sad poetry

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

Voted. Content Warning.
Which one of us is happy with the ways of this world? Infinite options, but we chose to fill graves early, we chose maximum profits,
By Reece Beckett2 months ago in Poets
Tears. Top Story - December 2025.
What are these rich tears that fall from your face? This deep wellspring of truth that never lies, Which reveals what shallow words cannot say?
By Levi Dickson2 months ago in Poets
Love Without Witnesses
I loved you in ways that never needed proof, in the quiet refill of your water glass, in saving the last seat on the bus
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Divorced. Content Warning.
If you don't see me smiling, don't ask me why, assume things on your own, things that make sense to you, even more than mine,
By Parvathi J2 months ago in Poets
We Walk A Long, Dark Road Through Winter. Top Story - December 2025. Content Warning.
Branches at the grey sky's edge cast off the last remaining leaves Stirring from a midnight vision, Wilting whispers telling me:
By Symbollica The'Bat2 months ago in Poets
Susan
. Susan Did I really ask too much ? . Just to 'be there'. It was not too much to ask! Was it? Sure read your book, or play with your phone or type on your keyboard,
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi2 months ago in Poets
INTRINSIC GRIEF
INTRINSIC GRIEF The sun rises, but the darkness lingers deep within me. I wonder what the meaning of life is, for the pain resurfaces after every letter of the day. The wind blows, but my heart feels only the storm. So tell me, dear God, am I so bad that I don't deserve what I should have? Day after day I fight, against racist discrimination and even more. Sometimes I think about giving up, but what's the point? I'm already far along, climbing this gaping abyss, searching for the light where only the fear of moving forward resides. How can one taste the good if the straws are already tainted by bad tastes and bitterness? So I drink, I drink to silence what is killing me, for the future is a gift that doesn't exist. But despite this doubt, bitterness, and sorrow, I don't stop biting into life with all my might.
By Jean Bernard Dessources2 months ago in Poets
Whispering Shore
The waves whispered ancient tales, curling gently around her feet, inviting her closer each night. She listened with curious eyes,
By Akmal95Jr2 months ago in Poets
A Calendar Journey
I stand waiting for hope at the edge of December Still waiting on wishes that I made in July Do I still believe it ? I guess, September remembers
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Drainage
The drainage overflows. Evasive people pass by, their heads locked inside their phones. So many souls around, but who knows where they’re going?
By Reece Beckett2 months ago in Poets
Aches to Ashes
A. You've burned every inch of me B. My soul aches to ashes over you (Endlessly crying but these tears never put out the flames nor will they dissolve these ashes.)
By Bixi Hernandez2 months ago in Poets
oh DeeR
I went for a run with a herd of deer Ran with them till I felt no fear But when I fell they kept running Scraped and bloody knees
By Bixi Hernandez2 months ago in Poets