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 First Night: A Symphony of Collapse
Nothing... My surroundings are all in the dark. There is no escape Only an eternal solitude, But here, this world is very close though. I have a fine veil around me... Thongs of black and white, red. And at times, grey. I do not know where to flee, This is the whirlpool of the time, Sucking at the ringing of our bones. We, the race of humans Not angels, not beasts But he, man, lost in his bubble dreams, Walking creations of trembling fancies. And yet… Our layer is depth insulated. There we were buried in the rubble. Some of us Their hearts had simply dissipated. So how am I to know? I am but a human like you. I’ve wandered. I’ve mistaken. I’ve been wounded. My blood has been her instead of tears. Still, my voice runs dry, However, my veins are sore, However, my blood satisfies the thirst Of my body, And still… My scars gather themselves. I live yet under the rubble. My voice keeps on passing out in the wind. Not silent, But loud… Appeals to the souls, already dead, And others… Lost.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH3 months ago in Poets
“Whispers Between the Lines”
The first time I truly noticed the silence, it was already speaking. It wasn’t loud or harsh — it was subtle, weaving itself between words left unsaid, lingering like a shadow that refuses to fade. I had always believed that conversations carried meaning, but sometimes the pauses carry even more. The moments when hearts speak in the quiet — when eyes meet and understanding flows without a single syllable uttered — those are the moments that define us.
By Shahab Khan3 months ago in Poets
