sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Mania
my manic episodes drive me to different states sometimes they use up all the gas in my tank and money in my bank on impuslive euphoria
Lolly VieiraPublished 6 months ago in PoetsAlive
there is a world of terror between my temples the sacred shaking and sweating of my palms is a testament to it shadowed figures of failure cloaked in confusion dragging daggers doused in poison and I bare and bruised stand on quivering knees and clanking bones of a skeletal disaster braving the world outside of the closet graciously crawling on shattered atrial pieces bloodied hands grasping for a sliver of sanity constantly flicking a fluidless lighter in a vast tunnel of trouble but some how eventually and inevitably the sun always rises again courage begins to pour from my cardiac arrest and adrenaline pumps through my body and spills out of the holes in my sides some how I always make it out alive
Lolly VieiraPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMs. Memories
I have memories of her- they dance vividly in my mind The love in her embrace and the warmth of her home Her hugs- a language all their own
Miss Not Mum
Mum, I shout out loud The laughter though reminds me I'm at school, not home * Thanks for reading!
Paul StewartPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Mind's Mirror
The home reflects your mind, What shall you find? Empty spaces filled, Memories killed. * I hear their voices above,
Bradley RamseyPublished 6 months ago in PoetsLonely Old Man
I have struggled with yes/no on this one, kinda sad, but often true, everyone isn’t blessed with family and friends who care, thankfully I am, hope you all are also. Thanks as always for the read!!
Moe RadosevichPublished 6 months ago in PoetsPatience is a Virtue, But Not One of Mine
Waiting with a lack of patience Sometimes I am like the overeager child Who expects a grand gift (Which is exactly what he is and will be)
Emily DickersonPublished 6 months ago in PoetsDEATH
Death stalks the earth Enough corruption overflows it Avarice is rooted deep The time has come Hell will drag them down.
Sara CrippsPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMessenger
This constant feeling I have. Sorrowfully it fills me I see, I hear, I feel, I know. Those around me can't, their eyes are closed
Sara CrippsPublished 6 months ago in PoetsWho Am I
I am the ruler of eternal night. I am the one who is the one. I am everything. And yet, I am just a little insignificant insect in this world
Sara CrippsPublished 6 months ago in Poets"Never Forget"
It was a bright, sunny October morning. There was not a cloud in the sky. I was peaceful, yet my heart was filled with fear. As we approached the hospital in Starkville, I put on a brave face. Today I was having knee reconstruction surgery. I continued my brave face as my mom and I made it to my room. We were waiting in the room for a long time before the nurse and doctor came in.
BrestylefirePublished 6 months ago in Poets"Change Your View"
See, what is there not, what you want to see Hear, only truth not lies Judge, with an open heart not, with a
BrestylefirePublished 6 months ago in Poets