sad poetry

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

Chloe kuhn9 hours ago
Bruises
My sheer cover is stained by your touch I didn’t want it to ever stop I spoke with my eyes, questioning your next move Your hands on my legs Your lips on my neck They form something else besides words...
Fractured Mirrors
I'm not scared of mirrors. I look at them from time to time, but every morning as I wake in the darkness of the sun's absence and go to wash my face, I can't bring myself to look at my reflection. I d...
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Payton Carrell9 hours ago
Living Dead
The dark sky surrounds me sucking me into an abyss, leaving me empty and alone. A few days earlier i seen people and faces, now it’s just black. I turn to my left and then to my right, looking behind ...
Writer #5674829 hours ago
Addict
I know I shouldn’t, yet my actions would suggest otherwise. I don’t know why I do the things I do, would knowing change anything? I’m not sure how many times I’ve repeated this mistake. I can’t say I’...
Catherine Stevens10 hours ago
Fallen Art
His strokes were slow and straight, The scene was a biblical flood, The canvas was filled, The mission was complete,And it all was done with blood. The vein was draining fast, The tube drilled into th...
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Lynette M11 hours ago
Refill
When you were just a baby, So innocent and sweet, In a world full of hatred and pain, I’d sit and watch you sleep. With one hand I’d rub my finger across your cheek, And with the other I’d wipe away t...
Molly R.13 hours ago
A Drowning in Spring
Spring came back with earnest, knocking on my door and laying flower petals down along the sidewalk. Spring came back, but you never did. The white picket fences slowly turned to chain link; the gate ...
Brandy Lawson13 hours ago
Your Mirror
Your mirror is broken Distant memories fog the shattered glass As you cover your face And keep living in your traumatic past Let me show you the reflection Of the beauty that stands before me Turn aro...
Jack Frost13 hours ago
Brain Damage
11:36 pm. I was a bit traumatised I'm doing everything wrong He knew, he approached and started yelling. Apparently I have brain damage. He told me I have brain damage. I certainly hope not treating b...
Amanda Olejniczak13 hours ago
Destroyed Security
My long hair to hide my face or sometimes the tears falling I cut it short, then buzzed half of it off to make a point That I was not afraid of or under the control of him anymore A blanket to cover t...
Rielee Flodin14 hours ago
Melancholy
Melancholy, as it sounds you’re the glory while I am the ground. Ashes grown in plants I smoke. Burning up, the weed we toke. Desperately trying to keep your gaze, learning from our lonesome days. Swa...
Gillette Thomas14 hours ago
1911.45 ACP
Everyday I walk past you, your smile so warm others attract you. It's almost contagious, your smile, so radiant. The happy kid, practically skipping to 6th. 6th period was algebra we always had fun. I...
Cassiie Etienne14 hours ago
Late Night Thoughts
late nights red eyes broken thoughts slipping away from my hands…. I won't let you get close enough to hurt me. there is no way. im trapped in some game, being played. im dragged in something I have n...
Gillette Thomas14 hours ago
Scars
Who did this to me? Who left me with these lesions, Lesions, an ugly word. Ugly like the burden you left in me. Left me with this cancer. Not of physical but mental destruction. The only high I get is...
Cassiie Etienne14 hours ago
Shadow
They are everywhere in a corner or in front of things but the one that scares me, is right behind me. she never leaves me, taunting, following me everywhere I go. We are the same from head to toe but,...
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Delgado ;14 hours ago
Theirs vs Mine
I stay focused on the pain and hatred inside my own that I overlook that a lot have the same tone actually a higher pitch, more bass, more UGHF a sadder face— People are crying, drowning, dying, and l...
Ulises Urzua14 hours ago
Heart
You grabbed your red and black paint And painted a target on my chest The paint was so cold And the brush was tough like bristles While the image of your body Was getting tattooed in my head You took ...
Raindrops on my Window
There's something about raindrops hitting my window in the morning They crash into the glass pane and send echos through my room Each drop pushing me deeper into my mattress I'm still haunted by the s...