sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
A Busy Memory
There was sunlight skipping off the road, reflecting off of other cars, making it hard for me to know which way I was flying by. If not for focus, there's no telling where I would land. Maybe I wouldn't land at all but instead continue sailing into the sun, into the light that burns holes where my eyes used to be. I wonder how it would feel to burn up while on the way to something with mundane importance. One moment you could be full of purpose and then in the next, you are nothing more than a busy memory.
Andi LeighPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsLife in your head
What is happening in your head You are not the only one facing it Your head is full of what no one knows That is what you know they never know
Parveen BalochPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsBlack Velvet
Soon the cruelest secrets appear as evident as stardust, a small fire with a long tail against black velvet
Carly BushPublished about 18 hours ago in Poetssubdued
erratic existence of a lost mind conjured by sea of abhorrent murkiness longing for depth and meaning, yet irreversibly forgotten
Waiting on a Grain
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for March 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (March 2024 – John Paul Caponigro's “Alignment II”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC24Mar.jpg?ssl=1
Rae Fairchild (MRB)Published about 19 hours ago in PoetsA Single Wire and a Skittle Wrapper
Life is like a river You just have to go with it In my mind You are the closet thing there is to flawless No one affects me
The Punching Bag
You and I are the same, we get beaten up for pleasure. We are hung by a rope or a chain, dangling in the air waiting for every punch to be the last,
Angel AdagioPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsSign
Give me a sign. Am I running out of time? Anxious to see you soon, Missing your presence in the room. Time was drawing near for me to leave.
Zakari RungePublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsTotality
Ever so briefly we shared time Coming together as one our Love burnt brightly, beautifully, It had the time it needed Photos and letters
Umbra
Eternity began when we kissed under the stars Creating an everlasting truth of our Love, burning and burning In the night sky,
The Path of Totality
Ever so quickly we Came together Laughing and loving, inventing a path I began to walk through it but Perhaps you looked the wrong way
The Little Bird
A bird with beautiful wings flew around, never landing in fear of someone taking it. Then they found a group of birds, all with beautiful wings, spread wide and proud.
Kelsey WindsPublished about 20 hours ago in Poets