sad poetry

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

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
If tomorrow starts without me, don't let it stop for you. The sun still will rise, and you, my dear, must too. 🕊️ If tomorrow starts without me,
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Poets
The silent scribe
In a house of ticking clocks, where sunlight falls in muted beams through lace curtains, I dwelt, a spectator in a script penned by unseen hands—
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Forsaken by nature
In the dense, fog-choked woods, a sapling sways— Its roots cling to barren soil, Invisible, it seeks nourishment from the cracked earth,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Where fairytales go to die
In the dim glow of youthful dreams, where fairytales spun their silken threads, I reached out with hands stretched wide, cradling an illusion of eternal love.
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
There Is A Beast
There is a beast That resides in my head He remains dormant Until he needs fed ---- When he awakens He does swiftly pounce
By Jason A2 years ago in Poets
OLD SALT
OLD SALT And Old Glory _+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_ I went to visit Dad today. He never said a word. The pounding of my breaking heart
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
GRIEVING ME
Any feeling at all is something worth having. I hope if you remember anything it’s that I tried every day to feel something more. That I begged God to show me how. I stood in our sunroom surrounded by everything I loved and I cried to no one. It never lasted more than a second. I hope you remember the way I said I love you. The way I squeezed you but could never say what it meant. I hope you know what it meant. You can let the anger wash your wrists and I won’t be there to stare deadly at them. To smile with only my lips. I tried to show it in my eyes. I care for you. I watched your chest breathe like an infant. I want you to be cared for. You can give away my things. You can sell them or burn them if it makes you feel better. I want you to do something with the feelings I could never feel myself. Any feeling at all is something worth having. So when you feel relieved I hope you know I am too.
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
Fading light
In darkness's hollow, where shadows play Hope's light flickers out, and fades away All that was thought to be, now lost and gone Leaving emptiness, where love once belonged Backups failed, and friends turned cold Mocking whispers, young and old Some offer aid, but with a hidden fee A price too high, for a soul to be free The weight of needs, a crushing load No resources left, to lighten the road Confusion reigns, depression's dark night A world that once cared, now ignores the fight No one takes me serious, a fading voice A life force dwindling, a heartfelt choice To find the strength, to carry on the fight To rise above, and shine with new light In this desperate hour, I search for a way To overcome, to seize a brighter day To find the courage, to face the test To rise from the ashes, and find my best Hold on to hope, a glimmer of light A chance to rediscover, a new-found might To turn the tide, to find a way to thrive To survive the darkness, and stay alive.
By Emem Ini2 years ago in Poets
Why Do You Keep Walking Away?
You pretend that you don't know me, After all these years that have gone by, You won't even say your name, Even though you still talk to me like you
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Screams From Down Under. Content Warning.
A bleaque scene In a dark room After midnight My pillow over my face I suffocate in the sounds Of screams from down under
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Where are you?
"Where are you?" I howled in the night, drenched from head to toe, finding something that died ages ago. "You killed me," she replied "You burned me alive" she roared. "Please come back," I cried, "I am long gone," my soul replied....
By Prasidhi Agarwal2 years ago in Poets