sad poetry

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

Life
I’m dying, bleeding to death in front of a whole crowd. Not one seems to notice a thing; they just look and keep going. They walk back and forth right on a pile of blood. Do they see it? Is it really ...
Benita Gonzalez9 hours ago
The Snake and the Rabbit
The rabbit had no choice but to take shelter with the snakes when the other rabbits betrayed her But living with the snakes was no easy task Constantly looking over your shoulder Being taunted every d...
Michell Ortiz11 hours ago
Put It in a Bottle
The day before my mother died was painfully long. For all of us, especially her. My mom thought putting the cancer in her bottle would make it go away. Instead it made the bottle so hot it popped and ...
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Kayla Savage11 hours ago
Ups and Downs
You love me, you hate me, you love me again. You say "Baby, can we just be friends?" but then you love me again, has this become a trend? and now you hate me... "Oh please, not this all over again." Y...
Forgotten Fossil
Laying on the ground, passers walking by, not even a sound. The world is so quiet, like there is nothing making a sound, the world muted. Eyes watching, the feet pass by, the hurried walking to get to...
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Kayla Savage11 hours ago
8th Grade
When I walk in the hallway I feel like I stand out, even Though I know I don't. I don't Know why I'm scared to die My thoughts are full of doubts. Sometimes I question who is really here for me. Are y...
Laura Turner13 hours ago
Without Mom
Without Mom I knew I'd feel alone But I didn't know I would be alone. Without Mom I knew I'd be sad and depressed But I didn't think it would be about this. Without Mom I thought our family would beco...
Peter Hall14 hours ago
I Once Loved a Girl
I'd see her walking towards me with her skin so bronze and her smile so wide, and her hair hanging long, and her presence so warm, and her lips so soft, and her eyes shining so bright. Many times I wa...
Sydney Essex14 hours ago
Small
I hold you in my pocket where I try to distance you from my head. I push your judgment down along with everything you’ve said. I wish you would leave me alone, I wish I didn’t have to cry, I wish you ...
Jus' Marvin14 hours ago
Emergency
In the event of an emergency Call his name like a search warrant Breathe in each letter like your tongue isn’t ready to let him go just yet Reach for him, Grab him by his hands and beg Not for sympath...
noemy escobara day ago
What Is...?
What is Home? What is Life? What is a Promise? What am I? What is Love? What is Attention? What is Sleep? What are Feelings? What is Real? What is Reality? What is an Illusion? What is Depression? Wha...
Purple Prince
This is a poem I wrote in memory of Prince after he passed away.
Jane Doe2 days ago
Monster
I stand completely frozen. I stand in the doorway watching as this monster demands my sister to fall to his demands and desires. I hear his menacing voice boom through the one bedroom apartment as he ...
Alivia Evans2 days ago
A Letter to My Body
I viewed distantly, remorseless, as your skin drained of multi-color, as your muscle was burned off. Your stomach dented in as if the demon carved out a place to stay, and your legs grew too anemic to...
3/5/∞
Two years ago today you paid for my yearbook so I could hold onto memories, Two years ago today I never thought you’d be part of my grayed-out history, Two years ago today I thought I had overcome any...
Kaila King2 days ago
Pure
Purity. What is something so simple can be forced away at any moment. Warning signs in the back of my mind, that I set aside because I thought I was right. Little did I know there would come a time wh...
Jamie Stosic2 days ago
Vampires
She crept in the night Loneliness in her eyes The woods her only love Acceptance and comfort is what she needs Regret is what she feels Weeping as she feeds Oh, her sinister grin Rusty color on her li...
Amanda Zylstra2 days ago
Train of Depression
It’s like having your heart run over by a train you never saw coming. Then picking up the glass shards of a broken vase. You can glue it back together but it’s a lost cause and will only break when th...