sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
I AM A LOST SHEEP
I'm a lost sheep, and still at lost. I don't know when or how it all started. Maybe it was when I was too busy. Maybe it was when I enjoyed too much.
Embracing the Storm:
In the heart of a storm, where anxiety lays, A day so rough, filled with grays. Yet within this chaos, a truth unfolds, A life worth living, precious as gold.
Sailing ships
Love is like a warm embrace on a cold stormy night, a beacon of hope that illuminates the darkness. Found lost at the shore
It Encircles, and Engulfs
What if it were all debunked? these apocalyptic future scenarios of robot takeover/..................[?] simply by the ordinary reality
Rob AngeliPublished 7 months ago in PoetsBack to October
I stand outside with my eyes closed I feel the brisk air on my cheeks It’s in my hair and tickling my nose I listen to the leaves as they roll down the street
Randy RileyPublished 7 months ago in PoetsInfinite
Eclipsed by the Moon Torn apart by the Sun My heart aches in its longing for you. With the rage of a mother tiger The strength of a river,
Tressa RosePublished 7 months ago in PoetsLoud and Soft
My soul is loud While yours is quiet So while you were silently dying I went out with a bang And in our pain We forgot the melodies in between
Vicious AvaricePublished 7 months ago in PoetsConsequences
All I wanted, after all these years, was an apology. Something. Anything. Just something that would've showed me - proved to me - how you regretted the actions you've done. That you regretted the decisions you made out of impulse.
Invisible Skyscraper
They look through me In and around me Of my curved bodice - they admire A plain and simple chalice that bends in its mold
Sofia DaveigaPublished 7 months ago in Poets"Shadows of Regret"
In the twilight's tender embrace, I'm beset, Haunted by the weight of shadows of regret, They linger in the corners, where memories reside,
Lutus mageyPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHow'd You Get So Perfect, then?
A blessing in disguise That night you caught my eye You walked over You said "Hi" Knew what you wanted, and so did I An unmatched beauty
Frankie MartinelliPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe beauty of the crooked.
The beauty of the crooked. I heard a quote about a Japanese tradition that in their culture a broken mirror or a scarred piece of glass is considered to be beautiful. The Japanese readorn the broken pieces of glass and adjoin it in the authentic form of its brokenness and yet call it a piece of beauty.
Hridya SharmaPublished 7 months ago in Poets