sad poetry

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

See You Again
I cannot even begin to understand how quickly time has passed I still remember the feel of your hand in mine The dimming light behind your eyes
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
The Silence You Left
Since the moment you left this world I've felt the weight of your absence Listening hard for the sound of your laughter Except I'm met with palpable silence.
By Laura2 years ago in Poets
8/21/24
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Silence
s tanding alone, waiting for the clock to turn i n me is a deep fear, a dark emptiness l eeching into my veins, my very blood
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Wounded Souls
Across years Through endless miles We imagined ourselves alone Fighting through hateful guile Building walls of strongest stone
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
Haunted. Content Warning.
Still, the bed laid untouched the way you left it that crisp, fall morning. Introductions were never my strong suit, Losing every ounce of love I once felt; faded away the day you left.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Poets
BROKEN BOTTLES
Broken bottles Shattered glass, a mournful sight, Once filled with joy, now lost in night. A symbol of what once has been, A fragile vessel, now broken and keen. Fragments scattered, scattered wide, A jagged mess, where hope once died. A reminder of times gone by, Of laughter, tears, and dreams that fly. Yet in the broken, beauty can be found, A mosaic of pieces, scattered around. A testament to life's fragility, A fragile thing, so easily. So let us cherish what we have, Before it's lost, beyond the grave. And let us learn from broken glass, To hold things dear, that will not pass.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
Flashes of You
Screams of agony fill the room. Intense, painful, memories come a'knocking; Haunting images of you. Lust and love it was not,
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Poets
The Weight of Silence
As he departed, he clasped my right hand gently, A tender press, like a whisper of solace, An unspoken vow danced in that moment,
By Serenade2 years ago in Poets
Silence
Slosh, sulking, sullen. Ink dripping down in this Last Entrapment, Niche encampment, Crushing feat in this last Encounter, this embrace, of this moment of silence.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
the scavenger's daughter
i poison roses into shriveled sentiments i should appreciate while they thrive; instead, i wonder how anyone could like a dustheap, a magpie hoarding detrimental matter that makes it hard to sleep at night. i can revamp a warm house into a hellfire i’m too guilt-ridden to escape. i can deform a golden heart into a torture device with my thumbscrewed-up brain. i’m the scavenger’s daughter wrenching herself out of shape, warping a beautiful person, or what could be, into something to hate.
By melancholy galaxies2 years ago in Poets
A Poem - Written by Depression
Silently in the night, I cry, hidden tears, not to let you go, to not see your face, all brilliant, to hear your voice screaming into the wind, this madness in my heart, a silent rage, ripped apart from my very soul, that day you left the mortal world, me all alone, a broken soul, I never claimed to be a saint, here I stand, misery, nothing left to give, to hear the silence of the grace, this broken world I call home, no hope remains.
By Jason Giecek2 years ago in Poets