sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
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You make my life wonderful Sometimes we hurt each other When we stumble and fall But without you I wouldn’t have it all
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSomething, Somewhere
Watching you from afar Breaks me Watching you struggle with your sisyphean task Give me your time, is all I ask Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSomeone's Daughter, Someone's Son
At the bang of a gun it's already too late Someone's daughter, someone's son * Damage can't be undone There's no respawn or replicate
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHeart and Soul
You swipe and scroll all you want But that’s not what you’ll ever want Find someone that wants you for your heart That wants to connect
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in Poets"Whispers of the Heart"
In the darkness of the night, words unfold, A graceful dance of feelings, a gentle glow. Within the garden of hushed voices, love plays its role,
Waseem835 TvPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAll Year
My dreams are so precious to me They are my reality You and me in the 4D Circumstances never matter I know we will arrive at a place that's so much better
Frankie MartinelliPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWho I am ?
Who I am The angel is looking at me from moon light damn Am I a prince of a nation free No land, yes its pain Magic does it exist?
Writer's Block
Writer's block is nothing next To the walls that jump Up unexpected, mid-path. Like if life had writer's Block, but was a sensation
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWounded Past
Childhood trauma dripped with a painful past. All I'm left with is the memories of the wounds you inflicted, My hollowed out heart will forever remain in a cast. The questions that nobody asked. Endless fights that were left with misunderstandings and contradiction. My life was pretty grand when compared to other people's childhoods in contrast. Revolving door arguments that left us feeling like we were walking around barefoot on broken glass. A few of my childhood memories have become restricted. I just want a hug, is that really too much to ask? We were at war with our minds like a supposed sunny day with a chance of rain overcast. With the pain we wear on our sleeve from scars that were self-inflicted. We are just a generation of broken children with an enormous past. My childhood memories are smashed. I became the black sheep of the flock which was absolutely unpredicted. The war going on in my mind is absolutely trashed.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 4 months ago in PoetsThe Noble Art
part of me says to fight, to fight and get in that final word when it would be so much easier to say fuck it all and take a dive in the third
The One That Matters Belongs to You
Many the hearts I've trampled through One that causes me the most guilt The one that matters belongs to you * There are times I wish I could start anew
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBack when we were young~
Back when birthdays were exciting, Back before food had calories, Back before your grandparents lived forever, Back when Christmas was all about Santa,