sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
lost meanin’ of existence
my mother’s ashes can’t find home anywhere near – implacable need * 19 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in PoetsElemental ruin
Flames of fury fly in a raging, rampant roar as fire flees its fate. Water won't dare douse - unless it's warped with whiskey,
Tadhg JelanPublished about a year ago in PoetsOver watered
Heal me dear water! Too much dear water! I can’t - Breathe. I am drowning.
at the back of beyond
pumps out grief, sucks air crude oil-water emulsion eddy grime spouts out * 23 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in PoetsWho are we?
Keep me steady as I walk my very first steps still a child yet. * Fickle as her thoughts, I have no idea what I am but I will look.
Text help stop, Lemon drop
how was your (I hope you are feeling rested today) Is work going well (I miss our long talks) Are you finished with (Those amazing narratives with angels and blood thirsty clans?)
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago in PoetsHappy Hour
It’s when my serotonin Dances with dopamine, And endorphins meet up with oxytocin At their favorite bar for happy hour
Visiting You
Winds howl, my heart burns, Is it rain or just my tears Falling on your grave?
Matthew PerrinoPublished about a year ago in PoetsA World on Fire
Flames dance, embers fly. The woods beg quietly for Rain that never comes.
Matthew PerrinoPublished about a year ago in Poetsfor Pete’s sake!
cold earth clinch, cinch up racetrack black cloud envisaged breathed his last at last * 23 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Reader
Dear Reader, If I ever loved you, just know that I still do. When the rain taps at my window, and I fall asleep watching the tiny flame of a citrus scented candle,
Daniel IngramPublished about a year ago in PoetsThey're not Airplanes
Up in the night sky I see comets streaking by Teardrops far up high *** Made of ice and dust I wish upon them, I thrust
Thavien YliasterPublished about a year ago in Poets