sad poetry

The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.

Bobby Deese2 years ago
Silence Has a Voice
There is that moment of silence When you are expecting an answer Any answer And if it does not come immediately It seems like an eternity It can be a very despairing moment Your thoughts may even begi...
Amber Crocker2 years ago
A Rant
He looked at her like she was the moon as she looked at him like he was a divine, ethereal being. Even though she was fine being hidden during the night, He made sure her tranquil beauty was to be see...
Ben Attwood2 years ago
Young Boy Crossing
I wasn't the first and doubtfully the last But one of a few To see you before you passed Small, jointed arm Raised to the right But behind is the freight That would steal your life Eyes wide, Innocent...
Doreen Simpson2 years ago
Would It Matter At All?
I am always contemplating the truth about life and death. Why does everything seem to come so easy for some? They seem to have it all; anything they could ever desire. They are so happy and everyone l...
Sydney robinson2 years ago
Empty
Empty. Vessel of self. Too busy filling everyone's tea cup You let your well run dry. Linked up in the seams Of anxiety and withered dreams Falsetto screams Only heard after the cup clinks Now sink......
Jade Dawson2 years ago
How I Make My Bed
Bloodless, Alabaster silk, Spineless, can't get off mom's milk, She says I tuck boys in too tight, Maybe she's right, Sometimes I can't bare to let them go at night, Anemic, you can't believe it, Neve...
hero polo2 years ago
Miss
Every quiet, Each of our own ... Every cold, No wind blow ... The ceiling is not glowing, Clutching it with a dense fog ... No longer can wriggle, Still can not dodge ... without any despair, Because ...
Crystal Korpan2 years ago
Truth Can Hurt
You don't like the truth? That I know about you too? I speak it, You just don't want to hear it. Sorry, did my back hurt your knife, when you stabbed me just right? Does seeing me make you think twice...
The Last Leaf Falls
As the last leaf falls, I dream of you. When winter calls, I miss you too. Daylight slowly fades to gray, Snowflakes falling, here to stay. Autumn winds no longer blow, Warmth is just a faint ember gl...
Crystal Korpan2 years ago
Little Angel
This poem is for our daughter, our little one. Your name was Dakota, you were supposed to be born this June. You had amazing long legs and feet, just like me. You had dark eyes and hair, just like you...
Maria Peacock2 years ago
Drifting
Drifting away Like a leaf in the autumn wind Floating, floating No destination in mind Wondering wondering Far away, no where to be found Lost, but where The complexity Of my mind Gone to the world A ...
Natalie Riley2 years ago
The Abyss
Have you ever been down a hole so dark and deep? Not a glimmer of light... just sadness and grief. Your will to live lost and your urge to fight gone.....you struggle to distinguish what's right and w...
Natalie Riley2 years ago
The Storm Within
My heart and mind lay bruised and tattered from pounding waves on rocky shores. I ride a constant wave of sorrow; can barely stand; wounds deep and sore. Life's tides too high ; so fierce and strong; ...
End of Days...
I fostered your dog today ... I want you to know It’ll be safe with me, now that you had to let go Life is hard with difficult decisions to make But it was the right thing to do, for both of your sake...
Eulogy
She would spend hours in the garden tending, hoeing, playing. She understood that seeds planted in the spring would not bear fruit till the fall, she understood patience, and the rewards that follow. ...
A Quick Thought2 years ago
A Little Poem
So here I am pouring out my heart, now you're reading where to start. I know they all start like this, But to me this ain't a piece of piss. My heart and soul goes into every poem, but then again you ...
Creative Hub2 years ago
To My Unborn
The day I knew, I was being blessed by you, Myself overjoyed To cherish Motherhood. The joy lasted but a few days; My dreams shattered. Dreams cradle broke, Even before it could bloom. The tiny finger...
Yer thao2 years ago
My Brush and Canvas
Late at night here I lay awake wishing upon a star It's 3 a.m. yet all I can think about is death Here I lay wishing I could sleep and never awaken to a new day Nothing left to keep me from dying toni...