sad poetry

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

Poor Ghana
Beneath the golden sun, where the rivers flow, Lies a land rich in heart, but burdened by woe. Fields of cocoa stretch far and wide,
By Isaac Ampofo2 years ago in Poets
Ole Mammy, I'm Still Blue
Click the link to The Top Pops moving song, "Ole Mammy Blue". Wander, wander, wanderer true I began looking as soon as one could see for you
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Embers of love
Embers of Love In the quiet of night, love fades away, A dying ember in the break of day, Once a fire that burned so bright,
By Francisca 2 years ago in Poets
Ashes of hope
Ashes of Hope Once, we held hope in trembling hands, But it slipped away, like grains of sand, Now we stand in the ruins of dreams,
By Francisca 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of silence
Echoes of Silence In the heart of the night, a shadow roams, Wandering through halls of empty homes, Whispers linger where laughter once played,
By Francisca 2 years ago in Poets
The last goodbye
The Last Goodbye A final word, a lingering touch, The last goodbye, that hurts too much, Eyes meet, but hearts drift apart,
By Francisca 2 years ago in Poets
Fading portrait
Fading Portrait Your smile, a memory, fading with time, A ghostly image, once so sublime, The colors dim, the canvas wears thin,
By Francisca 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of silence
Echoes of Silence In the heart of the night, a shadow roams, Wandering through halls of empty homes, Whispers linger where laughter once played,
By Francisca 2 years ago in Poets
In the Presence of the Divine. AI-Generated.
If I had just one question for God, Would He pause in the silence of the stars, To answer the echoes of my wandering heart
By Jones2 years ago in Poets
surviving the reality
Precious mess If you think you are a mess Then yes you are my friend, You are a mess of many organs With eyes so beautiful
By Aamina tariq2 years ago in Poets
answer
After years of questioning and searching for answers deep within, she discovered that she felt nothing towards her parents. No love warmed her heart for them, and no longing disturbed her days. After diving deep into her emotions, she confronted this painful truth and asked herself the question she had long avoided: Why? The sorrow gnawed at her as she faced this bitter reality, and the thought of whether this fate would also befall her children weighed heavily on her.
By Warm vanilla 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes in the Cell
In shadows deep, where sun fades light, A world confined in iron clades. Cold are the walls, long are the nights, Time dripping slow in mournful lights.
By Musinguzi Herbert2 years ago in Poets