sad poetry

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

DO NOT WATCH THE MOVIES!!!
They're all toxic. Once you start they'll only drag you down. So, beware of those classics especially. Great movies are a risky venture;
By Moon Desert6 days ago in Poets
The Scent Will Nullify Her Walk
The woman was going for a walk, her poodle following behind, through a beautiful neighborhood. Scenic valley, birdsongs,
By Seema Patel6 days ago in Poets
Work of Art
I keep painting you Pictures of my pain Using only shades Of black and gray. Layer after layer, Until my darkness
By Tina D. Lopez6 days ago in Poets
The Love I Want
You want a love that never needs, That only asks for what is seen, Surface level, silent ease, No depth required to believe.
By Tina D. Lopez6 days ago in Poets
Ruin, Rules, and Reincarnation . Content Warning.
Heat was always a friend of mine It helps with my thoughts and my movements I was fast, on my toes and a warrior in the sun
By KuroHoshi6 days ago in Poets
The Unlearning
I’m unlearning rules I never agreed to, but lived by like rent. Don’t be too much. Don’t need too much. Don’t make a scene.
By Milan Milic6 days ago in Poets
Why Did The Colours Run
Why Did The Colours Run I washed the day with careful hands, believing what was bright would stay, reds and blues held their own names,
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
Evidence Everywhere
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert6 days ago in Poets
Reading Selectively
I did not set out to read only those who would read me. I wanted all to read me, and to read them too. But no, most are fixated,
By Seema Patel6 days ago in Poets
Lost in the Haze
In twilight's whisper, shadows play Echoes of you, in endless sway A lonely heart, in vacant space A soul adrift, in a forgotten place
By Luna Vani6 days ago in Poets
We All Must Go
My heart is heavy, but I cannot cry. And though I know we all must die; I still find myself asking why. Life comes and life goes, death comes for us all young and old. It doesn't matter who you are, rich, poor, healthy, or not, we all must go; no need for shock
By Ametress Belton6 days ago in Poets
Speaking Rules
If I could meet my younger self, I'd punch her in the throat And hope That the pain would linger. Maybe it would keep me
By Silver Daux6 days ago in Poets