sad poetry

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

Lana Broussard20 hours ago
Deep Water
Who inhabits this lake? Let him come forth The Master of Sea Monsters and bad dreams The fortune teller of fathomless seas How trapped is he this watery spirit a decimated dreamer silenced by still wa...
Evelyn V.21 hours ago
Compositions
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Jodie Redwood2 days ago
Poetically Unpoetic
not good at poems speaking the language of the non spoken, a language so understood until it isn't. when you want to express your inner thoughts to the world but not, screaming can you hear me! but also... hey did you get that. we want to convey a message so felt that many will profess they can relate... but do they. I've always wondered how people could pull something so deep from their soul that I have been feeling my whole life, able to express what kept me speechless. poets speaking a langua...
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Ember :)2 days ago
Intrusive Thoughts
You’re always everyone’s “shoulder to cry on,” When it’s your turn to cry, why are you all alone? Arms a secure place for all to run to, But when you’re completely hopeless, you’re the one without a h...
If Found, Please Call
lost souls wandering around waiting tables to make cash to feed cigarettes habits and half-empty stomachs kissing lifeless chapped lips to feed egos and fill voids loving someone you wish you were fuc...
Lex's Lair2 days ago
Were You Ever Like Me?
Were you ever like me? Did you ever dig your nervous nails into the palms of your hands? Did you ever walk three miles in the bitter cold just hoping to calm the hell down? Did you ever pray the boili...
Robert Crisp3 days ago
I Might Miss You
Some tomb-dark night, when the stars seem perilously close and the moon hangs like blame, I might miss you. But then, I’ve roamed the gaps in the constellations and found the cold delightful. I’ve set...
Lana Broussard3 days ago
Winter Path
Always something amiss blue frost sweeping the edge of a hard north wind An open wound Festers in the flutter of consciousness a patient soul smothered in dark ashes Slumbering in discontent sleep On ...
Lana Broussard3 days ago
At the Market
Shopping with my mother I'm fifty going on nine in the produce section the green disarray of lettuces flamboyant peppers add some flair as if Matisse had been let loose there. Above our heads the indu...
Ecarg Nosive4 days ago
Sympathy Is for the Weak
Why are you so sad all the time? Why can’t you get those same things off your mind? By now you should have been fine The clock is ticking and all you’ve been doing is lying in your bed, lying to your ...
Danna Shanklin4 days ago
Stains of the Day
The stains of the day, oh how they cling. Seeking to control and direct me on paths that I may not want to take. Pulling and pushing, digging deeply into my conscious to sway my thoughts. Stealing fro...
Jonathan Doyel5 days ago
Silence
Silence stopped a beating heart today. The gold is mine and the flesh is yours. But the gilded pay a heavy price: the guilt of loss, of wasted hours. If I had cared; If I had shared. If I had examined...
Anarchy Knight5 days ago
Glass Child
I’ll promise you hope and I’ll promise you an ache But I just can't promise that I won't just break I just don't know how to cope. I'm not broken Just a little bit cracked It's loudly unspoken It's pl...
Anarchy Knight5 days ago
Borrowed
Some things are stolen It doesn't have to be golden Just a few words spoken An all seeing omen. They stole my tomorrows I steal no borrow A worn down shadow I still wear the afterglow I just want a li...
Pelagia Pais6 days ago
I Have Been Quiet
I have been quiet. I have felt that I have been sharing too much of feeling low. I have felt that I have been writing too much on not being happy. I have felt the pressure within myself to feel more u...
Lana Broussard6 days ago
Honeymoon to Burnished Island
The cove beckons me to the sea it is really further than it appears We jinxed this thing there is truly no honeymoon just a wasted woman squeezing lemons in a timeshare skirting the coast the tourists...
Four Brown Walls
my four brown baries hold her secrets together. she hasn't stepped in here since the last week in July. she's afraid of her own room. I remember seeing everything: the way his hands traveled over her ...
Last Night
Last night Last night I was willing To be with you Last night I was going To love you Last night I was going To be the one I was going to be naked Before your eyes Pouring my true self in you But last...