sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Stardust Whispers
Beneath the night's velvet curtain drawn, Where stars ignite like hopes at dawn, Stardust whispers hum a gentle tune,
Khawaja ZulaidPublished 7 months ago in PoetsDisquieting Deception
And like shears she cut, Wounding with strength, though unveiled, A withering bloom.
Emily Mary RosePublished 7 months ago in PoetsMy Distraction So Love Doesn't Hurt
In the shadows, I build a fortress, A realm of distraction, a silent address. To shield my heart from love's cruel sting,
I wrote a story
I wrote a story that nobody reads. I wrote because I felt it in my bones, like a love jones. Sad to say that only I am inspired by what I say.
The Rain...
"In the silver whispers of an uncertain sky, The rain pours forth, a gentle ally. From heaven’s depths, the droplets fall,
Somenath SenPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Grumpy And Terrible Deer...
"Whose deer is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch her frown. I cry hello."
Somenath SenPublished 7 months ago in PoetsSticky Notes Above my Desk
verses lead me to the water, it smells. i take my clothes off and lay down in the creek, and i wonder if i’m seaworthy. i sink in two feet deep,
Art from the Middle DistancePublished 7 months ago in Poetsin this overturned debate, we
get sicker each day— Our doctors told them we can’t make our due dates, instead, they listen to men in need of sex ed. he smacks the gavel. We
Art from the Middle DistancePublished 7 months ago in Poetsold flames
my heating pad is my longest relationship; dating, for the disabled, is a futile exercise she is blue, the kind of blue that could be a baby's blue but to you it feels different. it isn't the blue of the sky, or the blue of the sea, it's the blue of health insurance receipts, of physical therapy.
Art from the Middle DistancePublished 7 months ago in PoetsI'm Sinking Down
I'm sinking down low I’m going down to hell To see some old friends Cause there’s no redemption for me on this land But I’ll drink whiskey and listen to the band
Pills
Those fucking pills have stolen me from being who I might have been. The pills have stolen my identity. I'll never know what life is like
Rene PetersPublished 7 months ago in PoetsA not so happy, happy ending
what if disney was based on a non magical reality? and princesses stories did not end so happily what if jasmine never met aladdin, she was stuck with jafar?
Kiesha’s DiaryPublished 7 months ago in Poets