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 CONTRACT
Come closer, my love. Not to free me, just enough to remind me I am still seen. Rest your head on my shoulder, careful, the iron is cold there.
By Salman Writes27 days ago in Poets
Runner-up
Take one measure of shame, add milk, boiling water, and salt. Pour this into a bowl of flour. Then mix in two eggs.
By Moon Desert27 days ago in Poets
Imprisoned by Art
Fixing things is never simple. You first must let go of your old life story's interpretations. They're useless in a new setting;
By Moon Desert27 days ago in Poets
STRENGTH. Content Warning.
Why do you assume I am alright? Is it because of the confidence you see? Or is it the way I carry myself? Are you unable to see,
By Jaded | Pleasured27 days ago in Poets
Threaded Through
I find you in the stupidest seams— the hoodie string you once re-tied because I “never do it right,” The way my headphones knot themselves
By Milan Milic27 days ago in Poets
Scammers, Cash For Gold - Holiday Robbery, Did I Tell You About The Time I Went To A "Pawn" Shop, Did I? #Jamaican #Dilemmas
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry27 days ago in Poets
The Girl at Platform No. 5: A Diary of Unspoken Farewells
Everyone at the station is in a hurry. Some are chasing dreams, while others are running away from memories. But I sit here, at the corner of the wooden bench, with a pen that knows more secrets than my heart can carry.
By MD. Rahmat Ullah27 days ago in Poets
old story
in the back of my mind a memory I would bring up The older, the less bright I brought it before when I'm alone my old story
By ava28 days ago in Poets
Tight
When the words won’t come though you know what to say When you remember the hurt you’ve been feeling for days When you want to scream and punch the wall
By Nick28 days ago in Poets
I Can't Ever Remember The Order - Anyone Knows?
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
By 365poetry28 days ago in Poets
Sitting in the Dark
Sitting in the Dark The dark does not explain itself, it waits without defence. No speeches made, no reasons offered, just presence dense and still.
By Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Poets
Since you last saw me
Since you last saw me, the sun we share has set, since you last saw me, we’ve both become depressed, since you last saw me, I feel like I’ve been wilting,
By Reece Beckett28 days ago in Poets