sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Metamorphosis of a Soul
In youth's tender dawn, a boy did stand, With dreams and hopes, held in his hand. But time would sculpt him, like clay to stone,
Life Goes OnPublished 7 months ago in PoetsYour Mum
Dear John i’m so sorry none of us believed you not one single word you said none of us could have known of
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 Poets