sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
daily shadows
everything looks different during the day less shadows, more hope in your blue eyes mixed with mine – lush greenery overwhelming ordinary storefronts;
Mescaline BrissetPublished 7 months ago in PoetsI Wish
I hold my breath You're cold and hollow Just like yesterday's mistakes Repeating in my mind. *** I try and find the fire
Tressa RosePublished 7 months ago in PoetsBitter and Downtrodden
He understood the chances he was taking, Riding the winds that changed, Years disintegrating, Hoping the outcome can be rearranged.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 7 months ago in Poetsabout the art of writing II
rejected by the whole world avoided on purpose ‘are you a writer?’ they always ask ‘yes I am’ ‘I will never read you then’
Mescaline BrissetPublished 7 months ago in PoetsLet me go
Where do we go from here? What can you do with a corpse that is barely living? How do you tell someone to abandon you,
Eternal legacy of departure
In the shadows of life's fleeting dance, I ponder what lies beyond this mortal trance. If I were to depart from this earthly fray,
Eraser Mind for 1
Photo CC0 from PxHere Eraser mind, specific when it strikes Right in the chest, also right in the heart Allowing time to disappear like likes
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHaunted Eyes
In the dark grave shadows called home A tortured man carries his burden A heart so heavy, a mind astray, As he tends to his mother, night and day.
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHopeful- It's Not Over
Remember, Victory gained his fortune and ill-gotten treasures, though it wasn't as I had perceived it. Darkness invaded when moderation escaped my detection radius because Sorrow's actions built momentum without contemplation.
OneWithPenPublished 7 months ago in PoetsTo Rest
The curtain is drawn and it should be the end. You took a bow while the heavens hailed The crowd with wet faces and evil grin;
Edara OtukPublished 7 months ago in PoetsFighting To Come Out of the Dark
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the weird one or there are other people like me out there So I decided to ask Do you ever want to make friends but you can't because you are scared of being abandoned?
An Affairis Wheel to Remember
round and around she went with him while I was home with the child beguiled… questions… round and around they went in my mind
Rowan FinleyPublished 7 months ago in Poets