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 You Come Back Tomorrow
My world has been dark since you went away, My life is full of shadows and empty tears, The sun shines, but I don't see or feel it,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Seventh Haiku
If I were Isaac Would you hesitate to touch Your fire to my wood?
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
The Sound of Rain at Night
In the silent darkness of the night Rain falls gently, softly kissing the earth Each drop sings a melody Accompanying the night with an eternal rhythm
By Radiant Roots2 years ago in Poets
I Thought I’d Moved Past This . Top Story - August 2024.
When the lonely lingers And my doubts arise The fear remembers Every scar that I hide Highlighting emotions I’ve kept shoved way down deep
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Haunted by the Past
In the silence of the night, I hear echoes of our laughter Moments once shared, now shadows, growing ever after. The love we had, now a ghost, haunting my every breath
By Lil'Rosie2 years ago in Poets
My purpose
Growing up I thought life was like the tales my grandma would sit me to say, so I always had high expectations from life. But here I am stuck in between in my twenties confused on what I want in this life. Feeling like a failure even before starting.
By Sophie Richard 2 years ago in Poets
Stay's here.
Your pictures keep coming in front of me. What should I say to anyone else? They tell me a lot before I do. Seeing your pictures, my boat of memories starts moving. Sitting in this boat of memories, my eyes flow like the ocean. Each moment is heavy, When this boat goes far into this ocean. There is a shore right now (present), But this boat often gets stuck in the storms of the past.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
So Be It
At peace, feeling calm yet struck with anxiety Looking for the light and in it's entirety The path grows winding and my vision is blur
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Understanding
My words come out in perfect English careful, precise, intentional, but you hear gargling, mumbles, ancient Greek, anything but the words I mean,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Seeds of truth
If you believe in my baby my love doesn’t linger you're wrong Perhaps not in your tainted womb for it’s a cold tomb But I mad sure she thrived like a sacred song
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Relationship cripple
You got me reaching toward twisted. Glazed by smiles that unlocked my heart Only to be locked in yours. You held me in your palm.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
WE'RE AMERICANS FIRST
Elections makes me sad. It makes me wonder when we forgot that before being a democrat or republican, We're Americans First.
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets