sad poetry

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

The Weight of December Snow
The heaviness we feel The depth of the snow The weight it holds The gloom we are indwelled in All crashing down The weight of the world
By Thomas Terry2 months ago in Poets
The Cabaret
He Like many who twist and stare, Hide behind the frosted glass over there Just before entering the cabaret That’s so bold to advertise its men on display.
By Thomas Bryant2 months ago in Poets
Fickle Flames
I don’t know how I imagined this moment would go Everything grew darker and the room became cold I reached out for comfort with no one to hold
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
This Christmas Without Them
This Christmas Without Them Three years now, since Jimmy left, the fifth of December, still hits hard. And this cold year,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Done Setting Myself On Fire
I’ve found self immolation only leads me to this place exhausting all attempts to keep everyone happy Evolving swiftly into the stage of decay
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Matron at the Pyres
...the words of a Matron (A witness. A judge. A woman who stands where mercy and penitence burn together.) We lit her
By Kristen Keenon Fisher2 months ago in Poets
Blood-Ink Poems on Old Walls
I found my story written on the old walls— not in real blood, but in the kind of ink that comes from a heart pressed too hard
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Poets
The Roots That Twist Around His Soul
The Roots That Twist Around His Soul The roots he carries, are not like mine, they twist in ways, the night remembers.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
𝓤𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷. Top Story - July 2025.
Some words in my head are better unsaid than voiced for the world to hear some thoughts churn around but never find sound
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒2 months ago in Poets
The Painting That Screamed
The Painting That Screamed The canvas hung quietly, its colors curling like smoke, and I heard a whisper that bled through every brushstroke.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Finding Baby Sofia. Content Warning.
Vicki created, edited, wrote this story. Vicki Lawana Trusselli The Cry They Tried to Erase This is not just a video. It is a living archive, a protest suite, a cadence of care. Baby Sofia lies on the cracked concrete floor, wrapped in pink, crying against silence. The images, the captions, the cries, and the soundtrack together form a witness that refuses erasure.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets