sad poetry

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

Bubble Tea and Truth
If I could sit down and have bubble tea with you, I would tell you the truth. You are in over your head, dealing with those who will never help themselves.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Its Sharp Edges
No one should ever suffer from "Depression." Not a child. Not an adult. Not even me. You see I was born underneath the word "Depression."
By Daynia Anthony8 years ago in Poets
Day One
I only come here to take a stand against the shit that you do. I will not put up with all the lies and all the bad things
By Amber Crocker8 years ago in Poets
Predator
Feeding off anyone he chooses, he's obsessed until he moves on to the nextFeeding off anyone he chooses, he's insane it'll leave you breathlessHe's got you in his clutches now he'll never let you go,He's obsessed with you he's a predator and you'll never be the same again.
By Georgia Angus8 years ago in Poets
Checkmate
We’ve all got our rooks, our pawns, and knights To protect our kings and queens From each other’s lightning strikes Yet even when you call a truce
By Meghan K. ☽8 years ago in Poets
Years
Twelve years old. That's when I first heard it. The harsh arguments, words swinging hard, sucker punches that left scars.
By Larissa Antonioni8 years ago in Poets
Alone in Herself
Alone in herself she sits. She casts herself away from the external forces that are herself How can one trust anyone when your own body deemed you unworthy
By Sydney robinson8 years ago in Poets
At the End
Imagine... Smoked room, countless cigarette butts in the ashtray, and you ... Abandoned by all the "friends" you had in your youth ...
By Arzun Nasufova8 years ago in Poets
No Love for the Damn
No such Eleanor Or the cure for the damn Stray and kill as before Before the king, as a man. Give in and Forget, No women, no men.
By Miguel Ricardo8 years ago in Poets
Red: The Love Poems
I sit... I sit; I wait again for minutes. Four months would understate the length of time that I hurt… Confused and angry
By Leah James8 years ago in Poets
Short Poem
I am king to a fallen empire One that used to be great I am King to a lost nation One that goes unknown to your eyes. You cannot hear the songs of the people anymore
By Claude Glasgow8 years ago in Poets
Do It or Not, I Don't!
While you ponder on my thoughts as I jot the words that not one soul has ever heard before Can you tell I'm smiling from the feelings I've exchanged between my heartbeat and my deranged brain
By Kennee Marie8 years ago in Poets