their hopes. Witty comebacks dance on the tip of their tongue,
By Babar khan2 years ago in Poets
Sensory Key/Time-Jump Alchemy
My thoughts, they always wander to you, to—the memory of your love—how it felt, unconditional-non-judgemental. The warmth of your embrace, left cheek, right cheek kiss and a strong sense of belonging to something beyond my own mortal shell.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Fade to Black..
Bitter burning scorching my innards. Light piercing my eyes, blurry vision, I’m falling, watching concrete rush at me. Aching head as my surroundings turn into a red sea, my nostrils swim in the stench of rusty blood, urine, vomit and bile.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Sunshine
Driving Radio on Another poem Another stupid line Because you are my sunshine The thing that keeps me from losing my mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Weight
Strapped in my vest The weight crushing my chest Why does life always feel like a test Trapped in the vestments of life Listening to each other’s strife
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
When All Senses Fade Away
Auditory breakdown—the sounds of the world around you reduced to deafening all-encompassing silence. Silence that eats at your sanity, breeds paranoia and mocks you, transforming the world of sounds into a world of inanity.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I feel cold
When I look at my life. I feel cold. I see darkness ahead of me. I feel as if heavy rain is falling on me. The wind is constantly ruining whatever I make.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
Death came.... Content Warning.
in competing waves of bright, sickly flowers and disinfectant churning my stomach and greasing my puckered yellowed skin with drips that crusted in the salt-white corners of my mouth
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets