sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
The Unopened Gift
Ask me in December my mind jostled on that cold gray January mo(u)rning when my brother died The clouds were dark, the sun was hiding, my eyes were moist and I cried and cried
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 3 days ago in Poets"Whispers of Love: A Poetic Ode to Love Birds
In a realm where azure skies kiss earth's gentle hue, Two souls entwined, in love's eternal view. They soar as one, in harmonious flight,
ARJ GamingytPublished 4 days ago in PoetsEchoes of Release: A Journey of Letting Go
In the shadows of memory's sway, Where echoes of yesteryears play, There lies a path, both winding and long, Where hearts learn the art of letting go.
The Boy on the Sand
A little boy sat on the sand. Little shells filled his hands. You could see the precipitation grow in his eyes. His smile had fully faded, once his greatest disguise.
Zakari RungePublished 4 days ago in PoetsIn my eyes I carry my father’s rage and my mother’s sorrow
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 days ago in Poetseasier said than done
easier said than done, as clouds gather over the horizon long and lonely is the night, when in dreams I am free but trapped,
Paul StewartPublished 4 days ago in PoetsWebs Under the Eclipse
Entry upon entry, endless tales, my stories demand my voice Clawing at keys, a trapped beast, that hungers to be freed from this cage so old
Kenneth cruzPublished 4 days ago in PoetsBroken Heart
My world is falling apart, Starting with a broken heart You say, "At least we tried" But after the call, I just cried I just want to feel okay
Rene PetersPublished 4 days ago in PoetsEclipse
Embers of twilight flicker in her weary eyes, Candles lit by trembling hands, her spirit's silent cries. Lonesome shadows stretch across her room, each night anew,
Aphelion
Each day and night passing Closes in on the time our love ended Lengthening our separation I try to reach you in memories
True lines of life.
I could never become that who I was, no matter what Be it yourself, relationships or profession. it was just a feature in which i at different times Had played different roles.
"Astral Reverie"
In the embroidery of stars, murmurs divine, Divine bodies in effortless plan. Endless dance, an orchestra significant,
Kamran AlamPublished 4 days ago in Poets