sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Oceania
I listen to the sound of echoes, in between the rhythm and seagulls screeching. To drown you out in the background, to tune you out and all your misdemeanors. You sail away, I cast off your ropes. I've marooned you to the middle of nowhere. I've shipped you off. Your assumptions meet your expectations. I write this in hopes one day, you will swallow your own insults. You're skilled in the art of deception and I see right through you. Your disappointments aren't mine. Why can't you face me? When all you do is see yourself. I hear the shattering of explosions, the tranquility of blind indifference. It enraptures me, in captivity, unwillingly. You're on the other side and I'm fine where I am. You fade even further away. I go into the shadows where you never stray. I'm not listening to what I've heard before. To hypocritical contradictions, to nonsense convictions. I wave good bye once again. I keep coming back to this. And it will, one day, be the last time. Long gone are the understatements of grounded wings. I am on takeoff to the lands of immortality. The mist gives way. It's been waiting for me. I dive into the vastness of the void. I jump off the precipice into the abyss of perseverance. I've come to endure. My tears will dry and my wings will expand. You've gone into the distance. You grow weaker and dimmer. I grow taller and higher. This height elevates me. You're buried in the dirt. I hear the seagulls enveloping me. The waves carry you out to sea and I'm in between all that you can't see. I listen to the wind surrounding me. To the repeat of echoes and to the scratching of vulture claws. Farewell. You are now officially dead to me
Anna TorresPublished 3 months ago in Poets"CATALINA BOARDWALK ROMANCE"
This is fictional prose. The characters and story are fictional, and were created by the author's eclectic brain of fairytales blended with real life of places, people, and other stuff. The Pink Blush Hotel and The Dream Factory Studios are fictional properties. Any reflection to real characters is coincidental.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPromises
Promises Let Me Go Or Make Me Wanna Stay Life Is Full Of Heartbreak So, Give Me A Reason To Stay Red Eyes Look Up At The Sky Just As It Turns Black
Josh MorganPublished 3 months ago in PoetsDid I Hurt You?
Tell me, please- Am I the villain in your story? I can only hope and wish that it was someone before me, but I'm not writing your story
Josh MorganPublished 3 months ago in PoetsCrushed
Like an arrow shot from an archer's bow Those words pierced me through That day you said you had to go I never thought it would be this painful.
Victory Harry IzevbekhaiPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPOMPEII
In the shadow of Vesuvius, where time took flight, Pompeii stood, a city bathed in sunlight. Whispers of life in every cobblestone,
Melania J.L.Published 3 months ago in PoetsA Plea For Covid To Leave
When we met, you came on very subtly. Just a touch here, a pang there. I thought at first, maybe we could, Get along, you do your thing, and I do mine.
Young Love
Young love is such a shame Everyone takes it in without the right way Almost as broken as a wave That crashes the shores
- Top Story - February 2024
Things Discarded, An Incomplete List
What’s discarded callously and without thought? A dried banana peel, The fruit was soft and brown. The avocado I let turn,
Sean ElliottPublished 3 months ago in Poets A Survivor of His Pain
He suffers acutely from the painful rejection, Knowing that his sacrifices have been forgotten, His heart rendering the conclusion that is obsolete,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 3 months ago in PoetsReckless Beginnings
Your name was starting to pop off my tongue in causal converstaions, relating something to you based off my recent evaluations, I kept it all quiet at first, maybe for the best only a few poeple knew because now I feel hurt. A end to a reckless beginning I suppose, I feel careless that anyone knows, Because since I was involved with you, I feel utterly exposed and cheap. I know this is on me, but it hurts, it hurts because to me it mattered, because all that flattery that soaked into my skin, feels pretend. Feels like maybe I read you wrong, or I was clouded by my own wants, But now I question if it was worth my cost. You tell me you still had a great time, that saying that makes everything in my mind seem fine, you probably even feel bad about it, without understanding my cause and effect. A day ago I was amazed with your understanding about my processing after our actions, you asked me if I wanted to talk about it, then joined me to sit. I never told you what I was processing, why I needed air after our thing, but its because of situations like these, I let myself feeling with the power of belief, I know how this person will treat me, That the kiss meant something to you, That the intamacy drew you closer too. I know our life dont line up and honestly we probably dont event belong, but if I wonder if I knew how it ended, if I would go back through all of it. Because you seemed so great, And the meeting you all that time ago seemed a little like fate, maybe it still could be. But letting myself being mentally and physically close to you, then being second place, feels like a fucked up way to continue being mates.
Rilee AreyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsEmpty heart
I walked through a dark forest A forest which was once full of flowers and fragrance A forest filled with birds chirping and sunlight