sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
You were supposed to be the one person I could confide in. Hell. You were the one person I could confide in. You were my everything. You were the one person I thought would never hurt me - the one person I couldn't ever picture hurting me. You used to fight to keep me safe. You used to be the one who'd pull me out in order to keep me safe. You were my everything. My everything. I used to love every single ounce of you, and now I can't even think of your name without crying. I can't look at a picture of you without feeling like someone shoved a razor-sharp dagger into my lung. So I guess what I have to say is...
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Poets
Justice!
How do we celebrate independence? When any hunter preys on our daughters! Our helplessness is such that these hunters Sit in the lap of our protectors (government, administration and court) and play their games! The families of the daughters who have become victims and the people of this country, keep getting trapped in the labyrinth of this game of theirs every time! We lose, get tired and get trapped in this game of theirs every time! We will not fall prey to their games this time. We will fight this battle for our daughters Until we and our daughters get justice!
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
a dime a dozen
i won’t try to scare you with the promise that you’ll never find another girl like me, when we both know what’s most terrifying is just how common i can be. you’ll never want to see my eyes again, but you’ll spot them everywhere, like dirty windows, as light and clear as smudged glass. you’ll see a hundred brunettes a day with hair tumbling down their sagging backs, with lazy buns and bangs to help hide the faces they can’t stand, faces you’ll start hating too. they’ll cry enough to combat the worst of droughts because they’ll have issues that ignite like gasoline and i can’t wait for you to learn that i was never as obscure as you swore i seemed. they’ll ask about the things you hate and things you love and things you like somewhere in between and they’ll beg you to place them in one of those categories. they’ll question if they exist and if they do, they’ll wonder if they should; you’ll hold the bodies they loathe while they compare themselves to something they think you’d rather have, because we’re well aware of how typical our mouths must taste and how mundane it must sound when we confess how we’ve never loved someone like you before.
By melancholy galaxies2 years ago in Poets
