sad poetry

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

Things Unseen Can Do You In
Juggling among the scariest wolves, resolving matters at hand. Hearing unsettling sounds unseen. This strangeness will be my downfall.
By Moon Desert25 days ago in Poets
Lies of Omission
You don’t recall it happened that way? I’ll never prove a single thing? 𓏵 Your doe-eyed stares and dish cleaning frenzy
By K.B. Silver 25 days ago in Poets
The Heirloom
winter scarf: folded, Her beaming pearls in the wool, breath clings to the pane.
By Dalma Ubitz25 days ago in Poets
The Last Song Has Played, It Is Time to Go Home
The Last Song Has Played, It Is Time to Go Home The lights dim and the hall exhales one final sigh. The echo of applause lingers like a fading perfume.
By Marie381Uk 26 days ago in Poets
Mirage
Biscuits in the oven Always made the house feel home; Dad’s wet boots, changed that.
By Alaine Hay26 days ago in Poets
2026: When We Finally Breathe
However, the year 2026 has not forced itself on us. To Ali it came slowly, knowing that “We have been carrying too much for too long.”
By iftikhar Ahmad26 days ago in Poets
(Holding Onto The) String
This life is passing far too quickly for me to be relaxed while doing so little, It’s A Wonderful Life and my time is limited
By Reece Beckett26 days ago in Poets
The Silent Cry
The silent cry that's not visible The tears are quickly whipped away before someone sees It physically hurt The hands starts to tingle
By L.I.E26 days ago in Poets
love unconditional. Top Story - December 2023.
A/N - I'm re-releasing this piece today as my sweet Norma Jean crossed over the rainbow bridge this morning. I'm trying to wrap my head around the empty space in my heart and my home. She was always momma's girl. Always by my side. Eight years was not enough.
By Heather Hubler26 days ago in Poets
Merry Christmas
It all feels so artificial and soulless, the empty park, my grandson’s empty bedroom in my house. The everything in me spent trying to save my daughter,
By Harper Lewis26 days ago in Poets
Ephemeral Starlight
You said, “Show me your soul.” But what if you won’t love me anymore? I’d rather lie than lose your call, So I guard my pain, never let it unfold.
By glowlikevega26 days ago in Poets
A Warm Memory
holding a statue an elephant lying down was Mom's favorite
By Dana Crandell26 days ago in Poets