sad poetry

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

Anguish
It’s seven in the evenin’ This day’s done, my years are leavin’ Our culture rots thro’ powers deceivin’ The young are hanging, our people are grievin’
By Keith Kennedy8 years ago in Poets
Sunday
There’s an ache in my shoulders for a while now & they tell me it’s called growing up but I never learned how to swim and it feels like if I dipped my toes in the water in the sand in the wasteland of the future, this weight would take me under
By Sarah Ali8 years ago in Poets
Desperate Hearts
Alone in the night Reaching out No one's there Touch my hand Take me away Touch my lips Dry all my tears Desperate days
By Bobby Deese8 years ago in Poets
Dark Romancer Poems
20 games, all high scores, let aim high on the leader board Been playing games for hours and days My brother's been off to college pour shame,
By curtis rhodes8 years ago in Poets
"Space Angels"
They're called our little space angels Astronauts who never made it back It seems that most of the tragedies Were from mechanical slack
By De Ona8 years ago in Poets
Colossi
When the winding sheet of history coils Stiffly around handrail and chimney stack, I’ll be reminded it’s no longer enough
By Daniel Wade8 years ago in Poets
Little Angry Person
There is a little person inside me, And she is very cranky, It takes a lot to keep her in And from driving me crazy. She only ever makes things harder,
By Karen Commane8 years ago in Poets
My Friend
Let me tell you a story A story of a friend One who was loyal and true Who stood by my side till the end My friend is not a man
By De Ona8 years ago in Poets
Will I?
Will I ever feel right? I do try with all my might, Will I ever fit in? With this society I live in, Will I ever feel I belong?
By Karen Commane8 years ago in Poets
The Good Red Road
The Good Red Road has been Handed down through generations We all know white man is Trying to extinct the Natives I hate to give a crash lesson
By De Ona8 years ago in Poets
One For Tears
I carry with me some tissues, some tissues I save for my tears. I think about life passing all of us by, I think about wasted years;
By Samantha McNally8 years ago in Poets
She's the Rain Cloud Outside My Window
With clenched fists and tight jaw I hold back the tidal wave urging me to become you. With heavy heart and teary eyes I let every word that has ever come from your lips shatter between my teeth, get lodged in my throat and dissolve there.
By Aquarius Lawson8 years ago in Poets