sad poetry

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

I Just Didn't Have the Time
My father told me for what seemed like the billionth time, that he was tired of me spending my life in my room, because I didn't clean a single dish,
By Emily Reid8 years ago in Poets
Hidden Routes
Her skin was like a map So much to see, to discover. She had hidden routes Lines crossing each other's paths. Every road tells a different story.
By Kailey Lynn8 years ago in Poets
Hate
I hate my life I hate my life I hate my life I hate myself I hate myself I hate the way I look the way I act the way I talk
By Tai Dean8 years ago in Poets
Darkness
Darkness — simple thing, isn't it? So simple yet so complex. The things that lurk in the darkness are unseen to all. They do this for a purpose. They want to play on the strings of your mind. The glimpses of shadows you see through the corners of your eyes are real, and they see you too. The realness of the darkness captures some. Leading them to do harmful things. The darkness is depression. A void that once you gaze into for too long, it gets a hold of you. This type of entity manifests itself quite quickly destroying everything in its path. Have you ever wondered what would happen if you gave into the darkness? Would the people around you remember you? Would they even care?
By Victoria8 years ago in Poets
The Last Kiss
Don't tell me that I can't live life the way I want, Because I didn't tell you anything, when you were smoking a blunt! You were laying there, suffocating, asking for help,
By Roman Maksimov8 years ago in Poets
What I Mean When I Say Depression
When I say I'm depressed, I mean I can't get out of bed. Not that I don't want to. I want nothing more than to get out from under this gigantic elephant that's pushing down on my chest to the point it feels like my ribs have shattered
By Kailey Lynn8 years ago in Poets
What Would You Do?
What would you do if I died tomorrow? What would you do if I said I couldn't fight anymore? I can't keep living this way.
By Jane Smith8 years ago in Poets
Smudging Moonset
Although some are afraid to admit it, Living is full of plain banality; It leads you neighbour to mendacity. Her perjury: unable to commit
By Lauren8 years ago in Poets
I Can't Shake This
I can't shake this cold. My soul is tired I am growing old on the inside. My life has started but barely begun. I shudder and shiver
By Tai Dean8 years ago in Poets
Why
What is wrong Why don’t you belong Why do you think that way What is it you can’t say Are you even trying Or are you just lying
By Shannon Larisse8 years ago in Poets
Day 2.2
Are you going to listen to reason? Or are you going to continue living in a fantasy world without logic or reasoning? It seems
By Amber Crocker8 years ago in Poets
The One Thing I'm Not Telling You Today
sometimes I think I’m better off as a liar like that time I told a boy I loved him what I should’ve said instead is I don’t know you
By Bronx Garcia8 years ago in Poets