sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Broken dreams
In shadows deep, my heart does weep, Lost in sorrow, in darkness steep. Tears like rain, fall from my eyes, Underneath the starless skies.
Blessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
Atomic HistorianPublished 22 minutes ago in PoetsSadness
In the depths of sorrow's embrace, Where shadows linger, and tears erase, A poem unfolds, a tale untold, Of sadness that pierces, a heart grown cold.
love story
In a love that knew no bounds, we found, A connection so deep, a bond profound. Across borders and cultures, our hearts are entwined, But traditions and norms are cruelly confined.
When i get old.
I will grow old, my skin will sag The body will lose energy Eyes will lose their sharpness The teeth will leave me
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsLove's neglected death.
The pages of memory are covered with dust Pain congealed across the ice-cold heart Fertile love with warm touch. Sometimes the hard pressure of Chaitra burns the mind like fire
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsMy Beloved
When I woke up You were waiting for me I was not alone while sun-bath You were there for me Forest watched us talking
Farhat NaseemPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsNot Accepted
Of course everything has changed now but Even now this is not accepted. My heart still yearns to meet and talk to you. But don't know, now the eyes don't do that thing.
Wrong is wrong
Wrong is wrong no matter how right it is Life is not a burden burden is perspective character is defined by qualities not with words love is not for the body Must have qualities wrong is wrong no matter how right it is wrong is wrong No matter how true it may be wrong is wrong No matter how pure the thoughts and deeds are, wrong is wrong Even if it is not my own actions wrong is wrong no matter how right it is
Whispers of the Heart
In fields where roses bloom, she stands, A lady fair, with grace untamed, Her eyes, a realm where dreams command, In whispers soft, love's song proclaimed.
Arpan Kumar DasPublished about 12 hours ago in Poets(A Dream) He Thinks, Holding Her For The First Time
Amber, That I take you here and now The wind will carry my deeds elsewhere, Whether greed or equity won; And prize could be phthisis.
Christian LeePublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsSynchrony
Behead the conscious wrath obligated to scatter destruction! I believe evil must be punished, but that means I'm first in