sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Me
1 Twists and turns inside my brain drop me further into the darkest depths, Where my demons wait… To collide with me, saturate me, suffocate me.
Katherine DockeryPublished 7 months ago in PoetsW H Y
I wish I knew the answers If only I had known before W H Y Is something I will always ask myself no matter the situation
Vanessa JohannaPublished 7 months ago in PoetsViolence on roses
There's a light in my soul that won't go out And it burns, and it bleeds, as I try to snuff it out Frosty hair on sheets crusted over with desire
Christiane WinterPublished 7 months ago in PoetsSilence
Please don't speak, Even if you know the truth. Silence is beautiful, In stillness, we find our path. In quiet moments, pure and true,
Nitesh RaiwarPublished 7 months ago in PoetsLilies
I put the flowers in the vase yesterday. They were lilies, not that you'd notice anyway. But I thought it important to add life to the room
Bugsy WattsPublished 7 months ago in PoetsKintsugi
An unexpected interaction Something I never expected to happen Finding my personal kintsugi Who knew it was in the cards
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 months ago in PoetsDipped in Green
My fingers are dipped in green. Paint made of the toxic sludge Of burning hope's smoke and caffeine. I seem to think the devil won't judge
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 7 months ago in PoetsA Lasting Period of Grief
I called out into the darkness and listened for a response, Will you answer my call? Do you even hear me, As I wander the night time loneliness of this destructive hall?
Colleen MillsteedPublished 7 months ago in PoetsFalse Masks
Faces made to hide Your own Masks made cause You're alone In modern times, on a phone You've made masks to sit on their throne
Thavien YliasterPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Scale
In circular fashion of royal’s gold smashed in, is the loss of a girl’s hair And it’s held on a string, attached to a ring that couldn’t fit on the girl’s hand
Sofia DaveigaPublished 7 months ago in PoetsA Girl's Dressing Routine
If I speak, when I had not spoke, were spoken words like a spider Through which I weaved a web Intricate with desire Daunted, was I unafraid of a plague
Sofia DaveigaPublished 7 months ago in PoetsStanding Still
What I learned in a world that stood still for a moment, Was that life was smaller than I believed. It was also sad and lonely.
Carrie NicholasPublished 7 months ago in Poets