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 Remember
I don't cry over you anymore. Yet you're always there in the back of my mind. Along with my thought of homework and the weekend, there is you. I remember making out in the field. I remember hiding in an abandoned house from the rain. I remember you, I remember how you used to make me feel. How I never wanted to leave you.
By Muriel Weathers8 years ago in Poets
I Do Not Like the Dark
I do not like the dark. Hypothetically speaking No one likes the dark, the dark embodies everything That which is sent to destroy us, our souls, our
By A. Rose8 years ago in Poets
And They Say Romance Is Dead
‘i want sex, come here’ o knight in silver armour o my lord, at once i exist only for the benefit of thine shining genitals
By Sam G8 years ago in Poets
Hello!
Hello! I'm awkward. I say too much, feel too much, drink too much to make up for my shitty social skills. I'm socially inept. Sometimes I become paralyzed at the thought of conversation. So much so, my tongue trips over words I clumsily try to place like bad feng shui in an overly crowded, darkened house. Maybe all I am is sweaty palms and impromptu leaving too soons.
By V H8 years ago in Poets
For Instance
what if when the Devil was cast out- the pain of separation was too much to bear, broken into infinite pieces and placed
By Ron Walker8 years ago in Poets
You Deserve Better
[DISCLAIMER: I wrote this a few years ago, when struggling with my own sexuality and an eating disorder.] words of affection feel clumsy in my mouth
By Sam G8 years ago in Poets
Pitcher
ribbons of magic tales float' cross the lake, stories of fishermen drowned in the wake- their ghosts have all gathered,
By Ron Walker8 years ago in Poets
The Light and the Moth
You told me that I was light and you were the moth Drawn to my like I’m holding a golden ticket elsewhere. We just met and you have broken every boundary I put into place
By A. Rose8 years ago in Poets
Stand Up and Fight
~Everyday in many places peoples heads with their faces, Fall to the ground. In the name of religious extremist superstitions, brutal consequences,
By Matthew Allen8 years ago in Poets
Alone in My Mind, Battle of Depression
Alone in my mind I have died a thousand times in my mind, the whole world left behind. I have fought and cried inside my soul, buried secrets nobody should know.
By Crystal Caraway8 years ago in Poets
Caught
Moonbeams burn My skin to Black, 'Twas not my turn- I can't go back... Into the past, I rushed the stage- The spell is cast,
By Ron Walker8 years ago in Poets
Break
When doors fly open, staying wide for the neighbors to murmur about the 3AM noise, she sits there waiting to declare this bad day
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Poets