sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Lost in Wanderlust
In a world of whispers, steps unknown, A path unfurling, mind like stone. No compass guides, no map to trace, Just wandering through boundless space.
Lǚxíng zhěPublished 8 months ago in Poets'Stop Yelling at Me'
When I say, ‘stop yelling at me.’ it’s all a jokey tone. I don’t want the situation to escalate. I want the world to know I’m okay, you’re okay.
Jess WhitmorePublished 8 months ago in PoetsEndlessly Striving
StartIn a world where trials and tests abound, There lived a woman, courage unbound. She'd reach for stars in the darkest night,
Lǚxíng zhěPublished 8 months ago in PoetsI'll Be Happy When the World Ends
The Aftermath I water the plants on my windowsill. I wish I knew myself the way you know me. I moved to a share house so I could be all alone.
Pairless poem
no one to help, no one to interact just lonely. I need great friends even though I have my family. A pairless situation is unbearable as a result get a tiring soul.
ECHOES OF SOLITUDE
In shadows deep, where moonlight softly gleams, A lady dwells, lost in her haunting dreams. She walks the night, a solitary soul,
Lǚxíng zhěPublished 8 months ago in PoetsBENEATH THE STARS OF RESILIENCE
In a world where troubles swirl and twirl, There lived a lady, her life in a whirl, Her days were filled with stress and strife,
Lǚxíng zhěPublished 8 months ago in PoetsSiren Song
I have one cigarette left. Half, really. I thought flicking its ashes into the ground beneath me would be fine, but it’s fire dimmed. I’m trying to save it. I don’t know what to do. I asked God to help me cry, but I cannot cry. My fingers are squeezing the cigarette together and I am seriously contemplating walking a half hour just to buy a new pack. I already said I didn’t want to write about this stupid addiction anymore, but I am unwell and cannot help it.
daphne grayPublished 8 months ago in PoetsA stranger comforts me
Can separation and emotional starvation heal our unconscious panic Will we ever stop needing to grow? No But will the process of navigating life
Jemima GordonPublished 8 months ago in PoetsI’m In Love Again
I’m in love again, but he’ll never know I’m an excellent actress so he’ll never know How I dream of him, night and day
"Echoes of Solitude: Navigating the Shadows of Sadness"
In shadows cast by life's relentless plight, I wander through the caverns of my mind, Where echoes of my sorrows take their flight,
Ink MysticPublished 8 months ago in PoetsLove's Lost
"I am like a third wheel, You say that's what I only feel, My heart's breaking, But you are still laughing. Do I mean nothing to you? I've spent all my Love only for you. Can you be a bit sensible, You only did to my Heart was a crumble. My brain can't work, My feelings all, in my veins are stuck. You were never there, When I was full of fear. I wished to see you around, When I was lying low on the ground. But you were trying to be profound, Now my Heart makes a sound, LOVE is all LOST, SADNESS is all my COST, Rescue me fast, or I'll no longer last."
Eiman AsifPublished 8 months ago in Poets