sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Empty Mind
An empty mind Is a blessing most kind Those with their mind clear Have very little to fear You could say I’m envious And I question why I have sentience
Victor EdmundsPublished about an hour ago in PoetsFear
dont u ever feel scared dont u feel the pain i see u in every men thats how i end from where i begin i stop and again felt the same
it was a simple solution
it was a simple solution designed to keep us sated while we impatiently waited for the lunchtime feast it was a simple concoction
Paul StewartPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsLove's Midnight Serenity
In shadows deep, where light retreats, Love's whispered song, my heart it greets. Amidst the night, where fears hold sway, Your touch, a beacon, lights my way.
Moris OchiengPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsStory
When I reached home in the evening that mother told her story The wife had a glass of water in her hand that he also told his story And when I had just taken a glass of water from my wife, That the sisters also told their story father sitting in a corner I was smiling a little seeing all this that suddenly father spoke softly go eat food Rest, you must be very tired As soon as I heard this I looked at my father. It felt as if we both looked eye to eye. Told each other their story.
The Unspoken Words
In our current reality where words frequently neglect to catch the profundity of human feelings, quietness arises as a significant language, rich with implicit bits of insight and secret stories. "The Implicit Words" digs into this domain of quiet, where the reverberations of uncelebrated tunes and the murmurs of the heart resound stronger than any communicated in language. Go along with us on an excursion to unwind the secrets covered inside the language of quiet, as we investigate the significant inquiry: "Do you figure out them?"
Creative ChroniclesPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsO Palestine
In the land where olive trees weep, And whispers of sorrow forever creep, There lies a tale of ancient plight, In Palestine's heart, where darkness alights.
Hassaan KhalidPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsEARSPLITTING
Splintering pain shattering my skull from the inside out. Pangs of pain spreading through my brain not unlike the Earth's core, hot, fuming ready to release all of its secrets. Pressure building, emotions fueling a fire deep within, steam breaking the seal, quaking, gears grinding, skull splitting.
Hayley MattoPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsUnpredicted Grief
Uninvited sorrow knocks on the door, A guest unwelcome, yet it enters in. No warning given, no time to implore, Unpredicted grief, where do I begin?
Sorrowful WhisperPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsThe Guilt
The Guilt Oh no! there it is again Echoes once more Why did I do it? Haunts like a vengeful witch Oh! Their innocent hearts
LordConejohPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsNostalgic Poetry
" I don't need you anymore I have a lot of people now. I keep talking to these people all day long. I have a lot of your words. "
The End
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Atomic HistorianPublished about 18 hours ago in Poets