sad poetry

The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.

Zen Shit
look at me i'm the king i am the king of lost hope i am the prince of gone i am the lord of the unavoidable future
By Bren3 months ago in Poets
Drum God. Runner-Up in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge. Content Warning.
Our hands enmesh. Heartbeats sync. Thump— thump—thump— Minds shift toward a higher gear. // // Already, our world tunnels—
By Corvus3 months ago in Poets
Bred By a Hand Not Raised. Top Story - November 2025.
I was born with a low IQ, I am a page whose text was worn through. My mind's a palimpsest, a fading script, the vital history that was skipped. I grew up hardened by sorrow's pain, bred and burdened by a hand not raised.
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Poets
Hour After Heartbreak
October is something of a magic trick She ties a ribbon around my neck and pulls it taut Just to watch the string separate
By Olivia Dodge3 months ago in Poets
Photograph Developed in Sugar
I remember the summer the lights went out — or maybe it was the fireflies that came early, blinking their small Morse code of wonder
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
Misery Loves Company
You’re in mourning I am too Together, we’re in mourning together And that might ease the pain Just a little Even if it will never go away
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Poets
The Hunger Between Us
I track you through the marrow of the trees,  their ribs creaking in the cold like a prayer half-said.  You move ahead of me — shadow, breath, pulse —
By E.S.Flint 3 months ago in Poets
Digital Hauntings
First, a match, a spark of light, Conversation flows throughout the night. Plans are made, a hopeful start, Then silence falls and breaks your heart.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
Almanac for the Homesick. Winner in Letters to the Moon Challenge.
Moon, my mama is across the ocean Moon, I am the one across the ocean Moon, my ribs opened up and now my heart, My heart is in the ocean too
By Ella Bogdanova3 months ago in Poets
A Street Called Yesterday
A Street Called Yesterday There’s a street that time forgot to map, Its lamps still glow a yellow hue, The cobbles hum beneath your steps,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
At the Margin...
Picture this... A river, Still, slow, but benovolent. Benovolent as a deer, steered in fear. Picture the eyes, Those that search for an answer,
By Naomi Abby3 months ago in Poets
Salted Hallelujah
Salted Hallelujah I kept my praise in jars of brine, a hush beneath the blue, a hymn that stung the tongue to sing, but still it wanted through.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets