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 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
Saltwater Prayers
I don’t pray the way people in movies pray— no clasped hands, no perfect words, No sudden choir behind the sink. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic28 days ago in Poets
When Crying Ends
When Crying Ends After the crying stops, something heavier remains. Not sadness exactly, more like emptied ground. Tears clean the surface briefly,
By Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Poets
Left with the Ashes
In the way people learn to ride a bike or write their name, I learned sacrifice. Not all at once and not bravely but from a series of careful repetition until it felt like a skill.
By Bailey28 days ago in Poets
Why Do Fools Never Learn
Why Do Fools Never Learn I watched the warning signs line up in red, they waved like hands that wanted me to stop. I told myself that love knew better plans,
By Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Poets
chill heat
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By Moon Desert28 days ago in Poets
bonfire of change
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By Moon Desert29 days ago in Poets
Honeyed Distance
I found the jar in the back of the cupboard— honey, crystallized, stubborn, The lid stuck like a grudge. You bought it at that roadside stand
By Milan Milic29 days ago in Poets
Cracked Compass
I used to trust the little arrow on my phone like it was a friend who never lied. Blue dot, calm voice, Turn left in 200 meters—easy.
By Milan Milic29 days ago in Poets
Burnt to Ashes: A Love Left Behind
I am burnt to ashes in the fire of love, The one I once held dear is now far above. My happiness has drifted to an unknown shore, To a place where I can find it no more. My joy has taken flight, soaring so high, Vanishing forever into the deep blue sky.
By MD. Rahmat Ullah29 days ago in Poets