sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
The War
She’s behind me lurking Watching over my shoulder whispering “You are truly alone in this world. No one looks for you. You will always be chasing them.”
LittleTree OppyPublished 6 months ago in PoetsYou’re Still On My Mind
Years passed And you’re still here Only In my thoughts I wish the memories were more clear But I only remember vaguely
Daniel CottlesPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMetamorphosis in its yonder strides in frantic beats
Metamorphosis in its yonder strides in frantic beats The claim of shedding the old skin belies in the challenge of facing the blazing heat
Hridya SharmaPublished 6 months ago in PoetsTitle: "Shadows of Deception
In the small town of Crestwood, strange occurrences begin to unfold after the arrival of a mysterious newcomer, Amelia Blackwood. The town's peaceful facade is shattered when a prominent local businessman is found dead under suspicious circumstances.As the investigation unfolds, the lead detective, Alex Turner, discovers a web of deceit and hidden secrets that run deep within the town. Each suspect has a motive, and everyone seems to be hiding something. Amelia, with her enigmatic past, becomes a person of interest, but her true intentions remain elusive.
Bassey blessingPublished 6 months ago in Poetsman made orphan
in moulding concrete, a lone tree abandoned, forgotten. Dying.
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 6 months ago in PoetsDepression and Isolation
Getting knocked down Is it worth getting up? This world is on my shoulders But my legs don’t feel that tuff I can’t keep going
Daniel CottlesPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - October 2023
Into Pieces
Was late to venture out here, Now I’ll have to face the cold Can’t feel my feet beneath me The frostbite takes it’s hold.
Henry ShawPublished 6 months ago in Poets - Top Story - October 2023
The Canyon
Arrived. To find not the promised land but a vast expanse of staggering depth and rollicking green and jagged red and infinitesimal blue all weaved together like the tapestry of some heavenly "other."
Brief Lucidity, Interlude
Is this what has become of me? A mere shadow of myself, a mindless zombie- This one fall evening, alone at home, sneaking in the dark corridors, I can't help but whisper,
ONE NIGHT EMBRACE
In the twilight's hazy embrace, we met, A fleeting encounter, a night to forget. Under the moon's gentle, forgiving glow,
Vincent Montrova ChitanhiPublished 6 months ago in PoetsUnrequited Love
Friends to awkwardness because he couldn't just stick with "it's platonic" ====================================================
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 6 months ago in PoetsLast Thoughts
I am losing track of time. Everything is too blurry- like when you open your eyes underwater. I can't even see colors anymore.