sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Haunted
Ghosts haunt me. The ghosts of people I've lost: to age, to disease, to disagreements, to distance, to time. The ghosts of things I've said,
Kelsey ClareyPublished 7 months ago in PoetsConditional Love
You say there’s a heaven above And you’re filled with unconditional love But I have seen the lie in both I have seen what you will
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Scream
The Scream In silence, heartache echoes loud and clear, A wailing, soul-crushing cry filled with fear. Intense is the sound, as love meets despair,
A Lady with a PenPublished 7 months ago in PoetsGlass Lungs
With glass lungs, she learned to breathe on her own, writing about strangers with their pale milk complexions and their eyes like darting silver fish.
Carly BushPublished 7 months ago in Poets- Top Story - October 2023
To Dust All Return
She knew that she was not immortal. She was constantly falling like a leaf; someday she would hit the ground. Autumn trees on the roadside blushed to see her pass,
Carly BushPublished 7 months ago in Poets Horseshoes
Fearless behind a mask only— that’s the way we rebel, wordsmiths, hammers against horseshoes built from unconvincing lies.
Carly BushPublished 7 months ago in Poets(no title) still
When I open the box You are sitting there, Crouched, Raggéd. You peer at me, Hopeful: Eyes squinting Vulnerability plain
Rachel DeemingPublished 7 months ago in PoetsSurrounding Solitude
There are days when solitude surrounds, These are the times you feel you exist. You touch your skin, hair and eyes Then, realize how blatantly you forgot
Moumita IslamPublished 7 months ago in PoetsUnwanted child
In shadows cast, a lonely soul's embrace, Unwanted child, in this world's cruel chase. With tears unshed, they bear a heavy heart, Seeking love and warmth, right from the start.
Javel samuelsPublished 7 months ago in PoetsGreen envy
If actions were words They would faithfully implode. Our crossroads collided with green envy. Crunchy spills of Tokaji wine,
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHome
What is home? A place you go or an essence you feel? Home is where the heart is That saying is untrue. Home is wherever loving arms openly embrace you.
Spend My Life
Peel the sweat off me, and I'll take my hat off to you Sometimes I feel I'm winning, and I have won all of you Not that you're a prize to be had,
Frankie MartinelliPublished 7 months ago in Poets