sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Money
I handed him a dollar We proceeded to the library First I showed him videos of squalor To convey how, to live, money is necessary
J.M. PowellPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe boy with wings part 1
The storms seem to shutter, souls, the boy is locked in his mind to suffer. He lost his abusive father as a kid, no one left
Troy
Journeying beyond the tall hedge maze Searching for you through the haze Still under the spell of our place Your quaint cottage was love’s base
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 8 months ago in PoetsLIFE IN MY 20’s
I use to be a happy person and now, Night becomes my day, All i can see myself is in a broken mirror left to break completely and be abandoned
Didi AwariPublished 8 months ago in PoetsTime
It's odd, there's a saying that goes, "We have all the time in the world." What. A. Lie... Time is a cruel enemy. Time gives itself to those who are lucky.
Angel AdagioPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThis house isn’t mine
I clean my own messes with isopropyl alcohol and smiles wiping teardrops off tiles because this house isn’t mine but the towel fibers know
Visitor
I should’ve been another visitor at sunset because down here the grass smells like prison cells and pancakes taste
Navigating the Complex Dance of Love
In the realm of love, where passions ignite, A tale unfolds of joy, of moments bright, But sometimes, in the dance of hearts so true,
Ashley PushkinPublished 8 months ago in PoetsHappy\Sad
Two masks Two faces Made of porcelain and paint One of joy One of sadness. One heart beating Bleeding in unison With the cries of an aching soul.
Tressa RosePublished 8 months ago in PoetsYour Boomerang
It will happen in math class when the boy next to you touches your leg and electricity freckles your skin like fireworks. You’ll be holding your breath and hoping the people around you can’t hear your heart as it riots in your chest. And you’ll smile at him because he won’t be paying attention to anyone else and his closeness will feel foreign to you, but he will feel unnaturally familiar, like déjà vu and a new recurring dream.
Resurrection of Hope: A Plea for Healing
Chains of depression hang over me, a weight too heavy to bear. 😭 Sweat of regret drips down viciously, haunting my every thought. 😭
My Dear Alien Friend
My alien friend of mine The only place I must show is a place to dine In a home where wisdom aged like fine wine
Matthew MccaheyPublished 8 months ago in Poets