sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
To speak freely?
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.”Cicero, in full Marcus Tullius Cicero (born 106 bce, died 43 bce) was an influential Roman statesman, lawyer, scholar, and writer during the age of the final civil wars that destroyed the Roman Republic.
By Pauline Fountain2 years ago in Poets
Apoplectic
"If tomorrow starts without me Know that I’ll always be with you Watching over you like a silent guardian Protecting you from any harm" SHUT UP! JUST STOP IT! Enough of your sugar-coated lies! You brought me into this cruel world without my consent And when your time comes, you’ll just die! How the hell is that fair?! Why must I carry the weight of your absence?! I never even asked to be here! Each day is a battle I never signed up for! And now you dare add insult to injury by dying on me You think I'll be fine?! NO! Yet, God forbid I die before you, For if I did, you’d feel the same unbearable pain That you think I should carry!
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
Chapter1: Hey Dream Man…
Hey Dream Man, why do you only show up well in my dreams? Why aren't you laying next to me when I awake the next day? When I wake up and realize it was only a dream I desperately try and fall back to sleep just to get another glimpse of your face. It's never the face I thought but it's the face buried in my subconscious. I've seen your face so many times. Have I met you before? Your smile seems so familiar dream man.. It always starts off as hate and then somewhere along the way you become my lover and can't get enough of me. Do you really exist? Where do I find you dream man? I don't dream of you often but when I do it's all night. Wouldn't it be something if you're dreaming of me too? Wondering where I am and how come I'm not in your arms? Going about your day with a wife maybe even kids knowing somewhere the literal woman of your dreams is out there? Don't get me wrong I feel guilty, I am attached and I do have kids but I can't help it dream man. Somehow out of nowhere, you appear. Smiling and grinning at me. I mean, it really always starts the same way. We argue and gripe. I have to defend myself against you because in my dreams you're a villian. But then oh but then, we become friends and that friendship leads to an intense love that explodes whenever you're, well you know. I won't explain it in detail because you're there with me.. but if you ever want to know how I felt about it one day I'll surely tell you. I should feel foolish but I don't. Pining over a man that isn't real. Figuring out ways to spend time with you if you were. It's crazy to hold on to such nonsense. But imma hold on anyways. I don't want to let you go dream man. Maybe one day I'll meet you and I hope you'll recognize me. Until then I'll meet you in my dreams....
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Poets
